My frustration turned to a smug inner smile as I thought of something I did need. “On second thought...yes.” I replied.
He looked ready to be put to task and perform his fatherly duties and requirements. “What, Hunny?”
I lowered my voice. “I want to fuck you in that bathroom over there.”
Without taking my eyesight from the magazine, I pointed to the door with a picture of a little man and woman on it. I had spotted the toilet the moment I walked in—my toilet radar currently being on high alert.
“Alexis, we’ve spoken about this. I’m not making love to you until the doctor has performed the ultrasound and given us the all clear.” He clenched his fist and released it as it sat upon my shoulder.
“Bryce.” I kept my voice calm but sarcastically sweet. “I know we’ve spoken about this, and again I will tell you it’s perfectly safe to make love to me.” I didn’t look at him as I spoke and kept scanning the magazine I had rested on my lap. “Don’t get me wrong, I love your tongue and all the mind-blowing things you do with it, but I need to feel your cock inside me, and I need to feel it now.” I dramatically flipped the page in my magazine. Seriously, what the fuck? There was a full-page advertisement for KY Lubrication Gel with a picture of a naked man and woman gloriously tangled around one another—I was totally jealous.
I dropped my hand to Bryce’s lap and slowly moved it up his leg without raising my eyes from the pornographic picture in front of me.
He groaned and stopped its wandering with his own.
“You’re fucking killing me,” I whispered as I snatched my hand back. “I need sex, and I need it now!”
He smirked. “It’s your hormones, my love.”
“Hormones-Shmormones. I don’t care what it is.” I casually placed the magazine back on top of the coffee table and leaned over him so that my fuller than usual breasts brushed his arm. Then, pressing my mouth to his ear, I whispered again, “Listen here. Your long, hard, delicious cock will be in between my legs within the hour. I guarantee it!” I discreetly bit down on his ear lobe then pulled back and eyed him intently.
“Ms. Summers,” Dr. Rainer called from the doorway of her office.
I removed my hungry stare from Bryce, stood up and smiled sweetly at my doctor.
Bryce sat there for the smallest of moments then eventually rose from his seat and relaxed his fist again.
***
We sat down in front of a large, hardwood desk in Dr. Rainer’s office. She had been my obstetrician during both my pregnancies with Nate and Charlotte, and when I booked my appointment to see her, I had to explain my current ‘situation’, that Rick and I were no longer together and that my new partner Bryce was the father of my baby.
“Hello, Alexis. It’s been a long time,” she flicked through my file, “six years in fact,” she finished.
“Yes, it has.” I replied.
She held out her hand for Bryce to shake. “And you must be Bryce, the father.”
He obliged and gave her an enormous grin. “Yes, that would be me,” he answered confidently, but shifting in his seat just a little.
He had been fidgety all morning and also more attentive than usual. Don’t get me wrong, I love his devotion and thoughtfulness, but he had a tendency to go just a tad overboard.
Dr. Rainer motioned toward the single stretcher bed. “Okay, Alexis, hop up onto the bed, and we’ll have a look at your baby.”
Bryce shot up out of his seat and helped me as if I were his elderly grandmother. Grrr, he is so adorably aggravating at times. I desperately wanted to roll my eyes at him and refuse his over-the-top assistance, but allowing him to fuss over me like this seemed to calm his nerves. So I let him and swallowed the need to chastise him over it.
Bryce walked me over to the black vinyl-covered stretcher where I laid myself down, while Dr. Rainer washed her hands at the basin. She dried them with a paper towel then sat down on a swivel-chair and made herself comfortable. Bryce moved around to the other side of the stretcher to take hold of my hand.
“You all right there?” I asked with a slight smile.
“Couldn’t be better, my love,” he smiled back.
I was abruptly pulled away from my loving gaze into Bryce’s eyes when Dr. Rainer grabbed the bottle of gel and squirted it onto my lower abdomen. Geezus! That shit is always freakin’ cold. Can’t they at least microwave it for a few seconds, surely that’s not too much to ask? No matter how many times I had experienced the application of that bloody gel, I never once remembered to mentally prepare myself for its cold shock. Grudgingly, I adjusted to the sudden temperature change on the surface of my skin.