Eight Chances at Forever

My wife Eva was lying on my operating table, pregnant with her first love's child for the eighth time.

This time, I didn't lose control like the previous seven times.

Instead, I calmly sutured her wounds and explained the post-operative precautions.

Having performed abortions for Eva so many times, I'd long become the laughingstock of the entire hospital.

After the surgery, Eva grabbed my sleeve and sobbed, "George, this time Chris was drugged with an aphrodisiac. I had to help him... Don't worry, you're my husband. I'll only have children for you."