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Yeah, and so what if I had hacked into their medical records? So sue me.
I knew for a fact that she never had any fucking fertility issues. It was all that limp-dick toolbox. Once the doctor had told him, he’d gone home and told Scottie thatshewas the issue. He’d made her feel less than.
Then he’d left her.
Honestly though, that was the greatest gift he gave her.
He took his infertile limp-dick across the country, and far out of her life.
And here we were: she was with me, and pregnant. Considering how dark those two pink lines were, I hoped that it meant that I’d gotten her pregnant on the first try. I don’t know why, but the thought brought me such deep satisfaction.
Scottie had made an appointment with her OB, but we couldn’t go right away. I couldn’t wait for that appointment though, and for them to confirm how far along she was - to tell me what I suspected and hoped to be true.
I was lost in my own world, grinning like a fool. We were flying home from an away game and heading into another busy week, which was exciting for the fact that we’d won yet another game and I was certain we’d win the next game too, but I also hated this because I’d been away from Scottie the past couple of days, and would be again next week.
My elated demeanor since Scottie and I learned of our news hadn’t gone unnoticed though. My entire team was under the impression that I liked them now - or some shit like that. They were mistaken though, because even though I respected them and maybe liked some of them, what I really liked was winning.
And I liked them all a hell of a lot more when we were winning.
But if my elevated joy had them feeling more relaxed, happy and motivated… who was I to correct them? It certainly didn’t mean that I wanted to talk to them on this flight though. There were a select few people I was okay talking to right now, and Nik and Nic happened to make the cut.
As if my thoughts summoned them, I looked at my phone that was buzzing non-stop -thank God for wifi- and I seemed to come into the thread in the middle of their conversation.
Trickie Nickies
The Love Machine:
I told you, we don’t have any injuries. Why do you keep asking?! Are YOU injured?
The Holy One:
No. And can’t a guy ask questions? Damn, dude.
The Love Machine:
We all know your dick must be injured because by the sound of your latest “situation”, you got nothing going but a party of one where you tickle your own pickle.
The Holy One:
That’s fresh coming from you. You convinced Valentina to touch your teenie weenie yet?
The Love Machine:
Ahh, man, you’re so sweet! Worrying about my GIGANTIC elephantiasis dick. Let me assure you that there’s nothing wrong with it, and I’ve never gotten any complaints. The only complaint I’ve gotten is that it’s too big.
The Holy One:
Oh, yeah, I’m sure.
You’re so big Lovebug that they probably complain that your cock chokes them when you’re fucking them, right?
The Love Machine:
EXACTLY!! See, Soba gets it.
The Holy One:
Well, when they got a mouth full of your dick, I’d hope they’re choking - at least a little.
