Page 42 of The Virgin's Baby
“So, you’ve got to put me under?” she asked and then turned to look at me reluctantly. “And I can trust you?”
“If anything looks like it’s going wrong, then I swear to you that I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. I promise you that, Aspen.” I hadn’t touched her since she and I had that little talk that felt much more like a fight. But I took her hand in mine. “I’ll hold your hand through it all; I’ll be right here by your side for the whole thing.”
She didn’t have a choice; there was no one else around to give her any comfort. She squeezed my hand. “I’m trusting you, Ransom. This is all for us. For you and me. This is the baby we want.”
“It is. I know that. I’m with you, Aspen. I’m right here, and I’ll be right here even after they put you to sleep.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek. The sparks I felt left me almost dizzy. I wanted to taste her lips. I wanted to give her all the reason in the world to trust me.
But I didn’t do that. Instead, I pulled my lips away from her pretty face then nodded at the doctor. “She’s ready now.”
The surgery only lasted thirty minutes, but it felt like five hours. My legs ached from standing there holding Aspen’s limp hand. My heart hurt too. I wanted so badly to tell her that I was sorry for what I’d said before.
Who knew if I was right or not? Who knew if I would get over my issues?
I had no right to go into her room that night and tell her that I could never love her. I’d hurt her. She hadn’t said that exactly, but her actions did.
She could hardly speak to me at all. She’d always been nice. Now she was barely tolerating me.
I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. Who wouldn’t have acted the exact same way?
The doctor said something to the nurse that took me out of my own head, “Here, take these to the lab.” Doctor Lawson looked at me. “And now I need you to give us the sperm, Mr. Whitaker.”
I had to let go of Aspen’s hand to do that. But before I did, I kissed the top of it before lying it beside her. “I’m going to make things up to you. You’ll see.”
As I went to give my part of this process, I felt terrible. It took forever to get my dick to cooperate. Mostly because I felt ashamed of myself. I’d hurt her.
For no good reason at all, I’d hurt her.
The first time I saw my mother kissing a man other than my father, I threw up. When I saw her and the pool boy having sex, I threw up again. And I had nightmares for years after that.
Mom had no idea I’d seen any of the things she’d done. I’m sure she would’ve hated that I’d seen her doing such things. I’m sure she would’ve felt guilty and told me over and over again how sorry she was.
Mom wasn’t a mean person. She wasn’t the kind of person one thinks of when one thinks about a cheating woman.
Gorgeous nearly to a fault, my mother was considered an upstanding woman and a devoted wife. Only me and the men she’d cheated with knew any different.
I wasn’t getting anywhere with my sperm collecting. I had to force my mother from my mind. I had to find someone to fantasize about to get this done.
I pulled from my memory banks one hot night with a woman in Canada. She’d been on the chunkier side of plump. Her short hair was pulled up into spikes. She was ripe and ready and told me as much.
My cock wasn’t getting into it.
I thought about another time. With a woman who was really tall and skinny. Her long hair was thin, and she had it piled on top of her head. She took her clothes off and presented me with a pair of fake tits she was very proud of. I sucked them.
Nope. The cock wasn’t into that one either.
With my limp dick in my hand, I gave it the only thing it wanted.
Aspen.
Her taut body, making a dark shadow in my shower. Me, pushing the glass doors open to join her inside the large and steamy tiled shower that could fit five people in it comfortably.
Her hands, roaming over my body. Her sweet lips, grazing my neck. “You want to make a baby, Ransom?”
“Oh, yeah, baby. I want to make one with you.” I took her face in one hand, then kissed her mouth with a vengeance.
My cock pressed against the edge of her sweet spot, she pulled her mouth back from mine. “You’ve got to tell me what I want to hear first.”
My heart swelled right along with my pecker. “I love you, Aspen Dell. I think I always have.”
