The doorbell chimed
She answered
It’s a pregnant woman
She never read the no cold callers sign then, he thought
Are you going to see what she wants
Footballs on, a man should never be disturbed when the footballs on
Was it eight months ago
Just a bit of fun
Why the hell don't women take precautions
This was not going to be pleasant
Hi John, you’re probably wondering who I am
You spoke to my husband about a month ago
He says you’re great at assembling flat packed furniture
As you can see, I’m getting to the critical stage
Yeah, right, I remember
Listen, don't you worry, I’ll pop round tomorrow
Have that nursery built in no time
Thanks, John, that will be great
By the way, if it’s a boy
John was one of the names we were thinking about.
- Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 2nd, 2022 02:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
Comments1
Paul such an engaging tale built with great suspense and a general sense of awkwardness. Wow.
Bet that door closed quick
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