Nathan hated Thursdays. Thursdays were the day he was forced to go to the Medical Centre to be poke and prodded at so they could be sure that he was going to be able to successfully impregnate his wife. It was almost too much of an affront to his manly pride, honestly. He was doing a perfectly good job at getting Ruby with child, he didn't need some doctor poking at him with his cold and clammy gloved hands to be able to ascertain that! So it was with a frown on his face that he entered the Centre and walked up to the front desk. "Hello, Nathan Coventon here," he said to the pretty redhead sitting with a book in her hands. He couldn't quite see the cover before she put it down, but it looked vaguely like a couple in a passionate embrace.