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She returned with Emma.

I said, “You really are shopping for vasectomy doctors,seriously?”

She sat down. “Yep, one hundred percent. Fraoch is in agreement and Quentin said he thought it would be safe to make the appointment. There’s a local doctor, and we have some fake credentials we’re going to use since we’re in hiding, yetagain.”

“I would apologize but since this is your bitch mother-in-law, Agnie, stealing our throne, not mine, I don’t have to.”

She laughed. “Your bitch mother-in-law is being weird. I don’t trust her.”

She’s not being weird, she’s just defeated. It’s hard to watch, but if I had to guess, she’s about to rise again.

CHAPTER 52 - MAGNUS

“So what’s the procedure?”

Fraoch said, “Tis a snip, ye ken, a wee cut, inside the verra large shaft.”

James chuckled. “Is that how Hayley explained it to you?”

“Aye,” his brow raised. “She is a good judge of size.”

Lochinvar’s eyes were wide, holding his hands over his crotch.

Colonel Quentin said, “Are you sure, Fraoch?”

“Aye, Hayley and I made a deal from the verra beginnin’, we dinna want the heartache of bairns, and we might hae eventually grown out of it from boredom, but we are surrounded by bairns, so we are able tae keep our promise tae each other.”

I clapped him on the shoulder and joked, “Tis too bad ye are giving up all beddin’ forever.”

Lochinvar said, “I think I need tae sit down.” He wobbled, then he fainted, slumpin’ tae the dirt.

Fraoch nudged him with his toe. “Og Lochie, wake up!”

Lochinvar startled awake and looked around. “What happened?”

Fraoch said, “Ye hae become a woman, so fearful ye dropped intae the dirt. I am nae pickin’ ye up, ye’ll hae tae pick yerself up if ye are going tae talk with the elder men.”

Lochinvar groaned and lumbered up. “It went verra dark, I canna believe ye are choosin’ nae tae bed yer—”

Fraoch laughed. “Lochinvar, Og Maggy is just joking with ye, I hae explained it now, eight times, it winna harm me. I will still be able tae properly bed m’wife.”

I shuddered, “Och, with yer willy shorn in half? I daena think so.”

Lochinvar gasped, “Och nae,” he turned white as a sheet again.

Fraoch groaned.

James said, “Mags is just kidding, Lochie, they don’t shear it, it’s more like cleaning a fish, they just flay it and—”

Fraoch groaned and put his hand over his cock.

Lochinvar looked unsteady on his feet.

James said, “Look around, we all have our hands over our cocks.”

We all laughed.

I asked, “How long will ye be in the hospital?”

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