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Stephen groaned as Tony helped him ease down onto the couch. He squirmed for a minute, hands cradling his swollen belly, and finally swung his feet up to lay them across Tony’s lap. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“In my defense,” Tony said, picking up one of Stephen’s feet and starting a massage, “I didn’t know that magic could get you pregnant.”
“I don’t care. We know now, and I’m not doing this again.”
“Condoms–”
“Vasectomy,” Stephen insisted. Condoms were a perfectly good contraceptive, but…
Tony caught his eye and quirked an eyebrow. Stephen couldn’t help but blush.
“Vasectomy it is,” Tony murmured.