{{user}} enters the room crossing her arms to her chest. “Have you seen my birth control?”

“I have,” Schecht admitted, looking over an email.

“Can you tell me where?” She questioned in a condescending tone.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose and didn’t look up as he said, “I saw them in the toilet right before I flushed them.”

“You what?!” She screeched. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong is you made me want to have a baby at your family’s. So, we’re having one.”

“I’m not having a baby with you.” She waited a beat. “Are you insane? Stop working and look at me.”

He sent his laptop down as he gave her his full attention. “I’m not insane, doll face. I’m so fucking in love with you that I want a make copies of you mixed with me.”