Fateful Encounters - Chapter 48

48

Neverland Ranch, CA, November 1998

Holding his breath, he placed the tiny baby girl back into her crib.  She had finally fallen asleep, which was a good thing as he had just about exhausted his repertoire of appropriate songs.  Well, to tell the truth he usually made up songs when singing to the kids, and more than likely she would not have noticed.

She moved around in her sleep, and her tiny fists grabbed air.  Funny how babies seemed to hold on to life and didn’t want to let go.  And this little one was as fierce as they came.  Well, not surprising given her firecracker of a mother whose disposition she obviously had inherited.  Hopefully, his son’s calm demeanor would stay in place and balance his feisty sister.

Michael’s eyes fell on the baby boy who was happily asleep in his bassinette, oblivious to his sister’s little fit earlier.  Ok, the twins were asleep for now.  Maybe, just maybe he could lie back down and cuddle up with Lisa before one of the other children decided they wanted attention.

“You know we do have nannies, right? I mean, we are paying them, why not let them take over every now and then?  What if they complain to the nanny’s union about being bored?”

Well, he loved being hands on with the children- and despite constant feeding and napping schedules, not to mention diaper changing marathons he never grew tired of being a Daddy.  

“I thought you were sleeping?”

Coming back into their bedroom, Lisa had pulled the covers back for him, rolling up against him, her head on his chest, as he played with her hair.

“Are you kidding?  I think Grace inherited those crazy powerful lungs from you and from my Dad- and it somehow went to exponential power.”

He smiled broadly. “Yeah, pretty cool, hum?”

“Yes, very.  Especially at ...whatever time it is right now.” Lisa rolled her eyes and yawned.

“Three am.”

“Wonderful, almost time to nurse again. Did she wake up everyone else?”

“Nope.  I went to check on Prince, he was out.  Paris was also asleep, and Presley has some odd tendency to ignore the daylights out of his sister.  He is probably immune to the commotion.”

“Yeah, I bet she jabbered in his ear all that time and he is just glad to have some space of his own.”

“Well, I happened to disagree with my son there: Personal space is highly overrated.” Michael pulled Lisa closer so she came to rest almost on top of him.

“I see something else is up bright and early.” The naughty glint in her bright eyes as she smiled up at him chased away any hint of fatigue quite effectively. 

“Stop squirming, evil temptress! It’s all your fault.  Here I come back to bed, hoping to finally get some rest from being attacked night and day by this crazy, sex starved woman…”

Lisa laughed and retaliated by kissing his chest.  Well, if you could call that retaliation… She found his nipples and sucked one into her hot mouth, taking time to let her tongue swirl around the little nub.  The immediate tingling and buzzing spread from the origin of the sensation straight to his groin, making him rock hard in no time.  Which had, coincidently, been the state he had been in most often lately, despite Lisa’s best efforts to bring relief.  While they had started to play modified sexual games again, they did not have the all clear for intercourse yet.  And as with everything else in life, the very thing you can’t have will whip your desire into a frenzy.  Of course, it was not like he did not enjoy being brought to mind-blowing orgasms by her hot mouth, skilled tongue, or her hands, but the thoughts of being inside her heat, being squeezed by her muscles, being surrounded by the molten flood testifying to her desire for him were about to drive him to into the pits of madness.

Well, the wait was almost over.  Today was the day of her six week post-partum checkup, and they were all set to spend the weekend away from the children for the first time since the twins had decided to grace them with their presence slightly early.   As much as Michael hated the idea of separation from the children, he also looked forward to having some private time with his gorgeous wife again. Motherhood had only added to his desire for Lisa, and he was going crazy with ideas how he could make the resumption of their sexual relationship special. 

Grace Katherine Marie and Presley Aaron Michael Jackson managed to make their grand entrance the very day Michael received the good news that his divorce from Debbie had been finalized.  For months, she had dug in like a madwoman, insisting she get the six months discussed in their marriage contract.  Amazingly, she had relented and agreed to have the paperwork filed and expedited.  Of course, she had tried to get as much out of the deal as possible, having made it necessary to liquidate some of his assets to satisfy her greed.  Or to mollify her pain as she has put it.

Pain, his ass!  Debbie had elevated torturing him by holding on to that crazy sham of a marriage till the bitter end.  And then she asked if they could be friends.  She should receive an award for gumption.  He was tempted to laugh into her deluded face.  No, as soon as she signed away all rights to her children, he had informed her that it was probably better to never contact him again.  

Of course, she could not let the opportunity pass without some more sniveling and whiling.  She truly disgusted him.  How in the world had he ever allowed himself to be dragged into her crazy web of obsession? And no, not one word about wanting to see the children,  be part of their lives, or to receive pictures and updates about them.  Such requests would have been understandable for a normal mother.   It only once again brought home the point that she had, from the inception of this crazy idea, been a surrogate, nothing more.  A very highly paid, very clingy surrogate.

“Michael, please tell me I can be in your life still.  Remember, how close we were.  Remember I was there when you had no one to turn to after Lisa Marie pulled her god-awful trick on you…”

Michael had turned and walked out, not being able to stomach another second in the same room. 

Rushing home, he had been greeted by Prince in a pirate’s costume, getting ready for Halloween only a couple of weeks away. Picking up his son, feeling the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders, he called for Lisa. He found her fussing over Paris, trying to figure out if the now six months old baby should be transformed into a pumpkin or a ladybug for her first Halloween.  Kissing the baby, he bent down and kissed Lisa’s belly, being rewarded by a visible kick from his children and a frown from Lisa.

“Thanks a lot, Michael.  Stop making them move! They have been on some kind of tap dancing marathon anyway. And where is my kiss?”

She was so adorable now.  He could simply not get enough of his very pregnant soon to be wife.  And now, finally, the major obstacle had been removed.  The path was clear to a bright new beginning.  

Michael kissed her thoroughly.  So much so, that she eyed him suspiciously when they broke apart.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, good, trick questions…” Clapping, he winked at her, and her eyes dropped very predictably.  She was so easy!

“Funny, Michael.  Keep that thing away from me. It made me fat and ugly.”

“It made you even more beautiful and glowing.  And by the way- I can’t keep you away… You keep propositioning me.”

He kissed her cheek and she laughed, lightly covering Paris’s ears with her hands.

“Don’t listen to your Daddy, sweetie.  He is a tad bit crazy.  But we love him anyway, right?”

“So, guess what I got?”

“Besides a…certain tightness in your pants and an impossible shit eating grin on your face?”

“Yeah, besides that.”

“Better not be another tabloid report. I don’t think they are buying the ‘Jacko gives refuge to very pregnant ex-wife to protect the secret identity of the father’ story anymore.”

Michael grinned proudly.  He had expanded and perfected his hobby of leaking stories to the tabloids.  Hey, if he could not beat them, he was determined to be part of steering the stories.  That way, he could delight in the feeling of having tricked the stupid lot.

“Sure they do.  It would be too outlandish to believe that I had anything to do with getting you in the family way like other humans do.”

“Maybe if you told them you had me impregnated on a spaceship with your sperm and my eggs to create a master performer race…”

“Yeah, that might fly.  I will pass that on to my source next.  Maybe we can wrap that into another story about reasons you left that crazy sect you were in.”

Lisa had finally done it and had broken free from Scientology. Bravely and undeterred she had ignored their veiled threats and slapped them with restraining orders.  They had employed ten attorneys for that one matter alone- and it was worth every penny spent. 

 “Kind of like how we bought a house together because we are good friends and you had to protect me from the evil of Xenu?”

“Yeah, just like that.  They are simple.  If we told them the truth, they would not believe it.  And let me tell y’a the time is just about right.”

The gorgeous blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Why, what’s changed?”

For a second all he saw were her clear aqua eyes, staring up at him inquisitively and innocent.  They brought back the little sweet girl he had met so many years ago and had never been able to get out of his head. He almost had lost her.  The thought made him dizzy.  Well, by some miracle they were back together: water and fire, air and soil: seemingly opposite elements needed to form order from the chaos.

“Lisa- will you marry me?”

“No.  I don’t feel like popping out two babies while I’m in jail for bigamy.”

“Why, are you married?”

Cause I am free, girl! Free as a bird! Free to be forever tied to you!

For now, the words remained well contained as he continued to play with her.  This was entirely too much fun!

Huffing,  she handed him Paris who started to drool and coo, reaching her little hands out to him.  What a perfect doll!  She was his sunshine and he delighted in staring at her and her eyes that so eerily matched Lisa’s. Funny how he always thought of Lisa as her mother.  Just like she would- all traces of Debbie gone from their lives now and forever.

“Very funny, Michael.”

Suddenly, she stiffened and took a deep breath.  Immediately, he went on alert.

“What? You ok?  Want me to call the doctor?”

Lisa managed a pained smile. “No, it’s ok.  It’s gone.  Just a weird twinge.”

“Weird twinges aren’t good.  We are going to the doctor’s.” He reached for her hand and started walking.  Lisa did not budge and pulled him back.

“Stop it, you’re over- reacting. So, funny man.  What was that about getting married?”

Ah, not all that disinterested after all, are we, Miss Presley, soon to be Jackson?

“Oh yeah. – You sure you’re alright?”

“I won’t be if you make me beat you up.  So, spill.”

“First say you marry me.”

“What if I changed my mind?”

“Tough luck.  You’re option to opt out has expired . Sorry.”

“Dammit!” She smiled and hugged him, pressing her firm belly into him.

Holding her, he felt her cringe again. “My kiss that bad?”

“No, it twinged again. Maybe I need to eat something.”

“Lisa, I really don’t like this.  Let’s call the doc.  Please, do it for me, ok?”

“How about I get a sandwich, you tell me how you envision making an honest woman out of me, and then, if the twinges continue, I will indulge your paranoid nature and we’ll call the doctor.”

Michael grabbed Prince and Paris and headed down to the kitchen with Lisa.  The nanny came to get the children for their naps and he insisted Lisa sit down while he made her a sandwich.

“Why are you humming to yourself?  What is it? You are just too smug about something.”

Had he been humming?  Well, he was happy.  Happy that the nightmare of being shackled to Debbie was finally over.  Happy that he was now free to correct the mistake of ever signing those damn divorce papers Lisa sent him in her childish attempt to get attention, and happy that the family was soon going to expand again.  So yeah, he had every reason to hum.  Or sing and dance- right here- right now! But first he had to share his news.

Handing her the plate, he and sat down next to her.

“Ok, now that I gave you food.  Will you give me your hand in marriage?”

“Did the Debster finally explode from holding her breath to see if you’re coming back to her loving arms?”

“A simple yes would suffice.”

“You are insufferable. Such a frigging bully.  But yes, I will marry you.  Who could resist the romance of marriage proposal by turkey sandwich?”

“Hey- not fair.  I proposed properly before.”

“Ok, yes, you did.  A time or ten. So fine.  I’ll marry you.”

She was so full of it! He knew she could not wait to be his wife again and waiting for Debbie to run out of time and stalling techniques had been hell on her.  Yet, just like she promised, she worked hard to keep her insecurities contained, and he did his part by making sure she felt just how much he loved and adored her.   They were a united front as some of his staff and much of her staff found out when they discovered games no longer worked to keep Lisa and Michael apart.  Michael even rid himself of many of the yes-man around him.  How had he been such a fool to take their apparent devotion for him for real while they tried to rob him blind behind his back?  He also scaled back on his work, spending more time with Lisa and the children.  Of course, he still wrote and recorded all the time, but he made sure to let Lisa into his world this time, not blindly assuming that she was content to sit by in silence. 

“Today?” This was getting really difficult as tried to make the most of keeping her in suspense.  But it was also way too much fun seeing her squirm and wonder what the heck was going on.

Lisa stopped eating and stared at him.

“What, today?”

“Marry me today.”

“Even if you were free to marry, I would not marry you while I look like the whale that ate Willy the whale.”

“You do not.  That would make you a double whale. And you’re nowhere near that big.”

He was giggling now.  She was such a nut.  And he was addicted to her craziness.  She was nothing but gorgeous- and he was deeply enamored with every pregnant, glowing inch of her. 

“Thanks, prince charming.  So no, this whale will not marry you today. Which also keeps you out of jail.”

“Hey- funny you should bring that up…” Slowly, he removed the papers he had been hiding.

“Michael…what are you up to?”

Did she have to be so suspicious all the time?

“Well…it just so happens…I have these thingies here.” He dramatically and very purposefully unfolded the divorce degree.

“And they say something about Debbie being Miss Rowe again…”

Lisa squealed and jumped up from her chair, reaching for the papers he pulled from her reach, dangling them above her head.

“No way!”

Michael jumped up and held the papers even higher, beaming with contentment.

“Yes way! Ye of little faith! I told you I’d get this done before the babies get here. You have some major apologizing to do.  Majorly! In words and deeds my dear!”

“OMG! Let me see!” Lisa, had also gotten up and was reaching for the proof of his freedom. 

“Kiss first- you gotta earn the right to see my Declaration of Independence.”

Lisa leaned in and bestowed a passionate kiss on him.  When she broke away, she snatched the papers out of his hand.

“Careful! Don’t rip them up.  They are gold!”

She read them, and a huge smile spread across her face. 

“Gold indeed! Holy shit! It’s finally over!”

“Yeah, baby, it’s finally over.” He reached for her and kissed her again.

“It’s just you and me and our six children.  Oh, and the puppy.  Where is the puppy, by the way?”

They had finally relented and gotten Ben that much desired dog.  It has been truly impressive to see Riley and Ben step up to the task of being pet owners.  Michael was not too much of a fan of dogs, but he had found his anxiety was somehow lessened by larger breeds.  And he had to admit the chocolate lab puppy was adorable.

“Outside playing by the pool with Riley and Ben.  And before you ask, their nanny is down there.”

“So, Lisa- how about that wedding today?”

Lisa laughed and just about jumped into his arms.  His arms closed around her and his lips found hers again. “Impatient man! How about we wait till the twins are born?”

He kissed her again.  “How about not?”

Suddenly he felt something wet on his legs and Lisa stiffened, her small cry startling him.

“Holy shit! Michael?”

She stared down, then back up at him, as he tried to figure out what the heck had just happened.

“Lisa…what?”

“I guess you will get your way after all about calling the doctor.  I think my water just broke.”

And so, twelve hours later, ageing him about twenty years, but also rejuvenating and reviving him beyond anything he ever had believed possible, the dream had become reality, and his and Lisa’s children had been born.  They were two perfect jewels- the embodiment of all the hopes and dreams he had long ago declared to be insane fantasies.  The experience was unlike anything he had encountered before: gut-wrenching, thrilling, terror inducing, stunning, elating… there were no words to describe that day and night.

With Prince and Paris, he had been worried for their health.  Sure, he had not wanted anything bad to happen to Debbie, but his main concern had been the children.  Paris, he had basically abducted right after her birth, swooping her off the Neverland where Lisa had already awaited him.  When she had asked him dutifully how Debbie was doing, he realized he had not even asked. 

This labor was totally different.  Fear for Lisa held his heart in a tight grip, as he watched her struggle to give birth to the two little miracles.  The doctors had recommended a C-section, but she had begged them to hold off.  She had lost crazy amounts of blood and at one point the doctor had tried to order Michael to leave the delivery room.  Well, that man obviously had no idea who he was dealing with, because Michael was not leaving Lisa’s side without someone getting hurt.  Still, it had brought him to tears to see her pain and to feel utterly helpless, standing by, letting her squeeze life from his hand.

All the fear, all the panic, all the anxiety had been evaporated when he finally was able to look at the set of perfect twins and their mother a couple of days later after Lisa had finally been allowed to hold them both for the first time.  Riley and Ben were thrilled beyond belief when they met their new brother and sister.  After all of them finally were allowed to return home, Prince was slightly bewildered by the appearance of yet another child, but due to his calm nature seemed to take it in stride.  And baby Paris would simply never remember not having  her baby brother and sister around her.

Life was good.  And despite the chaos of six children and a puppy, with the help of three nannies and two nurses, things for once seemed to return to some kind of normal state.  Whatever that meant for his new family. 

The Jackson side of the family, naturally, had been thrilled.  His mother was over at their new home almost daily the first few days.  Her calm presence and competent nature helped Michael to adjust as he was trying to figure out how to deal with a hormonal Lisa, two needy newborns, a toddler, and a squirmy six month old baby.

After much discussion, Lisa and he released a statement to the press, confirming that they welcomed a set of twins into their lives.   They also announced plans to remarry without having a set date.  Predictably, while interest in the twins was overwhelming in the more serious press, tabloids speculated about the “real” parentage of the babies.  Stunningly and totally out of the blue, Priscilla also released a statement, congratulating her daughter and former and soon- to be again son-in-law on the birth of their twins.  Slowly the world started to accept that the musical royal houses of Jackson and Presley had merged in this way.

Priscilla also attempted to contact Lisa in person, asking to see the children, which Lisa so far had not reacted to.

“Do you think you’ll ever forgive her?”

Michael was certainly not sure how he wanted her to answer this.  The woman had acted with unspeakable malice toward him.  And yet, sitting here, looking down at the two special beings sharing her DNA he wondered if she could be all evil.

Lisa’s eyebrow rose and she adjusted Grace whom she was nursing.  Michael could simply never get enough watching her feed the twins, and maybe it was the peaceful image that filled him with goodwill toward all mankind.  And for some odd reason, that definition suddenly included Priscilla, whom he usually considered barely a mammal.

“No, I don’t.  I am quite enjoying my sabbatical from her drama. But who knows…I’m not sure how I feel.”

“Sounds like you know this distance from her will only be temporary.”

“Well, part of me wants Presley and Grace to know their grandmother.  Which does not mean I will ever let her in as close as before.  And I will certainly not let her be the worm infiltrating and poisoning my happiness.  But, if she is serious, and if she plays by our rules, I will let her meet the kids. Eventually.”

Michael continued to pat his son, whom he held over his shoulder, on the back, waiting for him to burp.

“How do you think she likes the little man’s name?”

“I don’t give a flying...” She looked over and mouthed, “fuck.”  How funny! All it had taken for Lisa to semi -stop the cursing was a set of babies. 

“Yeah, stroke of genius, Michael.  I know you only suggested it so I would agree to have them take your name from the get-go. Presley Presley would sound kind of stupid.”

“Unusual, but not stupid.”

Lisa laughed, causing Grace to emit a small meowing sound.

“Hey, stop pissing Grace off- she is not kidding.  That is one hungry baby.  Doesn’t that hurt?”

His face contorted in pain watching his daughter suck on Lisa’s nipples like mad.

“I’m getting used to it again.  But yeah- I do love our son’s name.  And I can’t wait till we all share the same name.  Well, most of us…”

“I told you I’d adopt Riley and Ben.  What-his-name can still see them, though.  No problem.” Michael knew he was only kidding.  Danny had actually been semi-cordial lately.  Miracles did happen. Maybe Lisa’s belly had helped to convince him that it was indeed over between them.

“You are so generous, Mike, really.  And don’t start that again.  You know they have a father they love and who loves them.”

Of course he did. 

“Ok, they are honorary Jacksons then.”

“Ok, we can agree on that.”

Lisa’s caresses brought him back to the present.  Things were perfect.  Almost perfect.  As she stroked his rigid member, he wished he could just push her down and bury himself inside her body. 

Almost there, Mike. Come on.  You waited this long.  You can wait a couple of hours longer.

“What do you want, Daddy?  How can I help you out?”

“I want to fuck you senseless.  I want to feel you tighten around me, I want to watch you come as I feel your body go totally out of control…” The words were whispered in her ear and he felt her shivering.
Lisa kissed him and let her tongue glide over his with smooth seductive motions. He moaned against her, and her grip on him tightened. 

“Soon baby…soon…I want that too.  Don’t you know how hard it is for me to feel you and hold you and not have you inside? You know, maybe we could…”

“No- we’ll wait. I want to make sure you’re ok. In the meantime…” He flipped her over and feasted on her ample breasts while his hands travelled south, over her stomach which still showed a tiny swell to her hips.  Lisa continued to stroke his penis and he raised up on his knees, bringing himself into a position making it easier for her to take him into her mouth while he could continue to caress her.  His fingers found her dripping wet heat.  God, she was as ready for him as he was for her.

Their eyes met and Lisa smiled up at him, waiting for him to say it.  It was not enough that it was obvious he wanted to feel her satin lips grant him entrance into her mouth; no he knew full well she got off having him demand what he needed.  And to tell the truth, it also always pushed him higher to be in control.  Or when Lisa granted him the illusion of control.  Either way, he loved it!

“C’mon girl.  Take it.  You know you want it.”

Her hands slid all the way to his base and she held him tight.  She licked her lips one more time and he almost came as her tongue darted out, licking the sensitive tip of his penis in little strokes.  Evil little woman…

In retaliation, he spread her juices all over her swollen folds.  Oh yeah, Lisa wanted him alright.  He knew this was torture for her as well.  He had avoided any form of penetration in their play, always being worried he would hurt her.  She had started to beg for it at times, but he’d held strong.  This time, just to pay her back for not taking her into the heat of her mouth, he also skillfully avoided her clit.

“Mike!” She made a protesting sound.

“What?” His laughter was deep as his vocal cords also felt paralyzed by the arousal raging through her.

“Touch me…” Lisa’s voice was dark and reminded him of heated honey.

“I am touching you.” One finger lingered at her opening, reminding himself that in a couple of hours he could feel her molten insides with his fingers, his tongue, his penis. 

Lisa caught on to his game and he saw her opening her mouth.  At the same time, he pulled back from her. Her eyes opened and she raised an eyebrow.

“What does a good girl say?”

His fingers found the base of her engorged clit and he circled it one time, causing her hips to come off the bed. 

“Please, Michael, let me suck your cock.”

She was too much.  This was crazy.  He was so close she might not even have to have him inside to cause him to erupt.  Just to make sure that would not happen, his hips jutted forward and Lisa took him into her mouth as far as she could.  This was pure paradise. Her tongue caressed him and provided the tantalizing strokes stoking his fires.  He felt her sucking hard and at one point she swallowed, causing him to be sucked far back, hitting her throat.  God, he did not want to hurt her, but she felt so good, and each torturous suction caused him to grow larger yet.  To top it off, Lisa had started to make little noises as he finally caressed her nub with the pressure he knew would take her over the top.  He saw her chest rising and falling as the movement of her hips as well as those of her hand and her mouth increased.  For one crazy moment she let go of his shaft and he found himself fucking her mouth as hard as he dared, while Lisa was not holding back. Her hands came to cup his balls and he felt the tightening that predicted the outburst.  He increased his caresses and strokes on her, and felt her opening tighten as her juices dripped from his hand.  Watching her body, he noticed her abdominal muscles starting to tighten and the tell-tale blush spread over her chest and her cheeks.  One more upstroke with his thumb while two other fingers played at her opening without entering and she came apart.  Her body spasmed under him, and she emitted a series of moans which reverberated along his taxed penis, sending him over the edge.  He was going to pull out, but Lisa reached around and grabbed his taut behind, pulling him into her as she increased her suction on him.  When he came, it was like the heavens opening up for the monsoon after months of drought.  Only one thing would be better and that was to have the floodgates open inside of her. 

Lisa sucked him dry and licked him clean.  Then she snuggled up against him.

“Ok, now- can we get a couple of hour sleep before the twins need their breakfast?”

Michael chuckled and held her close.  Within minutes her breathing changed and she was asleep.  He had way too much on his mind to sleep himself.  Holding her, he went over the plans he had in the works.

After their night away today, they would spend Thanksgiving at Hayvenhurst with his family.  Their family. 

A smile snuck onto his face as he kissed Lisa’s head.

The thing Lisa did not know was that he also intended to get married that day.  They had started to discuss a Christmas wedding, but Michael decided it would be so much more fun to have a quiet ceremony at Hayvenhurst while his family, or whoever was able to make it, would be there anyway.  He also had invited some of their friends, unbeknownst to Lisa.  The bonus was that the media was on wedding watch, but would probably not wonder too much why they all headed to Hayvenhurst on Thanksgiving.  To throw the blood hounds off track further, he actually had leaked that there would be a big family celebration at Neverland, having started to put up  party tents and making it seem that preparations for a celebration were in the works.  It was inconsequential that the trick would cost him a good penny- as long as the helicopters and paparazzi were in the wrong place, all was well.  If questions arose or his word got out, he could always say he changed his mind and wanted to eat his turkey with his mother and siblings. 

All Lisa had to do was say, yes, and things would finally be how they should have been from the start. A smile on his face, he drifted off, dreaming of her eyes when she’d say her vows.

Hours later, he once again found himself in the waiting room at the clinic.  He had been a bit miffed that Lisa did not want him inside for the actual exam.  How odd women were at times.  He certainly had been there at conception, had been present when a rather large wand was shoved up her vagina, had seen more than he ever thought he wanted to see when she had given birth to his two miracles, had touched and kissed every secret and hidden spot on her body, and yet, she cited privacy when wanting her post-partum exam.  Women! He hated feeling left out!

Finally, she emerged with a big grin from the room.  The doctor was with her and Michael looked from one to the other, wondering what took them so long to fill him in.  Was something wrong?  He immediately went into worry mode.    Would they need to call in some world renowned expert?  What had gone wrong? 

“Michael- good seeing you again.  Don’t’ look so worried, everything checked out wonderfully.  Lisa is fully recovered.”

Worried?  He certainly had to work on his stoic face if the doc had been able to see his fear.  Or maybe he had been too concerned with dire predictions to remind himself to snap his mask in place. 

Michael cleared his throat. “I was not worried.  You guys just exchanged a look and ...Anyway? So she’s ok.  I mean…totally ok?”

“She is right here, Michael,” Lisa chimed in. “And yes, doctor, see, I told you he would not believe me. Please tell him that you give me the full seal of medical approval to resume all marital activities. Or extra-marital activities.”

Michael blushed.

Did she have to be so blunt? On the other hand, most husbands probably had similar concerns.  Still, he didn’t want to come across as some kind of sex-starved pervert.  Even though that was exactly how he felt right now. And she had no clue obviously that her days of extra marital encounters was over.  Good, that meant she had not caught on to his plans.  He loved it!

“Yes, Lisa is all good to go.  You guys just might want to take it easy at first; there might be some lingering soreness, though. And as I told you, extra lubrication might be good idea.”

Michael wanted to floor to open up and swallow him whole.  Ok… If this is what they talked about out here in the waiting area, maybe it had been a good idea for him to not be present for the exam. 

“Also, since you can’t take the pill right now due to your condition, you might want to use other forms of birth control as prevention by nursing is an urban myth.”

Michael looked over at Lisa, knowing that birth control in the past had been a sore subject.  However, he fully understood that they had their share of babies right now.  And while he was ready for his family to keep growing, he would totally be behind Lisa if she wanted to wait awhile.

He reached for her hand, reading the doubt in her eyes.

“It’s ok.  We will talk about it. We are playing this by however Lisa wants to do it. I am behind anything she decides.” He gave her hand a squeeze which she returned.

On the ride home, he was simply about unable to keep his hands and lips off Lisa.  She was his again.  All his.  Every single part of her.  And he would make sure that every single part of her was reminded of that again tonight.

(to be continued)

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