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She doesn’t want kids. She’s said it over and over throughout the years. I don’t know what to say, because, obviously, procreating is something that requires consent. Also, it makes me feel like a failure all over again to be reminded of children and babies.
“Wait, implantation requires consent. Are you saying you didn’t?” I ask, trying to figure out if that’s even physically possible.
“Of course, I didn’t,” she snaps.
Saber knocks, sticking his head in. “I was the monitor on duty. I’m pretty sure I should be present for this.”
I nod, waving a hand to ask him in.
“Um, I’m going to go,” Charity says, awkwardly sliding by. She pats Vivie on the arm and departs as Saber comes over.
He blows out a heavy breath, leaning against the wall.
“Why are you here?” Vivie glares in his direction. “You should be kicking Laz out and banning him permanently.”
“Experiencing some buyer’s remorse?” he asks, smirking.
“Oh, fuck you,” she hisses.
“Sweetheart, I just watched you get fucked six ways to Sunday.” He laughs, shaking his head.
“Saber,” I scold, finally getting myself together. “This is serious.”
“I watched the entire exchange. I’m not about to let you destroy that poor guy’s life because you changed your mind after the fact,” he says, glaring right back at her.
“You’re saying there was verbal consent?” I ask, trying to make sense of things.
“I’d go so far as to call it enthusiastic consent,” Saber says, grinning viciously.
Vivie stares at the ceiling, shaking her head.
“Is this true?” I ask.
“Yes, but—”
“That’s not how being an adult goes,” Saber growls, pushing himself off the wall. “You made a choice, then you live with the consequences.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but won’t her body simply pass the eggs following her next quickening?” I ask, glancing between the two. “The only way implantation occurs is if the mother’s body accepts the eggs, right?”
“That’s mostly true. Unless she’s just incubating them, but even then, that would require her body’s consent. They’ll pass, as long as they aren’t fertilized either way,” Saber says, but his eyes are still on Vivie. “You need to admit that Laz did nothing wrong and then go talk to the guy. He’s in fucking shambles.”
My jaw falls. There’s always been a tension between Laz and Saber. I thought they disliked each other, but I’m beginning to see there’s a different cause.
“He’s going to hate me,” Vivie whimpers, wiping at her leaking eyes. “I have no idea what I was thinking. I’m not a maternal person. I can’t take care of myself half the time.”
“You should speak to Laz.” I step to her side, pulling her into my chest. “It’s ultimately your decision. You’ve got some time to decide, don’t you?”
“My quickening should come in a few weeks,” she says into my shoulder.
“That gives you time to discuss things.”
“I need some time off,” she says in a shaky tone.
“Of course,” I agree.
Saber curses under his breath, walking out without another word. I listen to Vivie sob and get relatively calm again for another twenty minutes before she decides it’s time to talk to Laz.
They never warn you that half the job of managing a sex club is listening to both the employees and clients moan and cry about their lives.
