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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.
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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