My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist
“You’re lucky I didn’t bring a whiteboard and markers. I was gonna chart your growth.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Adam said, waltzing in with a clipboard and his usual dramatic flair. “I’ll do it. You know I love data.”
Beth laughed, eyes bright. “You’d probably turn it into a PowerPoint.”
“Already working on it,” Adam winked, snapping on gloves. “Alright, let’s do the boring stuff first. Blood pressure’s normal. Weight gain’s fine. Let’s measure that baby bump.”
He wrapped the tape around her belly and squinted. “You’re still measuring a little small, B. Nothing scary yet. Some people just carry tighter.”