Hunger. The Obsessed

“I’m pregnant, my love!” I shout through tears of joy, but instead of the expected smile on his hard, handsome face I see contempt and anger. “And what does that have to do with me?” he states sharply, pushing me away. Not much—just enough to hurt terribly, like a lump in my throat. “Don’t talk nonsense. We had sex so many times—it’s only natural… ” “I’m sterile, Vasylisa! I can’t have children!” Contains profanity.