Page 96 of My Kinda Night (Summer Sisters 2)

“It’s for both of us, I believe. Your grandma gave it to me before we left.”

“My grandma?” she asks, her hands stalling on the bag. I can’t tell if she wants to throw it across the room or dive into the blue tissue paper. “Last time she gave a gift, Jaime and Ryan got a cat.”

I join her on the bed. She gives me a look before slowly pulling the tissue paper out and looking inside. I can see a few things, but nothing I can really tell what it is. When she reaches inside the bag, she pulls out a notecard. Removing it from the envelope, she reads it aloud.

When the time is right, I know there’s a baby in your future. Until then, enjoy each other. And enjoy a little extra assistance for makin’ the baby. According to the old wives’ tales, these can all be used to help boost fertility. Good luck and enjoy! And if you ever have any questions about the sex, just call your dear ol’ grandma. I’m very knowledgeable. ;)

Love Grandma & Grandpa

PS: The honey is not actually inserted into the vagina.

I stare down at the card, almost deathly afraid of what is inside the bag. Payton seems just as nervous as I am.

We told her family about her PCOS last month, and everyone was extremely supportive, as I knew they would be. Lexi cried, and Payton told me afterwards that she’s been trying to have a baby with Chris for a few years now. With Payton’s diagnosis, Lexi’s ready to go back to the doc and have herself checked again.

“Honey? Why in the world would she think you would put honey in your…place?”

“Why would she ever think I would call her for sex advice?”

We stare at each other for a few moments before bursting into laughter. “Come on, let’s see what the ol’ woman got us.”

She pulls out a baggy containing a small, shiny rock in a dark grey color. There’s another notecard taped to the bag, and she reads it out loud. “This is a moonstone, used to increase fertility. The tale is that you wash it with cold water, picturing all of your worries washing away. Then place it on a windowsill during a full moon to recharge it. After it’s charged, carry it in your pocket. That’s it. Oh, and sex. Have lots of sex.”

I offer her a small smile as I reach into the bag, pulling out a small jar of organic honey. Of course, there’s a note attached to the jar as well. “Honey is believed to boost fertility. The old wives’ tale says eating honey mixed with a bit of cinnamon will increase blood to our reproductive organs, preparing them for conception. That’s code for sex.”

Payton glances in and pulls out a white porcelain figurine of a woman. “Of course,” she says to me, smiling as she reaches for the attached notecard.

“What?”

“I already know what this is. She gave something similar to Jaime and Ryan for a housewarming present. It’s a fertility goddess statue. You’re supposed to touch it for fertility luck. Though, the one she gave Jaime wasn’t porcelain.” Payton rubs on the statue before setting it aside.

Together, we glance down and find one last item in the bag.

I pull out a notecard, but it’s not attached to anything. Glancing at her, I read. “According to the old wives’ tale, the best way to ensure fertility is to conduct the ritual baby dance under the full moon. Now, I’ve been practicing this dance on your behalf, even though the full moon is actually tomorrow night. Practice makes perfect, Payters. Remember that. Anyway, head outside and let the music of the night sway you into a dance. You can do it naked, which is how I’ve preferred thus far. Let your body naturally move, letting yourself go, your mind clear. And if that doesn’t work, follow it up with the sex. Now, go! Be free! Sex it up and make the babies. We love you, Grandma and Grandpa.”

She’s silent for a few moments, pulling my attention towards her. “Don’t you find it weird that your grandma was practicing the baby dance?” When I glance down, I see she’s holding the stone in her palm, the faintest smile on her lips.

“I can’t believe her,” she mumbles.

“It’s all pretty wild, right?”

“You should have grown up with them,” she quips goodheartedly.

“So, honey on our toast tomorrow, right?” I ask with my own smile.

“Definitely. But you know what I think?” she asks, setting the bag and all of the stuff down on the nightstand.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“We should dance.”

“Dance?”

“You know, together. Because practice makes perfect.” Payton throws herself against me, knocking me down onto the mattress.

“This is my kinda dance,” I say as she straddles me, my arms sliding up her outer thighs.

She’s a goddess as she stares down at me, her hair hanging over her shoulders and almost touching my chest. Her breasts almost spilling from the top of her lace negligee, she’s the vision of perfection. My woman. The woman I love.

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