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and the baby business. He had tried to relieve his frustration by doing something completely unacceptable and outrageous. He didn’t want to be that guy. Suddenly it was clear to him: he either had to get Vibe pregnant or he had to let her go so she could have children with someone else.
    When Vibe came home, she was happy and relaxed. Søren wondered if she, too, had been unfaithful. In the days that followed, they appeared to benefit from their break. Vibe’s eyes no longer held that hurt expression and she seemed so absorbed by work that she was far too tired to think about the baby and their relationship. They spent a lovely Christmas with Knud and Elvira, they cuddled in front of the fireplace and exchanged presents; on New Year’s Eve they hugged each other for a long time when the clock struck twelve. Neither of them spoke, but it felt like a commitment. Søren woke up on the first of January believing the crisis had passed.
    Then one evening, completely out of the blue, Vibe said that they had to talk about it. Barcelona had been amazing, inspirational and when she came back, her work had meant as much to her as in the old days when she had worked late practically every night. But since they had completed their latest project, her life had become humdrum.
    ‘And I can still feel it,’ she said, quietly. ‘I want to have a baby. My body wants to have a baby. I can’t help it.’
    Søren sat down in the sofa and put his arms around her.
    ‘Perhaps it’s time for us to go our separate ways,’ he said. The tears started rolling down Vibe’s cheeks.
    ‘So you still don’t want to? Never, under any circumstances?’ she asked.
    ‘No.’
    Shortly afterwards Vibe went to bed. She didn’t kiss him goodnight, she just closed the door to the bedroom. Søren stayed behind feeling like a total shit. He didn’t want to have children. The feeling couldn’t be mistaken, but neither could he fathom what lay behind it. Was it about Vibe? Did hewant children with another woman, but not with her? No, he didn’t. So what was it all about? He fetched a beer from the fridge and turned the TV volume to mute. The world was a dangerous place, that was why. Children might die, children
did
die, he thought, angrily. It wasn’t all romantic as Vibe imagined. Children were born only to end up in the morgue; young girls, half-naked, bruised, battered and dead. Teenage boys high on designer drugs, beaten to a pulp by each other, or smashed up in cars or motorbikes driven by their mates, whose blood was full of alcohol. Søren had accompanied countless parents to the morgue. He didn’t want children. When he had finished his beer, his sadness overwhelmed him. They would have to part, so Vibe could have her child with another man.
    They decided to tell Knud and Elvira together the following Friday. It was a Tuesday and Søren was dreading the moment because Vibe was like a daughter to the old couple. He was convinced they wouldn’t accept the reason for the break up as they had both hinted, repeatedly, that they would like some great-grandchildren soon. Vibe slept on the sofa the whole week, even though Søren offered her their bed. She didn’t want it. She was fine sleeping in the living room, she said.
    That Friday, Søren picked Vibe up from work. They drove to Snerlevej and parked in front of the house. Søren loved to go back to his old home. He loved opening the door with the key he had been given when he turned ten and started making his own way to and from school, he loved the smell in the hall, a mixture of what was cooking in the kitchen and damp coats, boots, shoes and old wool. There was alwaysa bottle of red wine waiting on the radiator when Vibe and Søren came to visit, always delicious food and warmth, and after dinner they would play Trivial Pursuit, the men against the women. But that evening when Søren unlocked the door, something was clearly very wrong. Vibe followed behind him. They had hugged each other