The door swings open and I wait hopefully for the doctor to appear, but it’s only Phoebe. “Is everything good in here?” I grit my teeth together to keep myself from screaming. “Word of advice: don’t get pregnant. If you want a baby, adopt one. Use a surrogate. Just don’t. Get. Pregnant!” Phoebe retreats slowly to the farthest corner. “So is that a yes, or…?” Ruslan holds my hand tight and strokes it. “We’re powering through—” “We?” I snap. “We? I think your contribution to my predicament was months ago and it involved an orgasm. So I’m not sure what you are doing, but I’m definitely
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