The Nuptials of Convenience

"Mom I have told you so many times I don't want to get married," I said to my dear mother, who has not stopped ranting at me.

"How long do you want to be an unmarried man? Look at all your friends. Skyler, Zanvil, and now even Skyler have girlfriends, and here you are solving criminal cases. When will you solve your life's case?" My mother taunted me sternly. I pressed my lips in a thin line.

"I want to see you happy." She was pissed because I didn't go on a blind date on a Friday.

"Mom, I'm happy. I don't want to do blind dates, and I don't ever want to get married. It's not for me," I said sternly, not wanting to take this topic any further.

"Then when will I get to see my grandchild?" she said, sounding agitated. If she wanted a grandchild this desperately, then she should not have stopped me from having a surrogate. Only because of her I even gave it a try for surrogacy.

"Probably never," I said, cutting the call before she started to do waterworks.

"Mom, give me a break," I said in annoyance, and I grabbed my cell phone. I slid up the green button to tell her for the final time.

"Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Michele Roberts?" a famine voice said from the other side. I composed myself before opening my mouth.

"Yes, you are," I said in a firm tone while still massaging my forehead. I need to take medicine for it.

"Sir, I have called you to invite you to the anniversary ceremony of Happy Life Fertility Hospital," she said in her receptionist tone. My brows furrowed when she said that. mouth was sealed when she continued.

"We tried to call your wife, but we couldn't reach her. Please bring your four-year-old son too. We are going to do a small celebration because he is our thousandth successful IVF child," she said, sounding happy before cutting the call. The ground beneath my legs was snatched away. I just couldn't believe my ears.

What the fuck?

I have a wife and a four-year-old son.