I'm Not Going to Be a Father

I'm sitting at home eating my lunch today & the phone rings. It's Alka. There's a note of concern in her voice. She says "I'm late."
Alka is on a female hormone regimen to help her with extreme backpain & cramping during her period. Namely, birth control pills.
There's no such thing as foolproof birth control. Just ask my brother, his wife is carrying their second child. He had a vasectomy after their first. Ouch.
So, I tell Alka I'll pick up one of those kits from CVS & we can do the test when I get home from work. Bad day to have to work late but, what can you do?
I'm back from lunch & the phone rings. It's Alka. "I hope you kept the receipt." Yup. You betcha. Be happy to return that item to the store.
I'm proud of myself. I was calm & reassuring throughout the whole (admittedly brief) thing. We were on the brink of having to make some pretty big decisions.
I love my daughter but, I don't really want another child. I didn't relish the thought of being the father of a teenager in my sixties. I know a lot of men become fathers at 45 but, I didn't want to be one of them.
Grandfather:Yes Father:No