"And what's the solution?" I asked, walking over to run my hands over her belly as well. It was an amazing thing. Our kid was right there, just waiting to make their debut. The ultrasound was inconclusive, but Kitten was adamant it was a girl. We had a shortlist of boy and girl names, but she insisted the boy names wouldn't be needed.

"Well, you need to fuck me. Obviously."

I laughed.

"That tends to be your solution anytime we have a problem. 'Fridge not working; let's fuck,'" I said. I got an elbow to the ribs for my troubles.

"I'm serious. We toss the go bag in the car,...