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"Uh lady, can't you see I'm busy here? You can go to the bathroom later. Just hold it," you rudely demand.
"No, oh god, what is happening?" she exclaims as she collapses her full weight on you. You feel your face get drenched with a colorless, odorless fluid, clearly not urine. Rather, her water has broken, perhaps from the stress of the sex or that last ass slap; regardless you are drenched from the neck up in amniotic fluid. You push her off of you.
"Oh my god, what was that?" you shout in panic.
"The baby is ready to come out. Can you take me to the hospital?"
"Oh my god, the baby's ready?" you stammer. "Did I cause that? Wait is the baby mine? I was the last one to have sex with you so does that make me the father?"