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“No, I know that happens. We’re all one condom break from becoming a parent. Am I right?”

Fortunately, Dr. Reeves looked more amused by Adrian than annoyed. Depending on what he was going to say next, my response might go either way.

“I meant an IUD dislodging itself. Is that common?”

“No,” she replied, her eyes briefly flashing to mine. “It’s somewhere between a point zero five to eight percent chance of an IUD spontaneously migrating or dislodging. It typically happens during a woman’s cycle. And if she doesn’t know it happened, it significantly increases the risk of pregnancy within the first month afterward.”

“Does the size of her partner impact that?”

“Not typically, but particularly rough sex could affect the placement of the device’s strings that would put it at risk for migration or expulsion.”

“So it’s possible that a well-endowed partner could cause something like this?”

“Very small one, Mr. O’Neill,” she laughed. “But it’s not out of the realm of possibility.”

“A very small one wouldn’t have done the job.” Adrian leaned toward me, cupping his hand in front of his mouth. I shook my head, squeezing his knee, but it didn’t stop the Dickhead from slipping out. “Did you hear that, babe? Your IUD never stood a chance against my massive dick.”

“Oh, my God. Just shut up.” Part of me wanted to be surprised he’d actually said it. But as my obstetrician laughed loudly at his not so quiet comment, I knew he’d said it to take my mind off the fact this part of my plan hadn’t exactly gone how I thought it would.

“Anyway, now that we’ve got that out of the way, would you like to know the due date of your little one?”

Adrian and I looked at each other before we nodded.

“Looks like you’ll be having a baby chick right before Easter this year. He or she will make their appearance on March twentieth.”

“Wonder if they’ll have a cock-a-doodle-doo?” Adrian snickered, and I smacked him in the stomach with one palm while I covered my face with the other.

“Hutch told me when his ex was pregnant that babies on ultrasounds look like aliens,” Adrian mused as we sat side by side on a bench outside our office building. Today was cooler, the shade of the building allowing us to sit outside until we were ready to return from our lunch break despite it being the middle of July.

“Feels pretty alien right now.” Looking down at my flat stomach, I tried to imagine it getting bigger, but I also didn’t want to let myself think that far ahead.

“How’re you feeling? Need me to get you something bland to snack on from the bodega down the street?”

Smiling at him, I cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. He was killin’ it at this attentive baby daddy thing. “I’m good for now. But thank you for offering. Hopefully, the ginger ale in my travel mug will be enough to get me through today.”

Dr. Reeves had told me that the sudden onset of morning sickness was typical from ten to fifteen weeks, but it’d come in with a vengeance a bit early. If I hadn’t told him while we were in New York, Adrian would have figured it out pretty quickly when I woke him up at six am heaving over the toilet the last three days. She’d sent a prescription for an anti-nausea medication to the pharmacy near my apartment building to use as needed, and I had a feeling I’d be needing it.

“If it’s any consolation, your tits have been quite impressive the last few weeks,” Adrian teased, laying his palm on my stomach. “Wonder how big they’ll get by the time the baby’s here?”

Rolling my eyes, I leaned into him as his arm wrapped around my back. “You keep letting the Dickhead out and you won’t be touching them.”

“I thought you liked my dickhead?” he whispered, goosebumps cropping up across my neck as his lips traced behind my ear. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I remember you screaming how much you loved it this weekend, as the headboard dented the wall in our hotel room while you rode me.”

“You weren’t complaining.”

“You know how Dr. Reeves was telling us about possible symptoms during the second trimester?” I had a feeling I knew where this was going. “I think we need to come up with a signal, so I know when you’re needing to take the edge off.”

“So it’s selfless? Nothing for you to gain from the increase in my hormones?”

“I’ll selflessly press you up against my office window and fuck the daylights out of you whenever you need it, babe. My body is yours to command.”

“Your priorities are clearly in the right place.”

“Exactly. Have tah worry about the health and wellbein’ of my baby mama. Don’t want to leave her miserable and pent up. I’m willin’ to work night and day tah make sure she’s got what she needs.”

“Such a pervert,” I laughed, placing my hand atop his resting on my stomach. There was also something about him slipping back into his natural accent when he was saying dirty things in my ear that stirred something entirely different from my nausea.

“You wouldn’t like me if I wasn’t.” And some small part of me agreed with him. His humor, especially the self-deprecating part, had been one of the more endearing traits that attracted me to him in the first place.

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