“Hey guys!” Mila called into the kitchen from the back door. “Are you here?”
I poked my head around the kitchen cabinets so I could see Mila standing in the doorway.
“We’re in the kitchen; come on in.”
I heard the screen door slam and Mila, fresh and beautiful, made my mouth go dry as she walked into the kitchen.
A hard lump formed in my throat, and I forced myself to look away from her sheer summer dress. She greeted Monique with a hug.
“I made sandwiches for lunch,” Monique said. “I figured we might be together for a while today. Do you want to see your apartment?”
Mila nodded. “I’d love to! I brought a box of my stuff over, I hope that’s okay.”
Monique smiled. “That may be a little premature when you see the state of the place, but we’ll get it all fixed up for you. Come on.” She grabbed Mila by the hand, and the two women walked out the back door.
I thought about joining them but figured that it might be good to let them have some time alone. Plus it’d give me the time-out I needed after seeing her perfect, curvy body… soft flesh that you could take hold of and knead. How on earth would I survive with her living here?
They weren’t gone long, only about ten minutes, and when they returned Monique was in higher spirits than I’d seen in a long time. Thank God.
“What do you think of the place?” I asked Mila.
“It’s absolutely perfect!” she said. She had such a beautiful smile, and her brown eyes, flecked with gold, were open wide. “It’s a dream! Even though it needs a little work, it will be amazing.”
“You can use our kitchen and bathroom, obviously,” Monique was saying. “We’ll get you a key. The bathroom off the kitchen is the guest bathroom, but that will probably be the one easiest for you to use, don’t you think, Devan?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I think that would be best.”
“Are you hungry?” Monique asked Mila. “We could sit down and talk over the terms, see if we can both be in agreement and go forward with this whole… with this whole other thing.”
I saw Monique’s face falter a bit when she almost had to say ‘surrogacy’, and I knew that although she was cheerful now, she still wasn’t completely sold on the idea.
“Do you want something to drink, either of you?” I asked, getting the sandwiches out of the fridge. I set up lunch on the patio… sandwiches, chips, some brownies and the lemonade. Monique, not happy with my choice of beverage, went back into the kitchen. Without engaging my brain, I pulled the chair away from the table for Mila. Her hand brushed mine in thanks, touching my tattoos again, and I could’ve sworn my cock jolted in my pants.
I scolded myself. For fuck’s sake… your wife is right there!
Monique sauntered out of the kitchen, glass of water in hand, and I guiltily got the chair for her, too.
“I want to start off by telling you that we,” Monique looked pointedly at me, “are really, really happy that you’re even considering this. You know how long we’ve been trying, and, for whatever reason, things just aren’t working in our favour.”
Mila was chewing on her sandwich and nodding.
“I’m really honoured that you trust me enough to do this,” Mila said. I could have kissed her; she brought up the trust thing right away and said it genuinely to Monique. It was perfect.
“Well, if we do this, and it is a big if right now,” Monique took sip of her water and swallowed a bite of her sandwich. “There are going to be some rules. I read some stuff online today that got me thinking.” She looked at me. “Devan, will you go get a pen and some paper, please?”
I walked quickly to the study and grabbed a pen and a notebook.
“Sit,” she said gently to me when I returned. “Write down the things we talk about. I think it’s best if we write up a rough contract.”
I nodded, and Mila nodded, too. A contract seemed like it would make things more concrete, more real. Anything to make Monique happy.
Then Monique turned all business-like, and sat up in the chair as if she were at a high-stake negotiations meeting.
“First, you need to get a check-up to make sure you’re medically healthy, and we want to see your past medical history. If you don’t pass the check up, or if we see anything negative in your history, we can just tear up the contract and there’ll be no hard feelings.”
Mila nodded. “Okay, sure. I don’t think there are any problems. I don’t smoke, I drink from time to time, you know that, and I eat pretty healthy.”
Monique took a deep breath. “Eating healthy is kind of a matter of perception. If we do this, I’m going to have to insist that you eat an organic, vegetarian diet. I would prefer vegan, but I know that your diet is really meat based right now, and so starting out with vegetarian should be enough. I’ll even join you… I won’t eat meat either.”