Page 98 of His Big Bad Stick

“Can we just get this going?” Colver growls.

Dr. Whitney and I laugh at Colver.

It feels good to laugh at him.

Partly because it’s rare to have that feeling of control over him.

But also because I secretly like when he gets angry.

I’m not sure there’s anything hotter in the world than Colver being pissed off, staring at me, eyes smoldering like he’s two seconds away from fucking me.

I’m pregnant and he’s my only chance at a man touching me.

So… what are you waiting for, Colver?

The wand is inside me.

It’s a weird feeling.

I’m staring at the ultrasound screen.

This place is so laid back and casual. There are no posters on the walls. Nothing selling medicines or treatments. It’s almost like a hotel room in a way.

And Dr. Whitney is the one doing the ultrasound.

I like that a lot.

I’m also confident that my healthcare plan would not cover a second of this. I’m not sure it could afford me even parking in the parking lot.

I have no idea how this is being handled or paid for or what.

Dr. Whitney is focused.

The screen is snowy and then it’s not.

There’s a black circular shape and Dr. Whitney points to the screen.

“There you go,” she says.

“What?” Colver asks.

“That’s your baby, Colver,” Dr. Whitney says.

He leans forward, hovering over me.

“That’s the baby,” I whisper.

There’s a little white blob shape on the screen.

“That’s it,” Dr. Whitney says. “I’m going to take some measurements here. Then we’ll listen to the heartbeat. And I’ll print some pictures for you.”

“She’s fucking pregnant,” Colver whispers.

“I pissed on two hundred tests!” I cry out. “What did you think?”

“Colver, do you need a lesson in how this works?” Dr. Whitney asks.

“I can explain it,” I say. “I did once before.”

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