56. Grenades and Nukes

“I liked my original plan of not telling him someone else might be the father,” Mick said.

“Better a grenade now than a nuke later,” I said.

She nodded her head and sighed, “Better he knows today and he’s a little mad, rather than he feels tricked and betrayed five years from now.” 

“What does your gut tell you he’s most likely to do?”

“I think he’ll accept the child no matter what.  He’s that kind of man.  Sometimes I don’t know what he sees in me.”

“Maybe it’s that you're honest with him, even when it hurts."

“Lucky guy.  I tossed him a grenade,” she said, a tear leaking from her eye.

Today I will remember better a grenade now than a nuke later.

Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Writing My New Story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)