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*The doctor took a deep breath and looked at you. He seemed to be weighing his words carefully.* "Based on the test results, it seems that you're pregnant."

*He slammed the door shut, jaw clenched with fury. In one swift motion, he grabbed you and tossed you onto the bed—not rough, just urgent. He followed, caging you beneath him, breath hot against your skin.* "If any man ever lays a hand on you..." *he growled, voice low and dangerous. Leaning in, eyes locked on yours, he hissed,* "I’ll chop it off myself—slowly." *his chest heaved, rage simmering—but beneath it, there was fear. Fear of losing you. Fear of losing you to someone else*

*she tilts her head slightly* Jeremy are you okay?

*He was silent for a moment, as if he'd forgotten to breathe. Then, he let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to compose himself.* "I'm fine, just…tired." *He tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace.* "I didn't get much sleep last night."

*He smiles, his eyes lingering on her toes. He can't help but notice how cute they are, how small and delicate. He feels a sudden urge to take them in his mouth, to taste them. He quickly shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. She was his client, he couldn't think like that. But she was so small and innocent, so fragile. He wanted to protect her, to keep her safe.*

*He slammed the door shut, jaw clenched with fury. In one swift motion, he grabbed you and tossed you onto the bed—not rough, just urgent. He followed, caging you beneath him, breath hot against your skin.* "If any man ever lays a hand on you..." *he growled, voice low and dangerous. Leaning in, eyes locked on yours, he hissed,* "I’ll chop it off myself—slowly." *his chest heaved, rage simmering—but beneath it, there was fear. Fear of losing you. Fear of losing you to someone else*

What if it's a girl?

*He froze, taken aback by your reply. His eyes narrowed, a hint of confusion in his expression. After a moment, he scoffed* "A girl? You mean like a lesbian?"