You hate that phrase. Every time your wife says it with a sadistic laugh you feel a cold chill grip your heart and you protest weakly… feebly… like the pathetic little beta you are. Your wife was befriended by the head doctor of a private clinic during a yoga class. The woman told your wife of the special in house abortions provided at her clinic. “Late terms,” they call them. Ever since then your wife has refused to call your baby anything but “mommies little late termer.” And with the due date now less than a week away, you know time is running out for mommies little late termer.