All Yours, Daddies
He was born for this, wasn’t he?
“I am so sorry for the delay, miss Wellspring.” The doctor, not more than five feet and 2 inches, with short black hair and thick lenses rushes in. She doesn’t properly take in the sight of us all until she closes the door and turns on her heel.
Flabbergasted, like she’s been visited by the ghost of exes past, she slowly moves to her seat.
Sarah shifts awkwardly in hers.
“Hi, doctor Cheryl,” she tries to push her nerves down with a bright smile as she inches forward.
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