““So, based on that, we’d say you’re seven weeks one day along.” I mentally pull up my calendar app in my head. “I’ve kept accurate records. I should be just shy of seven weeks.” “Our measurements might be off, but it’s also likely that you ovulated earlier than you thought you did.” I look at Chase. “The patrol car.” “Seriously?” He lowers his voice though the room is small enough the tech can probably hear him anyway. “Neighborhood Hot Cop knocked you up?” I giggle again at the name of the game we’d played that night. “Yep. Neighborhood Hot Cop knocked me up.””
