Literature
On Time - Pregnancy TG
John’s nose itched; he sniffled a few times, trying to hold it in, and then gave in. The air passed through his nose in a massive sneeze, and he rubbed a finger beneath it. Snot; he should have expected it, really.
Making a face, he ran it under the sink, first shivering at the cold, and then grimacing at the heat. It took him a few minutes of adjusting the nozzles to reach something decent, before grabbing the soap. The bubble stickled a little, but the mucus fell from his fingers with relative ease. He shook his fingers a few times to make absolutely sure it was gone, and then gave a sigh of relief.
He hated it when things went wro
