The DINK Pact

Summary

Fred insisted I get a hysterectomy to cement our child-free commitment. It was our ultimate pact.

Ten years later, he surprised me with adopted twins to raise. I devoted myself completely. Eighteen years later, they got into Ivy League schools.

At their acceptance party, Fred slid asset transfer papers toward me. My mother grabbed my arm in panic. "You can't give them everything! We don't even know their origins!"

I calmly replied, "I trust my judgment."

When my father's slap cracked through the hall, shouting "Disgrace!", I still signed.