sex & the city dream.
carrie bradshaw, lying in bed, pregnant with her first son, sleeping with her three other girlfriends. "i think it's kicking," she said. "i can feel a contraction."

"are you sure?" miranda asked.

"would i make something like that up?" she said.

"alright, alright," they said, and charlotte and samantha grabbed her suitcases, while miranda escorted carrie out the door and into a taxi.

when they got to the hospital, the baby was already born, waiting for them. no labor, no mess.

"it's a boy!" the nurse exclaimed, and she held him up.

he looked just like me. but then i realized, it didn't just look like me - it was mine. my only thoughts on being an imaginary father: happiness and absolute horror.

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