Page 11 of Fated

“I am the Mayor of this town. I demand to know what is wrong with my wife.”

“‘Then I suggest you go talk to her then. Your being the Mayor means nothing to me when we are talking about legalities. Now if you will excuse me.” he walks away dismissing me and it fucking pisses me off, but I know he is right.

I make the ten-minute trek to our home and walk in the house. She is pulling a pot pie out of the oven, and I make a b-line right to her. Pulling her into my arms, I hold her so tight it sends alarms through her. “Lo is everything alright?”

“I don’t know. You tell me. Tell me what’s wrong with you? I can handle it. What do you need? Are you sick?” She looks at me slightly confused.

“I am not sick, Lo.” Now I am confused.

“Then why were you at Carter’s practice?” realization dawns on her and she rolls her eyes.

“Wow. That took all of thirty minutes.” she rolls her eyes and takes the cooking gloves off.

“Small towns. Now tell me what is going on. Why do you need an appointment at the ambulatory center? And furthermore, why didn’t you tell me something is wrong with you?” She turns her back to me which pisses me off, but I know she needs a moment. I see her wringing her hands together and I walk up behind her, putting my arms around her waist and kiss her neck. “Whatever it is, Tink, I am here for you. There is nothing we can’t overcome together, baby.” I hear a slight sniffle and it hits me that she is crying. Spinning her in my arms, I lift her chin and my fucking knees shakes at the tears falling down her face. Whether women know it or not, the fastest way to break a man is with tears,

“Don’t be so sure.” She says licking her salt-stained lips. She is in obvious distress, and I can’t fucking take it. Picking her up, I kick off my shoes and walk us both upstairs. Without saying anything I lift her dress over her head and mentally curse when my cock jerks seeing her uncovered pussy. My girl listens so good. I hate her in panties when we are home. I want access all the fucking time.

She lays on the bed, so beautiful and naked, face red and blotchy from her tears but it does nothing to take away from her beauty. Completely naked myself, I put my hands under her back and slide her to the middle of the bed. I kiss her eyelids, begging them to stop fucking trying to give me a heart attack. I kiss her cheeks, willing them to turn upward in joy and down in sorrow. I kiss the lips that are struggling to tell me what is killing her on the inside and promise to stand by her no matter what. I kiss her over her heart, reminding her I love her more than life.

This moment is not about pleasure but more so for connection, but there is no way I can smell her sweetness and not take a taste. On my knees, I shoulder her legs open wide and put slight kisses on her pussy lips. Blowing air, watching her cries continue but her back bow off the bed. Needy for her flavor on my tongue, I slide it through her slit and close my eyes savoring the flavor. Her hands grip my hair, but she continues to break my damn heart.

Of course I want nothing more than to lick her until she stops crying, but we need to be one right now. Kissing both of her thighs that spread for me with no question and no hesitation morning noon and night, I stand and crawl on the bed between her legs. “I’m here baby. Right here.” I tell her.. We both groan as I fill her pussy up, addicted to the connection and the feeling of her hot, wet walls sheathing my cock in heaven. I kiss her mouth and look her in her eyes. “For better and worse, baby. No matter what.” she cries harder, hiding her face in my chest.

My cock the unruly fuck begins pulsing inside of her, fucking selfish and oblivious to the situation. All he knows is he is home, and he wants to move. She finally looks up at me and kisses me first, sliding her tongue in my mouth. Her tiny hips begin trying to move but I have her pinned and I am not moving until she tells me. “Tell me baby. Tell me so I can reassure you and we can both get what we want.” I wipe the offensive liquid from her face and rub her cheeks.

“I can’t have kids.” She rushes out of her mouth. My entire body stiffens at her confession. It would be lie if I didn’t admit it pierces my vision of our future slightly, but not enough to change the end result.

“Are you sure?” I have a feeling this is an assumption based on something else.

“I mean not one hundred percent, but pretty sure. Carter is going to perform some tests and exams. I’m sorry. I should have told you before you married me. I didn’t mean to deceive you. I just, I haven’t been able to admit it to myself.” My heart bleeds for her holding this in so long.

“You should have told me but only so I could have carried this with you. Look at me, Rachel.” Her red eyes meet mine and all I see is guilt and heartbreak. I want to take all of it from her and leave her with only love and peace. “This changes nothing. If it is indeed the truth, we can adopt or hell you have a gaggle of sisters who I am sure would be willing to be a surrogate for us. We have options baby, The only thing that matters to me is that I have you and together we'll build our family however we need to. I love you, Rachel and that is not predicated on fulfilling some cookie cutter vision of family.” Her eyes begin to gleam in hope. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

“I love you, Lo. I love you so much. You are an amazing man, and I am a lucky woman.” Finally, I have been waiting for those words.

“I am the lucky one. But right now, let me show you how lucky we both are.” And I do, over and over for hours. This is the one part of our lives that is guaranteed. Our love for each other will always end the same way. Connected by love, commitment and her tight ass pussy.

Epilogue

Rachel

Six Months Later

The last six months have been emotional, heartbreaking and full of joy. The town has begun thriving again. My husband, the amazing businessman and Mayor he is, has brought several new establishments to town including my sister Miriam’s diner which is also Lavinia’s Bakery.

Three and a half months ago, he unveiled the plans for a new park that he named after me and currently we are in that park right now, holding the pet adoption event we wanted to do months ago, but couldn’t.

A few days after I told Lloyd about the secret I had been holding, we made the appointment with Dr. Sutton. He ran all the tests, did the exams and a few procedures, one of which was more than a little uncomfortable. A week or so later he brought us into his office and told me I had a condition called endometriosis. Holding my husband's hand, I listened as he told us about the condition and how it attacks the internal organs of a woman's body.

He explained that I had lesions from this condition on my uterus that could possibly be a detriment to conceiving or carrying a baby to term. I remember the tears streaming down my face as my hopes of carrying a child conceived in our love inside of me. My husband, the rock he is, picked me up and put me in his lap still in this meeting and I saw unshed tears in his eyes as well.

Dr. Sutton assured me it was nothing I had done. And though I appreciated that, I also knew he was wrong. Perhaps if I were permitted to go further in my original doctor's visit, this could have been a different conversation.

He gave a few options; Go through an endometrial ablation which would cauterize the endometrial lining in hopes it could regenerate itself stronger and without the lesions and then do IVF to see if that results in a pregnancy. The other option was to just attempt IVF anyway with the other procedure or to do nothing for right now. I didn’t need to think. I choose the entire thing.

I sat down with my sisters that night and told them everything. They cried with me and for me and all of them offered their services should I need it. The only available appointment he had was for the week of the event Winona and I was planning. Understanding my family comes first, we put it on hold.

I underwent the procedure and a month later we did our first IVF treatment. That one failed and I took it hard. I didn’t get out of bed for a week. My husband tried everything, but I refused to eat, or open the curtains.

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