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Request - "can you please do one where the reader is 9 months pregnant and past her due date and she's cobly's baby mamma and she call cobly up to have sex with her please"
"So." You let out a sigh, "Is there anything I can do to make her want to come out, I feel like I'm losing the ability to house her any longer."
The doctor chuckles, "There's a few things you can do, y/n, but the one that I find that works best for most of my patients, is sex."
You don't mean to, but you laugh. You lay your hand over your mouth, "Sorry, that- I don't know why I'm laughing."
She shakes her head, "I get that reaction a lot." She laughs, "You look good. Baby girl looks good. She can come at any time, if you want to wait. That's fine, but if you don't.." she shrugs, giving you a smirk, "I would do it, and I would do it now."
You close your eyes as you laugh, pinching the bridge of your nose, "Right, okay. I will.. figure something out."
You look up and she nods, "If you have any other questions, you have the number to call. I'm on call tonight, so if it works, I'll see you later."
She stands up and you watch as she walks over to the door, "Thank you, doctor."
"Of course. I know being this far in your pregnancy in nothing but an uncomfortable wait." She gives you a small smile, "But, she'll be here before you know it."
You nod, moving down off of the table. You make your way out to check out, wanting nothing more than to be at home, on the couch.
As you make your way to your car, what your doctor says, rings through your head.
Sex. Do it, do it now.
You laugh to yourself, shaking your head as you pull your keys from your pocket. You slowly get in, letting out a sigh as you sit there for a second.
You glance down, biting your lip as you bring your phone up. You slowly search Colby's name, and press the phone icon.
It rings, and rings, and just as you're about to hang up, he answers, "Hey, hey, sorry. Sam and I are in the middle of a meeting, are you okay? Are you in labor?"
"No. No labor." You groan, "She's snuggled up in there and doesn't want to come out. She said we're both good."
"She loves her mommy." He chuckles, "But that's good that you're both good. Did you ask about whether or not there is anything you can do, to like, induce labor?"
