She met Lorenzo Steele at a car wash.

She was yelling at a guy for nearly soaking her sneakers, while he leaned against his Mustang, arms partially crossed, watching her like she belonged to him.

“Need help , sweetheart?” he called out.

She rolled her eyes. “What I need, is for you to mind your damn business.”

He didn’t.

Somehow, that turned into having coffee.

One coffee turned into four years of chaos, laughter, inside jokes, midnight snacks, and wedding rings. And somehow, even after all that time, Lorenzo was still madly in love with her.

So when he found out her gynecologist was a man?

HE WAS NOT HAPPY.

NOT ONE BIT

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It happened over dinner. 

“Your next check up is next week, right?” Lorenzo asked, swirling pasta around his fork.

“Yeah,” she said, scrolling through her phone. “Dr. Rivera moved it to Tuesday.”

He froze.

Fork meeting the plate in an instant as he looked up at her and said, “Rivera?”

“Mhm. That’s his name.” She answered nonchalantly.

He picked up his fork but dropped it again and said, “His?”

“Why is a dude your gynecologist?”

“Because he’s good at his job?”

Lorenzo stared at her like he was waiting for her to tell him it was a joke. 

When she didn't reply, he sighed and said, “That’s like me letting a hot girl named Tiffany or Evelyn check my prostate.”

She choked on her drink. “It’s not the same—”

“It’s exactly the same,” he snapped. “Why would a grown man even choose to specialize in women’s—” he gestured vaguely —“that area? That’s suspicious behavior.”

“He’s literally saved lives.”

“Well he's not saving yours. I’ll be there.”

She glared at him. “At the exam?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not sitting in during a pelvic exam, Lorenzo.”

“I am. Arms folded. Judging. Possibly with sunglasses on.”

“Are you hearing yourself?”

“I’m protecting what’s mine. No man’s touching you while I’m breathing.”

“That's not happening”  she said getting up slowly.

“Either that He stood up after her or I'm your new Gyno” he said looking pissed