I entered the delivery room and realized my obstetrician was my ex. Wracked with pain, I groaned, “Can I get another doctor? Anyone but him.” Arthur Hastings spread my legs and said coolly, “If you don’t want me delivering your baby, there’s an easy solution.” I looked at him hopefully. “Just push the baby’s head back in,” he deadpanned. I was speechless. He added, “You weren’t this shy when we used to sleep together.” The other doctors wielding scalpels exchanged awkward glances. I wanted to die right then and there.
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