Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira
"I feel like this a conspiracy," Bobby looked at me with accusing eyes as we waited outside Dr Otto's office as he prepared prenatal medication for him.
I raised my eyebrows and grinned, "What are you on about now?"
His brown eyes were filled with distrust, "How come I suddenly fall pregnant at such a convenient time when days before you wanted a baby?"
"Bobby, you said we'd try for baby number two in a few months," as if the man could baffle me more than he already had.
"But how did this happen?"
"We had sex," it seemed I had to teach him everything, "You see, when two people have intercourse there's a thing called an egg. Then there's this little swimmer, mine is olympic, that's called a sperm. The sperm and egg meet and if your deep stroke game is just perfect a baby is made. Sometimes if you're lucky you can get an orgasm but not everyone is as fortunate as us."
