Billie wasn’t too thrilled about the idea of having sex with someone who had to wear a diaper. But she couldn’t think of a word to replace “sex” with. After a moment, she thought of one.
The second she replaced “sex” to “children”, the flat belly she’d given herself bulged out enormously. Lyle smiled fondly at her extended stomach.
“To think, you’re due any day,” he said sweetly. He chuckled. “We’re going to have a lot of dirty diapers on our hands, but luckily, we know how to handle those.” Billie swallowed nervously. She just made herself pregnant!
She quickly grabbed her phone. Before she could generate a new sentence, however, a bolt of pain rippled through her body. She screamed, letting go of her phone to clutch her stomach. Liquid spilled from between her legs onto the ground.
“You’re in labor!” Lyle gasped. Billie glared at him.
“Obviously,” she snarled. “Take me to the hospital!” Lyle nodded. He led Billie down the courthouse steps and to a car. Billie had to waddle, due to her enormous belly. She choked back a sob. After all that work to give herself a perfect body, she’d ruined it by making herself pregnant.
The labor pains were so severe that she couldn’t think about her phone until they’d arrived at the hospital and she’d been given an epidural. With the pain subsiding, she looked around curiously. Her eyes landed on four cribs set up near her bed.
“To think, quadruplets, right out the gate!” Lyle said happily, holding her hand. “With just this one pregnancy, babe, we’re already halfway to the number of children I want to have!” Billie grimaced. Four kids at once? No, she didn’t want to deal with this.
“Lyle, my phone, please?” she asked. There was a pause. Billie swallowed, praying that he had picked it up when she dropped it.