One Dollar For Your Empire
Language: en
The doctor’s words hung in the sterile, fluorescent-lit air, paralyzing me. My tubes had been tied for three years. I was physically incapable of getting pregnant. The doctor had just gently suggested that if we were so terrified of an accidental pregnancy, either the woman should undergo a procedure, or the man should get a vasectomy. He mentioned that the new experimental male contraceptive pill Wes had been taking was notorious for its brutal side effects. Breaking out in full-body hives was the least of it. The doctor lowered his glasses, his voice laced with professional concern. He…