Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“I love you, babe. See you in a bit.”
The doors closed and she was ready.
* * * *
Six Months Later
Jared John Ferguson loved being a husband. Her husband. The first months of their marriage had been the fulfillment of his promise—to take care of her. From the moment he’d learned she was all right, he’d thought of nothing but her comfort. He’d put aside those things he’d thought he’d wanted—the career, the fame, the trappings of a successful life—and in those first few days, helping his wife to the bathroom had been the focus of his world. Making sure she got her medications, that she had what she needed.
He'd done the things he’d promised he would do if she ever got pregnant. It had been foolish to think that would be the only time to do it, when he was waiting on his family. She was already here.
He’d carried her over the threshold of their home because she’d been too weak to carry herself, but she’d gotten stronger. Every day she found she could do more. The surgery had been harder on her because they’d had to open her up. But they’d gotten everything they needed to, and they’d gotten to it in time. No chemotherapy for his love.
His wife would be just fine.
She’d proven to be a great partner. While she’d been recovering, she’d taken to helping him put together the documentary. She’d done her interview when she’d felt well enough and had been his sounding board. Next month they would get to take a trip. To Utah where he would show the documentary at Sundance.
“Are you ready?” Kai asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. “You sure you can make this work? You need some porn or something?”
Those words reminded him he was in the fertility clinic about to do something that would change all their lives.
His brother would never stop teasing him about this. Of course it was sort of real. He’d never thought he would be partially conceiving his son or daughter in a doctor’s office. “You should know I’ve always been able to masturbate.”
Kai shuddered. “Yeah, you should have remembered to lock your door more often. I hope this kid is a boy so you have to deal with yourself as a teen.”
“Are you really okay with this?” They’d been doing that manly brotherly thing the last couple of weeks since they’d decided to give IVF and surrogacy a try. But this was Kai’s wife who was offering to carry his brother’s child. It was weird.
And so beautiful it made his heart clench to think about what Kori was offering them.
Kai put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve never been prouder of my wife than I was when she told me she wanted to do this. And I’m pretty fucking proud of her all the time. I want this for you, brother. Go and get me and Kori a dumbass nephew or super sweet niece to spoil.”
He stood up, the waiting room around him nicely furnished but absolutely not how he’d thought he would be doing this kind of thing.
Was he actually going to be able to do this?
“Mr. Ferguson, the room is ready for you,” the nurse said, holding open the door to the waiting room.
He stared at her for a moment. It was surreal. He was going to walk into some room where a whole bunch of guys had masturbated into a cup and do his business and then the nurse was going to take it and he might be a father in less than a year.
It would be so much easier if Sarah had come with him, but she’d had some stuff to finish up with. Or that was the excuse she’d given so Kai had driven him.
Why had he had his brother drive him?
“Jared, it’s okay,” Kai said. “I want you to go in there and pretend it’s just another night at Sanctum and you’re doing a medical scene. Do you want to talk about this?”
He practically ran for the nurse because he was not talking about this with his brother. Nope. He strode down the hallway, was given his little cup to make his deposit in, and then he was standing in front of the door.
“If you need anything, let me know,” the nurse said with a wink.
He watched her walk away and then pulled his cell phone out. Only one thing would work. He couldn’t do this without her. He needed his wife.
Text me a picture of your breasts.
Short. Simple. A command that she wouldn’t refuse. His wife was a bit of an exhibitionist, after all. They’d been back at Sanctum long before she’d been cleared for play. They’d simply held each other and watched the scenes and been a part of the fun.
A familiar sound hit his ears. The angelic chiming Sarah used for his texts.