FORTY FOUR

THIRD PERSON' S P O V

it was early in the day yet both men found themselves in a bar conversing while swirling the brown liquids in their glasses which niether had bothered to drink from. There was a lot that needed to be said and luckily they happen to have the power to ditch work whenever they wanted.

"So she wants kids". Calan was saying. "And it bothers you".

Michael nodded.

"Yeah, but why?". Calan asked him.

He had never been opposed to the thought of having children, a slut he'd had a one night stand with could call call him up and tell him she was carrying his child and he'd be glad. And goodness, when his own wife had been pregnant....it was as though he would suddenly grow wings and fly.

"I guess I just don't want to bring a child into my life right now, not when everything's so....complicated". Michael replied.

He set the glass down before rubbing his temple wearily.

Complicated.....

Calan could almost understand how complicated his life must be but the fact tha