Full disclosure that I originally wanted to do this long, angsty thing for this, but I’ve rewritten it like seven times and I’ve never been happy with it ever. So here’s this. Ten minute flash prompt, posting when the timer buzzes.
Two weeks ago she’d broken down crying in his arms, right when he’d been trying to fuck her into the wall and she’d protested because she had read somewhere that you couldn’t get pregnant standing up.
Three weeks ago he’d eaten a whole lemon before fucking her, because some old wive’s tale the Old Lady Who Lived In a Shoe passed on said it made men more fertile.
A month ago Emma had insisted they have sex under the full moon, surrounded by lit fertility candles, positioned with their heads facing north.
Today, she was just taking her temperature for what felt like the millionth time.
CS trying to get pregnant smut and doing everything and anything when it keeps failing :))
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