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“Do you?” I whisper into her ear. “Because that would be a real shame.” I run a fingertip up the outside of her bare thigh, beneath the hospital gown, and let it linger on her soft inner thigh.
“I—” she starts, but then the door behind us opens. I press a quick kiss to her cheek as she drapes the thin blanket over her lap. I slowly back up, hands in pockets, trying to discreetly adjust my half-mast dick.
“Good afternoon,” the technician says, wheeling in the machine for yet another ultrasound.
“Good afternoon,” I repeat.
Megan just smiles, clearly flustered. That’s the way I like her. Ever since that night in Vegas, something has shifted. We can’t keep our hands off each other, and I can’t say I’m disappointed.
Honestly, she’s been spending more nights at my place than hers. When I bring it up, she shrugs and says it’s because I have air conditioning. I think it’s just an excuse, but I won’t call her out on it. The truth is, I like having her in my bed. The past few days, I’ve been thinking I wouldn’t mind if she kept some things in my wardrobe. Or that maybe I wouldn’t mind picking out an entirely different closet for us to share. Maybe in a family-friendly part of town where the houses have yards big enough for a tire swing and a patio.
Honestly, it doesn’t matter where we are though. I just like having her around. I like when she arrives in the early evening or sometimes just as the sun is going down because she had to get a last-minute order packed and ready to go. I like the way she snuggles on the sofa with me, tucking her little feet beneath my legs, and then makes a fuss about how much her legs hurt. I like the little sounds she makes when I rub her feet, and I love the noises she makes when I rub up her legs and keep going.
The sex is incredible. And it’s not just because she lets me take charge. It’s because when I tie her wrists or blindfold her, she trusts me to give her what she needs. I always do. I mean, last night I had her on her knees, taking me down her throat, and when I told her to finger herself, she did. As I came down her throat, she came on her fingers. The vibrations from her moans were enough to send me over a second time.
“What do you think, daddy?”
The question comes out of nowhere and I realize it’s the ultrasound tech, asking me something I was paying no attention to. My dick is hard. I readjust the way I’m sitting, grateful that the tech is distracted with something technical.
“Sorry, what was that?”
Megan smirks as if she knows exactly what I was thinking about.
“The sex?”
I feel my eyes widen. Did I say something out loud?
“Do you want to know?”
“Gender reveal,” Megan says. “I realized we never actually talked about it.”
“Oh, right,” I say. “I didn’t realize… I thought this was a follow-up. For the genetic counseling?”
“It is,” the tech says. “But your little bean is feeling very showy today. Would you like to know?”
“Right now?” Megan asks. The excitement in her voice makes it pretty damn clear where she stands on the subject.
“Well, I can’t actually tell you. I can only take the image and make a note. When your doctor comes in to review everything with you, she can tell you. If you want.”
“Yeah, def—”
“Can we think about it?” I interrupt.
Megan’s smile falls.
“I’ll tell you what,” the tech says, sensing the tension. “I’ll make a note of it for the doctor, and when she arrives, you can tell her what your decision is.”
“Okay,” Megan says.
The tech returns to whatever measurements she’s taking, but honestly I zone it all out.
Deanna and I only found out the sex once. And it nearly destroyed us. When she miscarried the first time, I asked. The doctor told us our little girl likely felt no pain, but it didn’t help. We went through all the grieving steps. We named her, had a little ceremony for her, just the two of us. But to this day, anytime I meet someone named Sarah, it takes me a full minute to get my shit together.
We never asked the sex again.
“Are you okay?” Megan asks once the tech has packed up. She’s wiping down her stomach, trying to clean up the jelly.
“Yeah,” I say, scrubbing my hand down my face. “I just wasn’t expecting to find out so soon.”
