Buckeye

Cal wondered if the fact that they couldn’t have another child was somehow getting in the way of Becky’s enjoying sex. It broke Cal up, and suddenly the whole baby thing seemed manageable. She patted his back gently, unaware that this was the same spot Cal had touched just hours before, the warmth of her hand, after the fact, overlapping his. While he was away, Cal wondered to himself if it was time, finally, to tell both boys the truth.