This Is Not An Interview

Kira rolled over in bed and buried her head in the pillow to muffle her silly giggles. ‘Kira? Kira?’ She raised her head when she felt the oxygen getting thin. ‘Kira?’ Austyn heard her gasping over the phone. ‘What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?’ ‘I’m fine.’ Kira was glad he couldn’t see her face right now. It was flushed crimson. Her cheeks were burning hot. She couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear. ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Uh-huh.’ ‘Do you want Jesse to come over? I’ll give him a call.’ ‘No, no, there’s no need,’ Kira said in a hurry. If the doctor came over and found out she was fine, just giddy with joy, he would laugh in her face. Austyn gripped the phone. Maybe he was overreacting. But he couldn’t help it. Men were capable of many things, but giving birth wasn’t one of them. He couldn’t experience what Kira was going through, not even vicariously. The pamphlet Dr Lynch gave him, plus the prenatal care book he bought to read on the plane, filled his mind with horrific images—morning s