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“I wanted that, husband,” she says looking up at me pouting a little. I use my thumb to wipe her saliva off of her face.
“I want that pussy on my fucking face.” She grins and hops up quickly.
“We don’t always get what we want, do we?” She asks, shrugging. Then she strips quickly, and I do the same. There is a fury of clothes flying. She lays on the bed and spreads her thighs for me. Her pretty pink pussy is glistening for me. I lean down and lick her from her clit to her ass. Her hips grind against me and she comes loudly. I move up her body to kiss her.
“I love you,’ I say as I slide into her.
“I love you, too.”
I spend the rest of the night making love to her as I make up for lost time. Waking up beside her in the morning is everything I have ever wanted when I married her.
A couple of days later my brother’s Troy and Tori kidnap me for a night of debauchery, which I am not interested in at all. I haven’t been spending a lot of time with them outside of work. My work is very different from theirs. They go out on assignments, while I stay in the office assisting from here. In fact, Danhy has been gone for a while now and no one knows where is exactly. He’s off the grid right now. I find that extremely dangerous and downright out of character for him, but it is what it is.
When we pull up outside a strip club in St. Paul, I shut this shit down immediately.
“Let’s go to a bar instead,” I say.
“What do you mean?” Troy asks.
“I am not going in there,” I say pointing at the Pink Gentleman gentleman’s club. It is not only that strip clubs are not for me as I am already married but seeing another woman naked is the highest form of disrespect and I refuse to do that.
“We aren’t going in there, douche,” Troy says laughing.
“So where are going?” I ask hesitantly.
“There is an indoor paintball field right there. Afterwards there is a cigar lounge down the block. Everyone else is inside.”
“Everyone?” I asking, quirking my eyebrow.
“All the guys,” he says, clapping me on the back.
We walk in the building and my brothers, minus Danhy, nephews, and my nieces’ husbands are all there wearing camo and holding paintball guns. I grin. This is what I’m talking about.
Chapter Eight
Missy
I hate this. I hate that we have to be here in the doctor’s office talking about my inability to give my husband the one thing a woman is supposed to be able to do.
“So, Mr. and Mrs. Jorgensen, I understand you want to try IUI. Is that correct?” Hagen grabs my hand and squeezes it giving me the encouragement to answer her.
“That is correct. We have been having sex every day for the past four and a half months and nothing. I got diagnosed with PCOS a month ago and well, I just want to have a baby with my husband. Is that too much to ask?” Talking about it is proving too much for me. I can’t stop the tears of shame and failure. Can I even be called a woman?
“Mrs. Jorgensen, I see women come through here dealing with all sorts of issues. None of them are any less a woman and neither are you. Sometimes the body needs a little boost and that is what we are going to give it. Have you read up on IUI?” Hagen and I both read the pamphlets, but I still want her to explain it.
“Yes. But if you wouldn’t mind going over it one more time, I would be grateful.”
“Absolutely. Intrauterine Insemination. You will receive an amount of follicle inducing hormone medicine daily. It is to aide you in producing more than one mature egg follicle. Then you will come in and I will do an ultrasound to check the maturity. Once we have determined the eggs are ready your husband will have given us a sample of his sperm, which we will treat with a little something extra to give it more motility and strength to break through the egg. We then insert the sperm directly into your cervix, giving the sperm less distance to swim. In a couple of weeks, you come back in for a pregnancy test. That’s it.”
That’s it? The whole time she is talking, I am thinking how the sexiness we once had has been taken out of the baby making. Also wondering how quickly he is going to get tired of shooting me up every day. What if my body doesn’t make any eggs? There is so much uncertainty and she says that is it. The fuck?
“If you want to proceed, I will send you home with a script for your shots. Take it to the pharmacy. Based on information you shared, you should already be ovulating so now is the perfect time. I will see you back here in two weeks.”
