𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐨𝐧𝐞.

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you're pregnant.

her words kept echoing in my head as i tried to wrap my mind around this. the first time she said it, i laughed in her face, 'cus like, what the fuck is she on? pregnant. who? not the fuck me.

the second time, i asked her to seriously take a look at me then think about the words that were coming out of her mouth. me. a biological male. dick and balls. not a sight of a vagina to be seen. i would know as i steer clear of 'em.

the third time she showed me the scans and assured me that they were mine. even then i made her run that shit six more fucking times just to make sure. but what really sold it to me was her showing three different ob's the labs without giving them any other information. each of them saying something along the lines of, "oh yeah that woman is definitely pregnant." one of them even suggesting i was two months. granted they all thought the scans were fake since there was no uterus. however i knew, that it wasn't fake.

the reason that did it for me was because the timeline of it could potentially line up. as if this shit even lines up with itself.

"so...how do we take it out?" i asked after maybe twenty minutes of just staring at the ceiling trying to figure this whole thing out

"in your case...well since there's never been a case like this, surgically would be the only option as we'd need to actually see what we can do. however..."

she sighed then thought to herself before opening her mouth.

"listen i know i'm not supposed to tell you what to do, or to suggest you should keep a baby. i'm pro-choice regardless of the job. but this...this is a medical marvel. this is quite literally a miracle. this...this right here is going to make me go to a church on sunday and ask a God i've talked shit about and didn't believe in all my life for forgiveness. you'll go down in history. this thing is bigger than just you, it'll open new doors—"

"it'll make me an experiment" i said cutting her off

"i can see why you see it that way, but just—"

"set up an appointment to take whatever it is out. i'm not finna entertain this like it's normal. take it out, that's all!"

"why don't you take a month to think it over. by second trimester you'll fully have a—"

"this ain't up for discussion and is mad unprofessional of you. take the shit out, i'm not gonna say it again. and if word gets out about this imma sue the fuck outta you for violating hipaa"

with that i stood up and headed towards the door. i can't think about this shit right now. not when i got a 12-hour shift to finish.

"nigga you ain't suing nobody, i wish you would" she said before laughing a little