6:45 am, Monday morning:
Reprising his role as doctor-husband, and in most un-sexy fashion, C grabs hold of Sarah's belly fat. (There is really no delicate way to say that.)
6:46 am, Monday morning:
Without even so much as a warning, C jams a giant syringe full of Chinese hamster ovary right into it. Sarah, determined to cry dramatically and on cue (so that C will
dog take pity on her), realizes it doesn't actually hurt that much and
can't quite muster the focus necessary for such theatrics.
6:47 am, Monday morning:
Wait, we're supposed to have sex now?