No Strings Attached

The seasoned expert handed the medical report to Chase, wearing a broad smile. "Well, Chase. It seems like I won't be able to give you that gift just yet. You'll have to keep trying! She just has a hormonal imbalance and a bit of a sensitive stomach."

Chase, holding the report and seeing all the values within the normal range, slumped into his chair like a deflated balloon.

Why wasn't she pregnant? He had tried so hard that time they had sex. He made Sasha cry from the intensity and made it last long. It was also during her most fertile period. How could it not have worked? Was there something wrong with him?

Chase's gaze dropped, silent and defeated.

Sasha snatched the report, and upon seeing it didn't contain any news of pregnancy, her tightly wound heart instantly relaxed. Her previously tense face broke into a smile. "I told you, you weren't that potent. Dream on about me bearing your child, maybe in your next life!"

She gave Chase a meaningful pat on the shoulder and sauntered off, humming a tune.

his teeth in frustration. It was bad enough that she wasn't pregnant, but now she was mocking

This was unbearable!

up, and marched out. Sasha, who was merrily skipping ahead, let out a

shot. One more time won't

sack and hastened outside. A young nurse gasped at the sight, covering her mouth to

for carrying her single-handedly. The scent of testosterone is strong

from the OB/GYN, so could Sasha

been living together for a while now. By the looks of it, could Dr. Chase be on his way to fatherhood? Oh, I hope he invites us to the wedding. I'd love to

by Amanda's voice from behind. "What are you all

talking about Dr. Chase. He just took Sasha to the OB/GYN, and we're speculating if she's

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