“Dad, why won’t you TALK to me?!?”

“Alright, alright. What do you want to know?”

His son stood there for a moment, unable to select a question from the swarm buzzing in his head. Finally he chose, “Why?”

“Why what, son?”

“Um. Well, why are you moving out of the house?”

“There’s a lot of negative emotion in the air between your mom and I right now. I feel kind of blind-sided by it, you know?”

“Not really, but kinda. What do you mean?”

“I… I hated my job. Did it for 13 years, hated it. Your mom taught me to pursue the things I love, and that job was the last thing I hated in my life, so I quit. It’s stupid, but I was expecting a kind of super-happy, angels-come-down-from-Heaven, music playing, party atmosphere moment, you know? I thought she would be so proud of me and happy for me, you know?”

Not really, but kinda. “Dad… what does this mean for mom’s pregnancy?”

The father must have been stunned for half a second. “Mom’s what?”