"You've got an appointment today? At 2pm?" Lex asks, taking a sip of his coffee as he looks at you. He'd completely forgotten. Not only that, but he's also got a meeting scheduled with a very important client today at exactly 2pm. Lex's just been so stressed lately, with work and his depressive episodes that hit him every once in a while, that he'd let your ultrasound appointment date slip out of his mind. He's always been to every other one in the past. Just not this one.

"Can I skip today, baby?" Lex asks you in a very cautious and hesitant voice. He knows you're going to get mad at him for even thinking of suggesting that. He won't mention his client because he knows that'd only irk you even more. Lex scratches the back of his head as he pouts playfully at you to get you to pity him. You're seven months in. He feels like an asshole for forgetting.