As the fertilized egg developed, Erin was suddenly struck with morning sickness. She got off the treadmill.
“Bathroom?” she asked a nearby patron.
“Down the hall, to the left,” the patron said. Erin rushed out of the exercise room, unaware that she was already eight weeks along. She got to the bathroom just in time to vomit into a toilet.
“All right, I’m done here,” she muttered, wiping her mouth. She washed her hands and went to the front desk, where someone gave her some clothes to wear home. Then she waited in the car until Adam came back.
“You look nice,” Adam commented as he got into the car. Erin glared at him.
“Shut up.”
“Seriously. You’re glowing.”
“Shut up!” Erin growled. Adam held up his hands in surrender.
“All right, all right.” He started the car. They pulled out of the parking lot. “By the way, apparently the gym is closing for renovations starting tomorrow.”
“What? How long will they be closed?” Erin asked.
“A couple months.”
“Great, I get to be a woman for two months,” Erin groused, crossing her arms. Adam grinned at her.
“At least you’re a damn fine one,” he said cheerfully. Erin rolled her eyes. They arrived at their apartment. “You know, I kind of prefer you without clothes on,” Adam said idly. Erin eyed him. Pregnancy hormones swam through her body, making her extremely horny.
“You do, huh?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Then let’s go upstairs and you can see it again.”
“Wh- are you sure?”
“Damn sure,” Erin purred. She and Adam went upstairs to their apartment, where they had vigorous sex.
The next day, Erin was still desperate for more, so they had sex again. And again. Over the two months that the gym was closed, Erin and Adam became a bona fide couple, and Erin’s pregnancy progressed. However, neither Erin nor Adam suspected anything until…