Epiphany (21 page)

“Explain this to me. I don’t have to have sex with her, right?” Kylee’s beautiful,
but I don’t think I could sleep with her and ever look Mira straight in the eye again.
Not even for a baby.

Mira goes on to explain to me the procedure and how everything works. The girls spent
the better part of the afternoon researching how it would work and even found a doctor.
They really do work fast, these two, already having a consultation with the specialist
on Monday morning.

After hearing everything, it all sounds pretty simple. I’m not sure if I’m sold on
the idea yet, but I’d love to listen to the doctor give more of an explanation. I
won’t mention any of my hesitation, though. The smile on Mira’s face is more than
enough for me to give it some more thought.

“I really thought all hope was lost, babe. I was so worried you wouldn’t want to
marry me anymore because I’m kind of useless as a woman. A woman’s job is to reproduce
and men have this primal urge to impregnate their woman. The thought of you not wanting
me anymore terrified me and probably made my depression worse. This is our second
chance, though.” There’s no possible way I can sit here and let her talk badly about
the woman I love. Taking her face between my palms, I softly caress her cheeks and
speak directly to her soul.

“Mira.
This is going to be the last time we have this conversation. I’m marrying you because
I love you. No other reason. Do you understand me?” She nods her head, so I continue.
“Whether or not we ever have children, I want you because you’re smart.” I place
a kiss to her forehead.
“Loving.”
A kiss to both eyelids.
“Beautiful.”
A kiss to the tip of her nose.
“And most importantly—because if I don’t marry you, I’ll die.
You’re my breath, my heartbeat and my soul.” Taking her lips softly, I press them
to mine, lingering a little longer than I would typically.

“Not too many men would be able to keep up with my special kind of crazy,” she laughs.
Honestly, she’s right, but there’s a reason for that.

“And no man will ever get the chance. I’ve claimed you for life. After all, it’s
mine because I licked it.” Oh that giggle … I’ve missed it so much. Taking a second
to just enjoy the sounds coming from her, the laughter is contagious. Before I know
it, we’re both lying on our backs gripping our stomachs.

*****

Monday morning, Mira’s alarm starts rattling my brain just before seven. As she continues
to sleep through the ringing, I reach across her comatose form and slap my hand around
until I find her phone.

“Skylar, get off me,” she grumbles.

“Then please turn your alarm off. I’m going to have this damn song stuck in my head
for days.”

Mira sits straight, eyes wide and starts bouncing around. Jumping out of bed, she
flies for the bathroom. I’m still confused as to why I’m up this early. Hearing
the shower start to run and feeling the excessively hard morning wood I’m sporting,
there’s only one thing on my mind.
A naked, wet, soapy Mira.

Palming my dick, the only thing I can think of is the last time Mira and I fucked
in the bathroom, and holy hell it was sexy. Wait, why the hell am I jacking off when
I have the real thing on the other side of the door? I must be some kind of stupid.
Climbing out of bed, I head for the other place in this world that I belong right
at this moment.
Even if it is early as shit.

I cautiously enter the bathroom and peek inside the curtain. As expected, Mira’s
just getting started washing her hair with closed eyes.
Perfect timing.

Mira leans her head into the spray to rinse out the shampoo and I seize my opportunity.
Stepping into the shower quietly, I wait until she turns her face into the stream
of water before moving closer.
She’s so predictable.

Slightly rubbing my cock along the crack of her ass, I reach my hands around her front,
cupping her tits, squeezing gently.

“Good morning, Skylar.”

“It’s very, very good,” I say, kissing the back of her neck, letting go of one breast,
I move the other further south until one is rested just above her pussy. “Wanna make
it a
great
morning?”

“If I didn’t, I would have said something when you not so ninja like snuck in the
bathroom.” My cock jumps knowing that she knew I was here the entire time. She could
have stopped me, but didn’t.

It’s been so long, I’m not going to last more than five minutes. Determined to make
sure she gets off, I slip a finger between her thighs and gently massage her clit.
As her moans increase, I pinch her nipple and bite softly on her shoulder. Mira’s
head falls back onto my chest, eyes closed, and if the quivering in her legs is any
indication along with her mews, she’s nearly there.

Rubbing harder, I hold her tightly as she falls apart in my arms. The hot water beating
down on her naked body that’s pressed firmly against mine has me nearly ready to come
along with her.

The hottest sex I’ve ever had has been in the confines of a shower, and this time
is no different. Without any encouragement, Mira brings her foot up to the ledge
and bending at the waist, giving me the perfect access to her pussy.

Taking my length in my hand, I poise myself at her entrance. Taking a deep breath
and trying to think of anything other than Mira’s slick heat, I gently push myself
inside, reveling in the grip she has on me.

“Fuck,” I hiss, rocking my hips into her slowly, careful not to move too fast. Ending
this before it even really begins wouldn’t be a great idea.

“Harder,” Mira pants, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Sweets.
I’m not gonna last long,” I warn as she arches her back, reaching between her thighs,
she beings playing with her clit. “Yeah, do that.”

“Harder. Please,” she begs, and I comply. Feeling her legs already beginning to
shake, I’m thankful that I primed her before jumping right to business. I guess the
nut number two rule works for girls, too.
“Oh, God.
Fuck.”

Grabbing on to her hips, I’m relentless, giving her exactly what she’s begging for.
The wet sounds of our skin slapping together has me right on the edge. Reaching for
her wet hair, I tangle it around my hand, pulling her head back and kiss her like
my life depends on it.

Mira cries out, saying a lot of incoherent things while my tongue battles with hers.
Suddenly, my balls pull tight and my body stills, climaxing.

Slowly pulling out of Mira, she rests her head against the tiles, breathing heavy.
Taking the loufa, I lather it up and start washing her body, being extra careful of
her overly sensitive pussy. Once she’s clean and rinsed, she steps out of the shower
while I take care of myself.

“Are you excited?” she asks before she leaves the bathroom.

“I guess. I really want more information before we commit to anything, but from everything
you told me, it sounds like a great idea. Are you excited?” I turn it back to her.

“I’m nervous. What if they say my eggs aren’t viable, either?” she asks, trying to
mask her sadness.

“Listen. You have no problem getting pregnant, only staying pregnant. I’m sure if
the doctor says that Kylee’s going to be a good fit, then you’re going to be perfect.
One step at a time.
Either way, I’m happy to just have you,” I sincerely say.

“I love you. Now, hurry up in there. We’re meeting Kylee at the doctor’s office
in an hour and you still need to make me breakfast.”

“I see what’s going on here. You’re only marrying me for my culinary abilities,”
I joke.

“Don’t kid yourself, babe. I’m marrying you for your fucking skills. A girl can
go without food but not good sex.”

“Touché,” I say, rinsing my body and taking the towel she’s holding for me.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Mira

Kylee’s already at the clinic when we arrive. Parking next to her car, she climbs
out, handing each of us a coffee and we all walk in together. My nerves are shot
and I’m almost positive by the way my heart is hammering violently against my rib
cage, I’m going to have a heart attack or something equivalent to that.

I thought when I went to the OBGYN for the first time the paperwork was insane. Well,
they have nothing on the amount of stuff Kylee and I need to fill out. Skylar’s section
is pretty simple and I’m a little jealous. My hand’s cramped when the receptionist
calls us back to the actual office of the physician.

We spend the next twenty minutes or so going over the entire procedure and the doctor
is very open and appreciative of Skylar’s twenty questions. Kylee provides the results
of her last cervical exam and physical. Looking over everything, it looks like we’re
going to be cleared to start in vitro, provided my doctor signs off on the procedure.

“It would appear that everything is in order, and as soon as we receive everything
from Mira’s primary care physician, we’re good to start the procedure,” the doctor
says, closing the chart in front of him.

“Oh my God, it’s really happening,” I whisper, squeezing Skylar’s hand that hasn’t
let go of mine the entire appointment.

Raising our hands to his lips, he places feather light kisses across my fingers, “It
sure is, Sweets.”

In all my wildest dreams, and I’ve had some pretty crazy ones, this is by far the
most insane. There is no better best friend a girl could have. Kylee takes the cake.
There’s never going to be a way for me to pay her back for this, but I’ll spend every
day of my life trying to.

“If Mira schedules the appointment with her doctor this week, what time frame are
we looking at to get started? The way these two look, they’re ready for this baby
now,” Kylee jokes, patting my knee that won’t stop bouncing.

“We would start Mira on the injections within a week or so. After ten days, we’ll
go in and take some of the eggs from her ovary. Skylar will be donating a sample
of his sperm around that time as well. Once we have an embryo appear, we’ll inseminate
you, Kylee. As long as the embryo attaches to the uterine wall, you’ll be good to
go. Since you’re so young, the chances of the first round of in vitro working are
significantly higher, but nothing is guaranteed. It can take multiple attempts, but
each round is completely up to you. All three of you can stop whenever you choose.”

“This is awesome. When we got the paperwork from the front desk, there wasn’t any
insurance information. Do we get that from you? I’ll probably have to put in some
kind of prior authorization before we actually get down to business.” Kylee roots
around in her bag and finally pulls out an insurance card.

“This procedure isn’t covered by insurance. It’s completely elective. It will all
be an out of pocket cost until you’re actually pregnant, then your insurance company
will pick up the charges.”

“That’s no problem. I have some money put away. What will this cost so I can pull
it from my savings account,” Kylee says, grabbing my other hand in hers, silently
telling me to not say a word and she’s paying for this whether I like it or not.

“When you add in the costs of the drugs, injections, egg and sperm retrieval and insemination,
it’s going to be right around twenty thousand dollars.” My heart falls to the pit
of my stomach and tears immediately start to form. I know Kylee has money, but not
that much. There’s no possible way.

“Twenty thousand!”
Kylee yells, quickly recovering and lowering her tone. “That’s insane. And you say
it can take multiple times at twenty grand a pop? How do people afford this?”

“Most of the people we see in our office are older, have stable, profitable careers
and have tried every other route.”

“I don’t have that kind of money. Mira, I’m so sorry,” Kylee apologizes, pulling
me in for a hug.

This is my fault. I shouldn’t have let myself get so excited about having a baby.
I should have thought more about this. Skylar and I aren’t even married yet and we’re
just coming off a miscarriage. My emotions and hormones are still all over the place.
I allowed myself to go overboard and managed to drag Skylar and Kylee into this mess
with me.

Skylar, my poor, sweet Skylar looks like he’s been kicked in the gut. I’ve managed
to cost him two potential babies in the span of only a few weeks.

Standing up, I shake the doctor’s hand and leave the office, not bothering to wait
for the other two. I need to get to the safety of my car before the tears fall.

“Mira, wait up!” Kylee screams across the parking lot. I pick up the pace, not wanting
her to see me cry. I know she feels bad enough and this will just add more guilt
on top of everything else. She went out of her way and tried to help me, even going
against Jacoby’s wishes. I can’t add more stress to her situation.

“I’m fine. I’m just going to wait for Skylar in the car. I’ll talk to you later,
okay?” I choke out, the first drop escaping my eyelid. It’s only a matter of time
before I’m not going to be able to hold back.

“No, dammit.
Wait a second!”

Stopping abruptly, I wait for her to catch up, not daring to turn around and look
in her eyes. She’s going to apologize, I’m going to feel terrible for making her
feel terrible, and we’re going to hug. I’ll go home and mope and she’ll try to make
me feel better. This isn’t a new cycle for us. I’m very well aware of exactly how
this is going to go down.

Thanking my lucky stars, Skylar’s only a few steps behind Kylee and he intercepts
her, allowing me to keep moving to the car. I’m only waiting a few minutes before
Skylar gets in the driver’s seat and peels out of the parking lot, headed toward home.