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Overwhelmed, I swiped a few tears from my cheeks, and to my surprise, Wes smiled gently in my direction as he untangled his hand from mine and discreetly handed me a small handkerchief. Who still carries a handkerchief?!

The report is in, honey. Your cervix is in tiptop shape.

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Fine. Superc0ck can be my personal doctor.

That's *Doctor Superc0ck" to you now. After that many years of schooling, he wants you to use the title.

What was that I heard about needing to check your cervix with my superc0ck? He's got a medical background. It was more as a medic in the army than as an actual honest-to-goodness doctor, so he hasn't seen much pu$$y in the medical sense, but he's definitely familiarized himself with a cervix or two outside of business hours.

There's no way in h#ll I'm going to check her cervix.

But you're a doctor, Win.

Yeah, but I'm not an obstetrician. Unless she thinks she sprained her v@gin@, I'm zero help in the pregnancy department.

Last time you called, you were trying to con me into doing one of Cassie’s late night craving runs for you. I only do the work for pregnancies I create, and I had not one moment of fun or involvement in the creation of that little hellion.