Your face falls into an expression of shock and you turn to look at your wife.
"I wanted to make you happy, to give you a child," she explains again, the concern evident in her voice and on her face.
"I didn't— I wasn't— I love you"
"I know. I just thought I could be more than me. And we could both get the child we wanted. This wasn't what I had planned at all."
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, or it would be if you weren't slowly turning into a busty blond and were alone.
Clearing his throat, the doctor spoke up, "if there's a silver lining, Mrs. Smith was rather...thrifty in her choice, getting the most bang for her buck, selecting a very attractive model, if I do say so myself.
Both you and Carrie shoot the doctor a glare.
"I think I just want to go home," you say, and your wife nods.
The trip is mostly a haze for you, being guided out of the office, to and through reception, and into the car. You could feel the changes to your body, the slow process being intensely uncomfortable. It isn't until you're back inside the house that you're brought out of your reverie.
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