(prompt: 'anticipation' 19/6/2020)

An unexpected knock on our door late at night finds a short, woebegone figure standing there, tears coursing down her face, saying,

"Don't think I want to through with this, now!"

As I put my arms around my old friend (our unmarried bridesmaid just last year), she fortunately cannot see my broad smile and the wink I aim at my husband.

"You don't think it's a little late just now, by chance? After nine months of anticipation?"

I feel the rumble of her laughter begin.

By the time her husband gets home from night-shift, he could be a Daddy.