Page 34 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

The tech laughed. “And that right there is the bladder.”

It was official. Hale had finally seen every last inch of me. While he made jokes and she took pictures, I did what I did best and worried. “Does everything look okay?”

“Oh, I just take the images. The doctor will go over the results with you.”

That sounded ominous. Why did we have to call them results? Maybe they were just selfies? Whatever happened to good old slides?

Hale took my hand. “You okay, baby?”

Oh, look who finally showed up for emotional support. About freaking time. “I’m fine. Just lying around with a big old wand up my cooter.”

He squeezed my hand lovingly. “Just a typical Wednesday afternoon.”

What was with him today? My eyes narrowed. “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, Mister.”

He chuckled and blew me a kiss.

The tech took several pictures of my insides, and then the wand was gone, and I was instructed to get dressed.

As we walked to Hale’s side of the building, I joked, “I hope they didn’t find any pictures of oldschool rings up there.”

Hale growled. “Not funny, Rayne.”

“Oh, you’re the only one who can make jokes today?”

“Those are the rules.”

I rolled my eyes.

To Hale’s disappointment, I was not allowed in the sample room with him. “Is there a nurse who can offer a little prostate stimulation if he needs it? Sometimes that helps.”

“Rayne,” Hale snapped, and I snickered.

Payback was a bitch.

“I don’t need that,” he assured the nurse.

“Uh, we don’t offer that,” she said, missing the joke. She slid Hale a cup, and I plopped into a waiting room chair, wincing.

Of course, Hale noticed, and his expression instantly turned to concern. “You okay, baby?”

I rubbed my bottom. “Yeah. My butt’s still sore from last night.”

He grinned. “I bet it is.” He tossed the cup up in the air and caught it in one hand. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

“Oh, honey, you never take that long,” I teased loudly. His eyes narrowed as he disappeared into the private room. He was going to spank me again.

After our appointment at the fertilityclinic, we were told to grab dinner at a local restaurant and return to the clinic when we finished to review the results of our tests.

“So, how was it?” I asked Hale once we placed our order.

“Which part? The part when my wife took a ten-inch dildo or the part when I got to jerk off to porn?”

“They gave you porn?” I scoffed. “See! This is exactly why I hate the patriarchy!”

“You think those imaginary old men around the poker table ordered that porn for me?”

“Theyarethe patriarchy.”

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