“You know, Daniel can’t actually make you have a baby. He’s just exaggerating. As your doctor, I’m responsible for making sure you have access to whatever treatment you need, for the outcome you want.” He pats me on the shoulder. “Then gimme some kind of IUD! Or something!” He gives me such a look. “Because I brought so many IUDs with me, on this all cis male dig. Anyway, I don’t even know if that would work,” he adds, tapping away at his datapad.
