"I thought you ran the ultrasound sensor thingy over her stomach," Vash grumbled.
"Not this early in pregnancy." Doc squeezed a dollop of gel on the tip of the ultrasound probe, then unrolled a long, cylindrical plastic cover over it. "The fetus is too small. We have to get closer."
"That just looks so rude," Vash muttered. "Do you really have to get that close?!?"
"Stop complaining," Meryl snapped. "You're not the one with their legs in the stirrups!"
"Most men feel threatened," chuckled Doc. " And rightly so. Time to check the prostate, Vash. Vash?.. It was a joke..."
