She added a strange part at the end saying that it was a waste of time getting me pregnant, as far as she was concerned the child would be mine and not his. “You ok?” he asks, concern etched on his face in the mirror as he sees a tear run down my cheek “We can stop if you want.”
I shake my head “I just need a minute to adjust.” I tell him, letting out a long breath. “She sure is…” he begins, his cheeks turning bright red at being caught gawping at her. down there.”
“An itch?” I look at her quizzically “Time of the month?”
“No, a different kind of itch…”
“An infection?”
She shakes her head, biting her lip. As he grabs his suitcase and turns to enter the train I quickly swat his ass, making him turn back.
