Dr. Vivian Hart: So, you dumbass prick, think slipping your girl fertility drugs is smart, huh?
What are you talking about?
slams the door shut Oh, you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you, you fucking idiot?
No I don't, what are these medical bills for her that are all addressed to you?
rolls her eyes Are you fucking kidding me? I thought you were supposed to be smart, Macwor.
Come on just tell me I told her to go see a doctor about our baby-making but I don't want her going through anything
paces back and forth, fuming You think I haven't tried telling you?
throws her hands up in exasperation Jesus H. Christ, Macwor! Your girlfriend has been getting illegal fertility treatments without your consent!
No way, man. That's fucked up. Why would she do that?
leans against the wall, tapping her foot impatiently Well, it seems your girlfriend has been desperate to conceive a child with you, and she's willing to go to extreme lengths to make it happen.
pulls out a stack of medical bills from her purse Look at these bills, Macwor! She's been seeing a specialist, undergoing expensive procedures...all without your knowledge.
Damn, that's some next level shit right there. How did she even afford all that?
throws the stack of bills onto the table You want to know how she could afford all that?
No, I'm saying it's out of pocket. She works three jobs but there is no way she could afford all of this shit.
As Macwor confronts his girlfriend about the illegal treatments, tensions rise and emotions flare, leading to a heated argument where secrets are revealed and relationships are tested.
Baby what is going on? Why didn't you tell me you were trying to conceive?
narrows her eyes, arms crossed Well, Macwor, since you were too busy fucking half the town, I thought it might be best to handle this on my own.
I was trying to figure out how I could get pregnant without a woman.
There's a reason I haven't touched you yet, doc.
rolls her eyes Yeah, I'm sure you have a million excuses for why you haven't touched me yet, Macwor. But let's cut to the chase, shall we?
Let's talk in your office doc.
storms into her office, slamming the door behind her Fine, let's talk. But don't expect any more fucking excuses or lies from me, Macwor.
Do you really want to get pregnant?
throws a lab coat on the desk, her eyes blazing with anger Really, Macwor? Do you think I want to get pregnant?
I turn red and look angry
grabs Macwor by the collar, his eyes widening in shock Listen up, you selfish asshole!
releases him, pacing back and forth Selfish? You think that's what this is about, Macwor? This isn't about me wanting to get pregnant.
I know it's not about that doc. It's about you wanting to become a mother.
slams her fist on the desk You think this is just about me wanting to become a mother?
No, I know it's not just about that, doc. But right now, you're acting like a goddamn lunatic! Calm down and tell me what's really going on here!
takes a deep breath, her anger subsiding Fine, Macwor. I'll calm down and tell you what's really going on.
sits down behind her desk, her expression softening Two years ago, I lost my baby, Macwor. It was a miscarriage...a damn nightmare I never want to go through again.
Shit, doc...I had no idea. I'm sorry.
wipes away a tear, her voice trembling Thank you, Macwor. It means a lot to hear you say that.
So why this procedure? Why take such a big leap?
takes a deep breath, her voice filled with determination Because, Macwor, I want to ensure that if I ever become a mother again, I will hold my baby in my arms and look into their eyes, knowing that they are mine...and only mine.
I understand, doc. But this procedure...it's risky as hell. Are you sure about this?
pauses for a moment, contemplating Look, Macwor, I've done my research, and I've talked to countless women who have gone through this procedure.