There was a sharp pain in my chest and I wasn’t sure why it was there. Ignoring it, I kept on my path to him.
I didn’t want to think that he was done with me, but the pesky thought was in the front of my mind. I just couldn’t understand why he hadn’t told me. Running wasn’t his style so none of this made sense to me.
“Abigail wanted me to tell you that she did the design on the cake,” the young one that kept his distance from me called out as he walked into the room from the back hall.
“Oh my, God! I did not!” Abigail called out as she walked in behind him. Her cheeks were flaming red and she looked around the room to see who might have heard him.
It was clearly a party because the skinny boy was carrying a cake in his hands.
“Just kiddin’. I did the decorating,” he said looking at Iron with a smirk on his face.
I stopped a few feet in front of Iron as the cake was set down on the coffee table in front of him.
“Pet,” he said and his tone held a strangeness to it.
The skinny one turned and finally noticed I was standing there. His face went pale and he backed up a few steps.
It wasn’t Iron’s birthday and so I couldn’t see any other reason he would have a cake.
My eyes dropped to the top of the cake figuring there must be something on there indicating what it was for.
“Why does that cake have a snail with a lumpy shell on it?” I asked confused at what I was seeing. There were also random, short lines sticking out from the strange shell.
Iron started chucking and he wasn’t the only one in the room.
Bridget stepped up and swiftly turned the plate around.
I was stunned as much as I was confused. My mouth dropped open but I wasn’t sure which question I should ask first.
Then I read the messy words written under the phallic picture.
It takes a man with big balls to chop them off.
I still wasn’t understanding.
Iron pushed to his feet a little slower than he usually did. A grimace hit his face once he was standing and I didn’t miss it.
“It was a joke. I’m sorry,” the skinny one said as he came forward again and attempted to wipe the penis shaped icing away.
I didn’t think he was apologizing to Iron.
“What is this?” I asked as Iron slowly made his way to me.
“Well, I didn’t want to do this in a room full of people, but I guess they already know anyway.” His eyes looked over my shoulder to pin someone behind me with a hard stare. “I had a vasectomy.”
I studied him to see if he was joking.
He was not.
“Why? I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“I know you didn’t, Pet. I did it for us. I did it to show you that I’m in this one hundred percent.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.
He knew that I didn’t want kids. And yes, he had told me that he was fine without having any, but in the back of my mind, I wondered if he was sure about that.
Now, I had my answer.
