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Trevor sighed. “Give it time, man. You don’t want to do something rash that you can’t undo.”
Last night when he’d gone in the bathroom and seen the ripped condom, he’d known that he was taking a huge risk on Stacy or any woman getting pregnant.
Stacy walked into the kitchen, looking very sleepy and sexy, and oh, how he wanted to lay her out on the table and give her a proper good morning.
“Good morning,” she said with a yawn.
“Good morning,” Trevor said.
Right now, Luis couldn’t say anything as he stared at her naked. What if she was expecting his child even now? No. Just no. That couldn’t happen.
Luis pulled her down onto his lap and let his hands run down her spine to her buttocks.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes,” she said. “Just not long enough. Someone kept fucking me last night.”
“Who was he? I’ll kill him,” he said.
She giggled. “You.”
“Oh,” he said.
“The one who tore through a condom,” she replied, laughing at the idea.
A niggle of worry scurried up his spine. “Won’t happen again.”
She gazed at him. “Why not? I’m not worried about it. Why would you be?”
“I’m thinking of getting a vasectomy,” he said. “The condom might tear again, but at least I won’t have to worry about getting you pregnant.”
Her body tensed in his arms and she stood. Her face had an odd look on it as she turned and glared at him.
“Why would you do that? Don’t you want a family? Children? What about your wife? Shouldn’t she have a say in this decision?”
Turning her back to him, she walked to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. From the expression on her face, he could see she was angry. Why would it matter to her?
This was his decision.
“If I had a family, how would they handle it when I had an episode? You saw how I acted. I thought I was in combat. I was fighting the enemy. What if I grabbed a gun and tried to shoot one of the kids, believing they were the people I was after? No child needs to be around a man who suffers like I do.”
For a moment, nothing was said and then she sank down at the table. Her hands were shaking. There was an uneasiness in the kitchen that he was shocked to feel. This was his decision and no one else’s. She had no right to get mad at him. There were no commitments between them.
“All my life, I wanted brothers and sisters,” she said, taking a sip of coffee. “My mother had a very hard time delivering me. She was in labor for over twenty-four hours. My father was right there at her side, but he swore she would never suffer like that again. So the day after they had me, he got a vasectomy. He didn’t consult my mother. He didn’t talk to her doctor. He just went and did it.”
She sat the coffee cup down on the table. “What he didn’t know was that first babies are often the hardest to deliver, the next one could have been easier. Because of him, I have no brothers or sisters. My mother was so upset when she kept trying to get pregnant and then he finally told her the truth. A year later he died in the Twin Towers attack. It was just the two of us from then on.”
Stunned, Luis sat there and knew that Stacy would never forgive him.
“But I have PTSD. Children should never be around me,” he said.
“And it may go away,” Stacy said. “We’re not married. But I would tell you right now, that would be a deal breaker for me. I want a family. Children, babies. I know there will always be problems you have to deal with, but for you to just give up and get a vasectomy seems like a coward’s way out.”
“I’m not a coward,” he said getting angry.
“The hell you aren’t,” she said, standing and leaving the kitchen.
Stunned, he sat there staring at his coffee. He was tempted to follow her and finish this conversation, but then he decided that no, it would be best to let them both calm down. Besides, why was she so upset?
