Take Off My Clothes

In the hospital's obstetrics and gynecology department.

"Doctor, are you sure everything is fine?" Alva asked excitedly for the second time.

"Yes, everything's fine. There's no sign of pregnancy," the doctor confirmed.

"That's great, thank you!"

"However, if you don't want to get pregnant in the future, you need to take proper precautions. Either use condoms or take birth control pills," the doctor advised.

Phoebe and Alva exchanged relieved glances and sighed in unison.

Thankfully, nothing happened.

If she were still a student and got pregnant, Phoebe wouldn't know how to handle it. She considered herself lucky. Alexander had never bothered with protection, always acting without precautions. And she was inexperienced in such matters, never thinking to take pills.

The thought of countless future nights being subjected to his whims made her heart ache. She doubted she could ever convince him to use protection. She'd have to take birth control pills herself.

After parting ways with Alva