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It was almost midnight when you were in the kitchen, leaning against the sink while washing some dirty dishes that you had used a while ago to prepare dinner and to eat.

You wanted to wait for your wife, Sevika, to have dinner together, but as soon as the clock struck nine o'clock at night, she called you and insisted that you should eat without her, since she would be late due to a problem at work. It took a while to convince your thick head, but in the end, she won and you had dinner alone. You ate and watched TV as the hours passed, deciding that now you would wait for Sevika so she could eat and then you could wash all the dishes. However, it turns out that she said she would be late, and that was what would happen after all, so at eleven fifty you gave up again and went to wash the dishes.

Minutes later, you heard the sound of the front door opening. You knew it was your wife when you heard the distinctive sound of her huge ring of keys. You felt relieved about that, leaving a small smile on your face, without taking your eyes and hands off the dishes you were finishing washing.

She didn't call out to you, but you knew she was coming towards you by the sounds of her heavy boots hitting the floor, coming from the living room into the kitchen.

It wasn't long before you felt a strong arm and a bionic arm around your waist, a small kiss on the back of your neck and then her tired breath on your neck, as she laid the side of her head on your shoulder. You turned off the tap and leaned over a little to pick up a napkin that was hanging from the small metal arch in the sink, drying your hands so you could then take one of them to Sevika's hair, running your fingers through the strands to caress.

“Tough day?” You asked. She mumbled softly and shifted in the hug.

“It was a peaceful day... But the security guard on the night shift had to leave, his wife went into labor. The substitute wouldn’t arrive until after ten, and there was only me to cover.”

“Hummm…”

You turned to hug her completely, putting your arms around her, letting her burrow into you, snuggling like a puppy. Sevika could be adorable when she wanted to, but this was a part of her that she was determined to show only to you, one of the only people – if not The only person – with whom she allowed herself to be so vulnerable.

This was due to the fact that you two went to very difficult times for quite a while, years ago.

None of you ever had a lot of money, but it was enough to keep your families stable, even though you lived on the poorest side of town. You lived with your grandmother, and Sevika lived with her father.

You two met on the way to the neighborhood public gym, when you bumped into Sevika, who was leaving a family friend's house for maintenance on her bionic arm; both young adults, twenty and twenty-four years old. Since then you two became good friends.

Coincidentally, in addition to entering the same university together, you were the new hire of a small convenience store in the neighborhood, and the person managing it was Sevika's father, who also worked there, mainly unpacking new products. That's how you got even closer. Your friendship grew a lot stronger over the years until you developed a relationship. Even amidst the chaos of reconciling academic life, personal life and work plus the difficulties in correlating your stubborn personalities, in the end, it worked out and there you were, completing three years of dating. You were twenty-three and Sevika was twenty-seven.

It was in the following year, when Sevika's father passed away, that things began to go completely wrong. He and Sevika never had a good relationship, but it was essential how working in his store helped her financially, even if he just wanted Sevika there to have less work. He wasn't a good man at all, and he didn't make the slightest point of telling her that he sold the store to a company before he passed away, leaving you two and two other employees unemployed.

You asked Sevika to live with you and your grandmother. For a while, you managed to stay stable with the three of your savings, but of course, that money wouldn't last forever.

The two of you had a lot of difficulty finding a new job, to the point where Sevika got involved with some old friends and helped them with some work involving drugs, which was very dangerous, but it was still a source of income. She finished her senior year of college and dove right into it. You hated it, which was the reason for several of your arguments.

Sometimes, Sevika would come home from work injured. She maintained a calm and painless posture when your grandmother ended up seeing her like that, not wanting to worry the poor old lady and distress her fragile heart; but you knew she was in pain, especially when you found bruises on her stomach, clear signs of aggression. Over time, combining her security course and the fighting skills she learned from her late mother and friends, she became more experienced, arriving with fewer injuries when she had a fight, sometimes with none at all. Either way, she just wanted the best for all of you. Your college, her grandmother and your stability were the most important thing, it was what motivated her to continue working on it, but always taking as much care as she could.

It was only two years later that a good opportunity arose. Your grandmother passed away in the meantime, leaving a bitter hole in your heart. If it weren't for your teacher – and of course, for Sevika's support –, who offered you a job at your graduation, everything would have been worse.

You started working teaching high school at a private school in the best-structured part of the city. Sevika, who had also completed her course in private security, didn't take long to find work in a well-paid company that was looking for security guards capable of anything, completely leaving aside passing business with those people. This is how, little by little, your conditions improved considerably and you made many significant changes in your lives, including getting closer to some old friends and family, moving to a nice little two-story house, getting an arm prosthesis more suitable for Sevika and even recovering mentally.

Seven years passed flying and there you were: married, living well, loving each other more and more every day, overcoming difficulties together. You were a great example for Sevika's nieces and your students. It was lovely.

You thought fondly of the memories, smiling as you caressed the woman in your arms.

“Oh. I bought us a surprise.”

Sevika said, moving a little away, but not taking her hands off your waist. Your eyes sparkled with curiosity at the sentence.

“Really? What is it?”

“It’s something we both really wanted.” 

“A dog?”

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Since when did we want a dog so badly?”

“Umm, since just now.”

“Okay, okay… But, no. It's not a dog. I can show you up there.” Sevika said, arching an eyebrow, using a very suggestive and not at all discreet tone that you understood immediately.

After a few seconds of your eyes slightly widening in surprise, your expression changed to one of lust, knowing full well how it would all end. You giggled and took your right hand to the waistband of her pants, watching as Sevika's abdomen contracted slightly. From there, you traced with your index finger to her chest, staying there, drawing with the tip of your finger.

“I'm sure I'll love it.” You whispered, bringing your faces closer.

Sevika almost closed her eyes and the distance between you, increasing her grip on your waist, until...

“But!” You interrupted, now giving a single poke in the middle of her chest.

The older woman groaned dramatically and rolled her eyes, looking at you with a wrinkled nose and an adorable pout that she had involuntarily made since she was little when something or someone stopped her from doing what she wanted.

“First, you will have dinner and then you will bathe. Oh, and tomorrow you will clean this floor. This is the fourth time I've warned you about coming into the house with shoes on, love.”

“Ughh, I forgot…”

“I know.” You said in a loving tone, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

…

It was around one twenty in the morning when Sevika finished eating, showering and brushing her teeth. Now, she was comfortably dressed in her night clothes, which in this case were just cotton shorts. Nothing else.

You were lying on the bed, wearing only a light dress, no underwear, looking at the ceiling and waiting for her, who went to the living room to get the gift. You bit your lips a little inside, trying to contain the curiosity that grew more and more.

She said it was something you really wanted and then made it very obvious that it was a sexual object. What the hell was it? You tried to search your memory, but you didn't actually remember.

“Jeez, I’m only thirty. I can't have that bad of a memory already.”

The sound of the bedroom door closing brought you out of your thoughts. You continued lying down, but propped yourself up on your elbows so you could see and talk to Sevika better. Upon seeing her bare torso, you smirked and raised your eyebrows twice, making her snort good-naturedly.

The woman had a medium-large box in both hands. She sat next to you and left the box on the bed, now looking at you with a barely contained naughty expression. You laughed, now sitting on the bed.

“Should I open it?”

“Yeah.”

Finally, you picked up the mystery box and placed it on your outstretched legs, working on the simple red ribbon that held the white cardboard box together. When you removed the lid, your eyes widened and your mouth opened in an “O”. You looked over at Sevika, finding her with an amused smile, clearly enjoying your surprise.

Turning your eyes to the box, you took the contents, lifting it from the box to take a closer look. In your hands, you held the unprecedented Hexstrap, the inauguration of Hextech's recent partnership. It was unexpected, but no one complained when it was announced that the strap-on would allow the user to feel 100% of the sensation when touching themselves or penetrating, as well as sending realistic pulsating sensations to whatever it was in contact with – a vagina or an anus.

It was amazing and when the announcement came out, months ago, you two immediately decided you wanted to try it out. Not that the sex between you was bad, never. You always satisfied each other, it was wonderful, you knew each other well and never failed to take each other to new heights. But you were adept at new experiences, and that was quite an experience.

“This is so fucking cool.” You said without taking your eyes off the strap.

"Isn't it?" Sevika laughed. “I went to a sex shop before arriving and bought it. This shit is expensive, but I'm sure it will be worth it.”

“Oh, it sure will.” You lowered the object and looked at her excitedly, excitement starting to shine in your eyes.

Sevika placed the strap on your side and climbed completely onto the bed, placing herself on top of you, pushing you gently so that you lay back down.

You looked at each other for a few seconds and you laughed like in a cliché romance, being silenced by Sevika's hungry lips, who kissed you voluptuously, but with a lot of love dripping fervently.

Shameless, you took one hand to caress her neck and the other towards her breast, feeling the right one. The woman groaned and placed her mechanical hand on your waist, using the organic one to hold your face. She put her knee between your legs and pressed and moved there, feeling the wet spot, making you release her mouth to sigh.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sevika began to kiss, bite and mark your neck, taking advantage of the fact that it was finally Friday, so you two would be free and she could abuse the marks more.

She quickly found a way to get rid of the thin dress, throwing it in a corner somewhere. Likewise, while she was busy lowering her mouth from your neck to your collarbone, you stretched your arms and torso and pushed her shorts away, grateful when she finished taking them off with her own hand.

Now, with both of you naked, Sevika focused on kissing, licking and sucking your breasts and nipples, taking her organic hand to caress your thighs and leaving the mechanical hand as support on the bed. You moaned depravedly, snaking one hand up your wife's back while the other groped her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her moan into your skin. You arched your hips as Sevika's hand traveled closer to your pussy.

Sevika trailed kisses from your breasts to your legs, where she placed them resting on her shoulders, taking the lower part of your body off the bed, leaving your intimacy exposed in front of her face. You wriggled your hips forward as you felt her hot breath on your needy pussy, trying to initiate contact as Sevika continued to look at your face, admiring your beauty and desperation.

“Sev…” You called through a groan.

Your wife smiled and decided to move again. She placed a few wet kisses on the inside of your thighs, trailing kisses down to your pussy, where she began to lick the entire length. You moaned, gripping the bed sheets and arching your hips, pushing and grinding into Sevika's face, who explored you with her tongue and lips, licking your labia majora and minora, sucking and teasing your clit and circling your entrance.

You moaned and squirmed more and more as Sevika alternated the direction of her movements and the pressure she applied, feeling your peak getting closer and closer.

Knowing you well, Sevika pulled away when she felt you were about to cum. You whimpered at the separation and deprivation, trying to push yourself back into her face. Sevika smiled and licked her lips, lowering your body onto the bed.

Sevika stretched her torso and organic arm to grab the small tube of lubricant on top of the dresser beside the bed.

“May I?” Sevika asked, nodding towards the hexstrap. You just nodded.

Your eyes followed Sevika's every movement, from picking up the strap, opening the clasps, fitting it around her hips and intimacy to pouring lubricant on it. The gem stuck in front of it glowed with a faint glow as it activated automatically, keeping the two of you's wide-eyed gaze on the piece.

You lifted yourself up a little and stretched out the arm that wasn't resting on the bed to touch Sevika's waist, squeezing it before slowly lowering it to the artificial phallus. Carefully, you grabbed the base and gave it a light squeeze, which made Sevika shudder and close her eyes.

You immediately removed your hand, returning it to her waist, worried.

“All good?”

“Yeah, yeah. You can continue. Just… It’s fucking realistic.”

You laughed.

“Good. So they did what they promised.”

You lowered your hand and held it again, this time starting to move up and down, enjoying Sevika's body shaking, her eyes closed and her breathing quickening.

“Aaahh, fuck…”

Sevika moaned and pushed into your fist. It was a strange feeling, very new, but incredibly good. At the same time that she felt it in her vagina, feeling wet, it was as if she felt the phallus itself. There were many sensations at the same time, so she needed to maintain concentration and control so as not to reach the peak faster.

“Enough. I need to feel it inside you.” She almost growled, removing your hand and lifting your legs.

You held back a moan and bit your lip hard, watching her adjust your legs in your arms and the penis towards your vagina. You looked on anxiously, almost salivating as Sevika finally pushed into you.

You both moaned loudly as the sensations filled you. You, full of lust to see your wife feeling so good, feeling a new material, by the way, very pleasant to enter, feeling the length pulsate as it entered deeper and deeper into you. Sevika, drowning in the whirlwind of new sensations and unable to stop pushing until the end, becoming almost dizzy when she felt you entirely inside with the object, your walls squeezing her in the same way it squeezed her fingers when you had sex, but now feeling this with her genitals, sending vibrating waves of pleasure to her pussy.

When everything went in, Sevika stopped for a while so the two of you could draw some air into your almost completely melted brains.

You reached out an arm to hold hers, squeezing. She opened her eyes and you looked at each other. You laughed softly, feeling the endorphins and simple happiness of trying something new so good with your woman working hard on your body. The same thing happened with Sevika, who laughed along and then took a deep breath, starting to thrust slowly. You stopped laughing with a slight jolt, moaning again, feeling the stretch going in and out.

She quickly picked up the pace, thrusting faster and alternating with force, but always hitting that spot that made you moan louder and louder.

Sevika left your legs around her waist to rest both hands on the mattress and managed to bring her mouth to your neck, where she went back to sucking and kissing. You wrapped your legs around her waist and brought your hands to her back, where you scratched and squeezed.

After a few more minutes of scratching, thrusting, sucking, moaning and disjointed words, you came together. Sevika buried her face in your neck and trembled a little as she felt your walls squeezing her tightly and the tension of her own orgasm.

Sevika carefully laid on top of you, letting herself be hugged and caressed, while placing small kisses on your neck and cheek. You loved her weight and heat on top of you, it could be at any time of the day, but especially after sex or on a cold winter day.

“Are you okay?” You asked after a few minutes of silence, when your breathing returned to regularity.

“If am I okay? That was incredible.”

You smiled, leaving a long, smacking kiss on her cheek.

“It really was.”

“Tsc... But I’d still rather feel your pussy on mine, honestly.”

“Me too, darling.”

You spent a few more minutes hugging each other, being affectionate and chatting quietly, until Sevika removed herself from you and you both decided, despite being very lazy, that you should take a shower before falling asleep. 

Little did you know, that that single dawn, would later change your lives forever.

Chapter Text

Four weeks later. 

This was how long it had been since your first time using the gift Sevika bought for you. The two of you followed your normal routines after the weekend. Work, home, work, home.

However, there was something wrong with you in the period between the third and fourth week.

On one of those days, you woke up at dawn, feeling nauseous. You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes still closed and then took a deep breath, feeling when Sevika's large hand, still unconscious in her heavy sleep, wrapped around your waist. Even in her sleep, she still chased your touch whenever she felt you far away.

You smiled at this, but it didn't last long as the waves of nausea became stronger, making you take deep breaths again in hopes of dispelling them. Unfortunately, it didn't go the way you wanted.

Suddenly, you felt that bubbling, acidic urge to get it all out in the back of your throat. You leaned forward with a jolt, closing your mouth tightly and putting a hand in front of you as a precaution.

It went down slowly and for a second, you thought it was gone, when it came back hard again, and if it weren't for your mouth still closed, you would have thrown up right there.

Giving up trying to hold on, you removed Sevika's hand from you and ran to the bathroom down the hall. Upon entering, you ended up slamming the door very hard out of desperation, which immediately woke Sevika up. The woman jumped, looking frantically around the room. She looked to your side of the bed and her eyes seemed to have tripled in size when she didn't spot you there.

Sevika threw the duvet in any corner and quickly reached for her bionic arm that was on the dresser, fitting it as she ran out of the room, unsure of having to fight someone who had invaded the house. That's what her sleepy and scared brain thought at the moment.

She was going to run downstairs, but her listening ears caught sounds coming from the bathroom. Stopping abruptly in front of the door, she opened it carefully, looking around for any danger. In the end, all she saw was you kneeling in front of the toilet, breathing heavily, holding your hair without much effort. In the blink of an eye, Sevika was kneeling beside you, pulling your hair out of your face and holding it in a better, tighter ponytail, using her bionic hand to do so, while the organic one went to your back under your shirt, stroking from top to bottom.

You wanted to say thank you, but once again you vomited, almost choking when all that came out was bile, as you had already thrown up all of your dinner.

After a few seconds of silence, you took one last deep breath before closing the toilet lid and walking away with difficulty, being quickly supported by Sevika, who picked you up easily, sitting you on the closed toilet.

Sevika's face was contorted into a worried and scared grimace as she examined you, holding your tired face carefully, moving her eyes across your face. You were pale.

“We need to go to a hospital.”

Sevika declared, adjusting her posture to go to the sink, open the mirror and take out some hairpins, which she used to secure your unruly strands from your face.

“No, Sev… It’s four in the morning, we need to work soon.”

You argued hoarsely, closing your eyes as you felt the older woman fix your hair.

“It doesn’t matter. You're sick, work will have to wait. You can’t even work like that.”

“Sevika.”

You held her hands and brought them to your chest, looking into her eyes. You thought you might cry when you met her worried gaze. Your beautiful wife, you would never get tired of admiring her beauty.

“I'll be fine. I must have eaten something in the school cafeteria that didn’t do me any good.”

“But– you…”

"It's okay. Listen, I promise that if this happens again, we will go to the hospital immediately. But for now, let me have some medicine or some soup, I guarantee this will soon pass.”

With much reluctance in her mind, Sevika grumbled softly and gave in, pulling you into a hug in which you melted, snuggling into her.

Sevika wasn't one to talk much when she was worried, she would just make decisions and drag the person along to try to cure them and help them in the best way she could, and that was enough for you to know how much she loves you and only wanted the best for you; how scared she was about everything and that, without a doubt, if you didn't get better, she would take you to the hospital whether you wanted it or not.

And, well, that's exactly what happened.

You've barely had any peace in the last few days, feeling nauseous and more nauseous, eating less at your daily meals. You were visibly tired, trying to ward off the nausea with soup, but always failing and struggling as much as you could. At least you weren't vomiting, which was the only reason why Sevika listened to you when you said that you were already getting better and that you didn't need an appointment.

That was until the fourth week officially arrived, and the peak for Sevika's worry exploded.

You were in the living room, it was dinner time. Neither of you were really in the mood to prepare something, so you decided to order pizza. You loved pizza, and since you didn't eat it very often to keep your body in shape, you never refused when you finally decided to order it.

The order arrived and Sevika served you both, a slice each on the same plate, leaving it balanced on her leg while you were snuggled side by side. Sevika started eating while her eyes were focused on the program on TV, it was your favorite. A chef visited restaurants that called asking for help, whether with renovations, food or clientele.

Sevika was eating calmly, but you were still standing still, staring at the piece in your hand. Your nose wrinkled at the aroma of the pizza, your eyes scrutinizing the piece. What should have been one of the greatest delights of your life, was now making you want to put it in the box and put it far away, especially when you saw the ingredients well distributed on top of the piece.

Then the inevitable happened. You felt like everything would rise up in your throat, everything you had ingested that day. You even tried to hold it back, but the disgusting taste of vomit burning your throat didn't help.

You threw the piece onto the plate and walked away from Sevika, running to the bathroom.

Sevika threw her bitten piece onto the plate and almost broke the plate as she threw it onto the coffee table. She wiped her hands on her shorts and ran to you in the bathroom, pushing the door ajar, seeing you the same way she did days ago. Sevika murmured a “tsc”, very worried and this time a little irritated by your stubbornness, but of course, never unwilling to help you, you are the love of her life after all.

She knelt with you again, holding your hair and stroking your back, watching as you let it all out with a small furrow between her eyebrows.

You were now shaking hard, sucking in air to try and breathe better. The end of the sting for Sevika was when you lifted your face and there were tears falling uncontrollably. Any and all irritation Sevika had felt at your stubbornness disappeared in an instant. She pulled you into the hug, letting you hold her tightly and rest your chin on her shoulder, feeling the nausea slowly diminishing as you cried.

You felt like an idiot, a complete fool. You knew you were sick this whole time and realized you weren't getting better, yet you decided to neglect your health, worried about delaying your wife and your students. Now you were here, vomiting your guts out and crying like a scared little child, when you were an adult in your thirties and should have known how to deal with this.

“Come.”

Sevika suddenly said in a gentle tone, kissing the top of your head and pulling away to wipe your face from the tears. She held you by your forearms, helping you stand again. Sevika placed you in front of the sink, took your toothbrush, put toothpaste on it and handed it to you.

Sighing softly, you sobbed and forced yourself to start brushing your teeth. She watched you for a few seconds, wanting to make sure you wouldn't vomit again.

When she thought you were more stable to be alone, Sevika closed the toilet lid, flushed the toilet and then ran upstairs and entered your room.

She went to the closet, opened the bottom drawers and started looking through documents that she thought were important to get an appointment. She put them in a black bag, one you sometimes used to carry your teaching materials. With the bag ready, Sevika left it on the bed and went back to the closet, now focused on getting clothes more suitable for going out and to protect you from the cold.

While she was searching, you left the bathroom. You walked to the sofa and sat on it, looking absently at a random corner of the living room. The TV now spoke to itself, long forgotten.

“What’s wrong with me?”

You thought, swallowing the taste of toothpaste mixed with the bitterness of vomit. Horrible.

An irrational fear that you might have something serious took over your mind. Maybe your stubbornness and insistence worsened your condition, maybe now you would be hospitalized, giving Sevika more work and delaying your classes.

You sighed, closing your eyes to try to calm down and get your head straight.

Soon you would be fine. This time for real. Yes, a doctor would take good care of you and soon it would be nothing more than an unhappy day that you would be happy to forget as time went by.

…

At the hospital, Sevika left you sitting while she spoke to the attendant and sorted everything out, providing all the necessary information and listening carefully to which corridor to go to when called.

Fortunately, the hospital wasn't that busy that night, so the wait only lasted about ten minutes. Your name and room number appeared on the large hanging screen for all patients to see. Sevika takes you by the hand and you walk to the indicated place.

The doctor's office was like any other, painted and decorated in white and gray.

You and Sevika sat on two available chairs in front of the doctor, who seemed to be very young, wearing his lab coat and thin black glasses, very attentive and willing to talk to you.

After listing your symptoms and a quick check-up, he collected your blood and then asked you to go to the bathroom and urinate into a small pot for analysis. You thought it would be embarrassing, but you were tired, you had just thrown up everything you ate, you were hungry and you just wanted to go home, so that was actually one of the last things you thought about when you left the bathroom with the closed and clean jar, handing it into the young doctor's gloved hands.

Sevika, still sitting, didn't take her eyes off you for even a second, watching you closely, ready to support you if you felt weak or wanted to vomit again. Your loving and caring wife.

The doctor excused himself and left the room with his notes, the pot and the small vial of blood to another room, informing you that he would return quickly with the results, leaving the two of you alone.

You moved the chair closer to Sevika and laid your face on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around and intertwining your fingers. Sevika laid her face on your head and squeezed your hand, then stroked it with her thumb.

The doctor's desk clock showed exactly eleven at night, almost midnight. You sighed softly, longing for your bed and thinking that the next morning was still Thursday.

You don't know how much time has passed, you only know that you were woken up from your nap by Sevika, who gently shook you. You blinked a little dazedly and quickly straightened up when you saw the doctor sitting in his place, now holding some papers and now without gloves.

He gave you a gentle smile.

“Well, from what I can see, you’re fine. You've been eating well and drinking lots of water, so everything is more than fine and this nausea and vomiting is completely normal for your current state.”

“My... Current state?”

You gave a confused and alarmed look to Sevika, who fidgeted uneasily in her chair, returning your gaze.

“That's right. Congratulations, you are pregnant! Four weeks!”

The doctor exclaimed with a wide smile, opening his arms a little, as if he was radiating his happiness to both of you and waiting for an agitated or emotional reaction. But that's not what happened at all.

Sevika stared at the young doctor with her eyebrows raised in an expression that almost screamed “Are you kidding me?”. She remained silent as she peered into him, impatiently waiting for him to cut the nonsense and tell her what those exam papers really were.

On the other side, you paused for a few seconds and then started laughing, softly and clearly without humor. It was an awkward laugh, as you didn't want to actually laugh, but it just came out, so you just let it.

You sighed and brought your free hand to your face, where you scratched between your eyebrows.

“Alright, look… Very funny, honey. But now could you please tell me what I have and then give me some medicine so that my wife and I can go home and then I can finally sleep? Please.”

“Ah…”

The doctor swallowed hard and adjusted his glasses on his face, scratching his throat.

Smart and attentive to his patients, the boy didn't take long to notice the same pattern of reaction as some lesbian couples who passed by with the same situation.

Initially, he thought that one of the women had undergone the intrauterine insemination process in a specialized clinic, or, due to lack of access and income, home insemination. And then, after breaking the news, expecting happiness from the couples, all he got in return was confusion and doubts. Two of the couples even started fighting immediately after the news broke over alleged cheating by the pregnant women.

However, after a few questions and because he was up to date with the news, he saw that all the couples had worn something different a few weeks earlier.

“Have you used anything different during sex recently?”

He asks without qualms, but keeping politeness evident in his tone and posture.

“Uh- You mean, like... Drugs?” You ask, increasingly confused.

On your side, Sevika snorts, assuming a protective stance and starting to get irritated.

To her, the question sounded like an insinuation that you had abused drugs and ended up doing something you shouldn't have. She didn't like the doctor's possible insinuation and made no attempt to hide it.

He gave a nervous smile and pushed his chair back a little, intimidated by Sevika, who remained silent.

“No! Uh, l-look. You two are the sixth couple of women who have come here in recent months with the same situation. One of the women appears pregnant, and no one knows how this is possible, but they all have something in common besides pregnancy. It turns out that…”

The boy shifted a little uncomfortably, now very aware that it was an intimate matter and not everyone would like to talk about such things.

“Everyone used the new sex toy that has been talked about a lot… The Hexstrap, you know…? The material used to send realistic sensations to users is the arcane and although it is much safer and ready to be used in different areas around the city, it was decided that sex toys will be left out of this after accidentally impregnating some women. So far there have been no complaints from couples, but the owners still decided to ban it for a while…” 

Oh. 

“So, hence my question.”

Oh. 

The gears worked slowly in your heads, until it felt like they were going to explode. You swallowed hard and squeezed Sevika's hand, without taking your wide eyes off the doctor.

“This– Is this serious? Is it even possible?”

“Well, yes. Now it is.”

He said approaching the table to pick up the papers he had brought, handing them into your hand.

“All tests test positive for pregnancy and the DNA working with yours is A-. I think it’s your type, right?”

The boy asked, now looking at Sevika, who seemed petrified with shock. All she did was nod slowly, being thankful that she had a great memory and remembered her routine blood tests well.

The doctor gave you a friendly smile, noting how you looked scared and thoughtful, and Sevika looked indecipherable. It was the same reaction he received from the other patients, so he understood and didn't demand anything more.

“Congratulations, moms. I hope everything goes well on your journey.”

…

And that's how you ended up there, at half past midnight, four weeks later. Lying on your double bed in a star position, staring at the ceiling of the room and going through all the memories of these recent events.

You were very scared, it was undeniable. Suddenly you were pregnant, bearing what would soon be a child in your womb, your child.

It was strange to think about, but you didn't want to feel that way.

When you arrived home, after the entire journey in silence, you asked Sevika for a moment alone. You weren't upset at her, but she seemed scared that that was it. Soon you would assure her that everything was fine, but in a moment, you just wanted a little time.

Neither of you have ever mentioned children in your lives, at least never with each other. Every now and then, Jinx, one of Sevika's nieces, would make some funny jokes about wanting cousins ​​to look after. It always brought laughter and you never seriously thought about it. But now there you were, carrying what could be Jinx and Vi's future cousin.

You could, of course you could, but you felt so scared.

Your memories of your mother were vague, as she wasn't around much and needed to work more than anything else. The only mother figure you had as a great role model was your lovely grandmother. If you were to follow in her footsteps in raising the baby, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea.

But then there was Sevika. You knew she would respect your decision regardless of what you chose, but after all, what did she want? Was she happy? Does she think it's a good idea to continue the pregnancy? Was she ready to be a mother? Were you ready to be a mother?

With a shaky sigh, you decided to put these questions into practice.

As soon as you sat up and swung your feet out of bed, soft knocks on the other side of the door caught your attention. It was her.

“Come in, love.”

Sevika entered and stood at the door, like a child waiting for her parents. She stared at her feet and kicked nothing lightly, biting her inner cheek. You smiled at the sight.

“Come here. Please.” You asked, stretching your arms, inviting her for a hug.

You didn't even need to ask again, Sevika practically ran to you, throwing herself on the bed and diving into your arms, bringing you to lie down next to her.

You kept a good distance so you could look into each other's eyes, holding each other by the waist. You were silent for a few minutes, just thinking about what to say.

You were the first to break the silence.

“How you feeling?”

Sevika snorted an awkward laugh.

“You're the one who’s pregnant but you want me to tell you how I feel?”

“Yes.”

She sighed, swallowing and now staring at your collarbone, thoughtfully.

“I think I'm okay with it... We never thought about having a kid, but... I think it would be cool.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes…” Sevika looked into your eyes again, now using one hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “But what about you?”

“I’m so fucking scared.” You giggled nervously. “But… Now that you say it, it might actually be good. I mean, I don't have much idea how I would do as a mother and it's making me really nervous, but I think… I think I want to have this baby.”

You didn't miss how Sevika's eyes seemed to light up at your words, how the grip on your waist tightened a little. Oh, she really was excited about the idea. That is great. You were still very scared, but knowing that your wife would support you and seemed excited about it calmed you down a lot.

Sevika is your anchor, your everything. You would never be able to go through with this without her support.

“Then let’s have it.” She said, moving closer to leave a chaste kiss on your lips. “We will have and we will be the most badass mothers in the world.”

You laughed out loud this time, finding it amusing how she said it with the most determined expression ever.

Watching your happiness, Sevika also couldn't help but smile wide, showing off the adorable gap between her teeth. She pulled you into a tight, harmless hug. You gladly accepted, clinging to her with all your limbs, feeling her kiss your neck affectionately.

You guys would be fine. Pregnancy and raising a baby are very difficult things, you keep that in mind. The fear is still there. But you had each other, you had support and you could provide a good life for the child. 

Everything would be fine.