Phil loved Amy. They had been blissfully married for six years. But their union had yet to produce even one child, and Phil was worried. “Could it be my fault?” he wondered. So, Phil decided to consult a doctor. And he wished he hadn’t.
“It appears you have Klinefelter’s syndrome;” the physician explained, “you are simply infertile.”
That started Phil thinking. He didn’t want to lose Amy, but he knew they both desperately wanted children. Artificial insemination was out of the question. Would Amy welcome adoption? He didn’t know what her answer would be, but he decided to share with her what he had learned.
When Phil arrived home that evening, Amy had prepared a fabulous dinner. The table was set with flowers and candles, and the lights in the dining room were dimmed. It was a romantic setting. Phil decided not to spoil the mood. He would wait until tomorrow to share his secret with Amy.
As they sat down to eat, Amy reached across the table and grabbed his hand. She was beaming radiantly. “I’m pregnant!” she announced. “We’re going to have a baby!”
— Leo Toribio
nice story…good example of a moment where keeping one’s mouth shut works our for the best!