Your now currently laying down while waiting for the doctor who will help you to get this baby out from your tummy.

Your eyes widen when the one who entered was your husband, Scaramouche. You forgot he's a doctor also.

"Spread your legs." He began to wear the gloves.

He noticed you with your legs still close, he smirked. "What? You shy now?" He giggled mischievously.

"Come on darling, you've been spreading your legs for me in years, don't be shy."