The nurse asked, “You don’t appear to be sick. What are you here for?”
“Birth control.”
“Payment method?”
Immediately, I pointed. “Him.”
Rune snickered, though he turned his attention to the nurse. “What forms of birth control are there now?”
“If you’re not asking for condoms, it’s a shot. One shot to the buttocks will last six months. Though, we also have shots that will last up to one year, two years, or five years. But those are much more expensive.”
“Nothing longer than that?” His forehead crinkled.
“There’s the option of permanent sterilization.” She glanced down at his lower section, then back up. “The recovery is faster for a man than a woman too.”
He scooted on his chair, his eyes widening. “No.”
“No?” she asked sweetly. Too innocently. “No to everything?”
“No to have my balls messed with.” A fast finger pointed in my direction. “She’ll take the five-year shot.”
The nurse looked at me for approval, her lips twitching.
The nurses at this clinic were always amazing. The reason why I came here.
I nodded, keeping a straight face. “I’ll take the five-year shot, so his balls aren’t injured.”
Rune huffed. “Damn straight.”
Not that his testicles wouldn’t instantly heal. But, damn, he didn’t want them hurt. Forget a dick measuring contest. He had entered the big balls category.
Rune cleared his throat, sitting straighter. “When will this take effect?”
“Twenty-four hours after it’s injected.”
His chest heaved. I hadn’t even known he was holding his breath.
Rune sat back in his chair, a little, playful smile on his lips.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to her. “Remember, he’s paying.”
