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laughed out loud. She needed sex? He’d never really been propositioned so eloquently before, and what’s more astonishing is that he knew he was going to follow through. The bastard really had him cornered. “When was your last period?” he demanded.
Emma gasped and looked down once again. “Um….well, that is to say…” Goodness! She knew she had to do this, and she’d finally done her research and understood why he needed to find out that information, but did he really have to be so blunt?
“Emma, don’t fool around. I’m down to eight minutes. Either tell me, or get to a doctor and have him give me the most optimum time to get you pregnant. We need to be expeditious about this and your cute little blushes won’t help.”
Emma cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes. You’re absolutely correct. I apologize for being…” she thought back to his statement and remembered his word, “non-expeditious but bear with me since this is the first time I’ve actually contemplated trying to get pregnant.”
“We’re both in the same boat there, Emma. My encounters to date have been about avoiding that outcome so I’m working on mentally bracing for this event myself. But I have priorities so we need to go about this properly.”
She cringed at the implication that any child born from this effort would be only an “outcome”. “If you wouldn’t mind, we’re going t o have a baby. Not an ‘outcome’ . I know that you’re not generally the fatherly type, but having a child is still a wonderful thing,” she said softly. “We shouldn’t be so cavalier about this.”
“Quite right,” he said with a grimace. “Your period?” he prompted again, glancing at his watch.
Emma ignored the painful blush and stared at her hands. “ The first day of my last period was on the eighteenth.”
Jason glanced down at the calendar on his computer and raised an eyebrow. “So you’re at your peak fertility in two days’ time. Correct?”
She could only nod. She stood up and handed him a piece of paper. “Here’s an address where we can….conceive,’ she said awkwardly, remembering the tour of the fertility clinic. She’d even been shown the room where the men would be sent to provide the male half of the donation, along with all the magazines and movies that would….stimulate…a man’s interest so that he can attend to his business even in a clinical setting.
“What’s this?” he demanded, noting the address on the paper.
She sighed and stared at her fingers again. “It’s a place where….” A lump formed in her throat at the thought of conceiving a son…or even a daughter… “we can combine both of our donations to better insure the desired outcome,” she finally said and looked out the window.
“I see,” he said, assuming she meant to meet him in a hotel room. It was probably some upscale suite where she’d get all her flowers and champagne, something to remember the conception with. “When would you like this to happen?”
Emma cleared her throat and twisted her fingers. “Well, if you could cooperate a day before peak fertility, that would give time for the….activities to happen after the fact,” she explained, thinking of how the doctors would need to put the sperm and eggs together in a dish to ensure fertilization. She now knew so much more about the whole process than she’d ever wanted to know. She’d always pictured conceiving of her children with a loving husband, in a bed, perhaps after a delicious dinner and lots of love and affection. Doing it this way, in a clinic with doctors helping with each step seemed…intrusive.
“Fine. Make an appointment with my assistant and she’ll make sure I’m there,” he said dismissively.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s great,” she said and started to stand. But then she
Emma gasped and looked down once again. “Um….well, that is to say…” Goodness! She knew she had to do this, and she’d finally done her research and understood why he needed to find out that information, but did he really have to be so blunt?
“Emma, don’t fool around. I’m down to eight minutes. Either tell me, or get to a doctor and have him give me the most optimum time to get you pregnant. We need to be expeditious about this and your cute little blushes won’t help.”
Emma cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes. You’re absolutely correct. I apologize for being…” she thought back to his statement and remembered his word, “non-expeditious but bear with me since this is the first time I’ve actually contemplated trying to get pregnant.”
“We’re both in the same boat there, Emma. My encounters to date have been about avoiding that outcome so I’m working on mentally bracing for this event myself. But I have priorities so we need to go about this properly.”
She cringed at the implication that any child born from this effort would be only an “outcome”. “If you wouldn’t mind, we’re going t o have a baby. Not an ‘outcome’ . I know that you’re not generally the fatherly type, but having a child is still a wonderful thing,” she said softly. “We shouldn’t be so cavalier about this.”
“Quite right,” he said with a grimace. “Your period?” he prompted again, glancing at his watch.
Emma ignored the painful blush and stared at her hands. “ The first day of my last period was on the eighteenth.”
Jason glanced down at the calendar on his computer and raised an eyebrow. “So you’re at your peak fertility in two days’ time. Correct?”
She could only nod. She stood up and handed him a piece of paper. “Here’s an address where we can….conceive,’ she said awkwardly, remembering the tour of the fertility clinic. She’d even been shown the room where the men would be sent to provide the male half of the donation, along with all the magazines and movies that would….stimulate…a man’s interest so that he can attend to his business even in a clinical setting.
“What’s this?” he demanded, noting the address on the paper.
She sighed and stared at her fingers again. “It’s a place where….” A lump formed in her throat at the thought of conceiving a son…or even a daughter… “we can combine both of our donations to better insure the desired outcome,” she finally said and looked out the window.
“I see,” he said, assuming she meant to meet him in a hotel room. It was probably some upscale suite where she’d get all her flowers and champagne, something to remember the conception with. “When would you like this to happen?”
Emma cleared her throat and twisted her fingers. “Well, if you could cooperate a day before peak fertility, that would give time for the….activities to happen after the fact,” she explained, thinking of how the doctors would need to put the sperm and eggs together in a dish to ensure fertilization. She now knew so much more about the whole process than she’d ever wanted to know. She’d always pictured conceiving of her children with a loving husband, in a bed, perhaps after a delicious dinner and lots of love and affection. Doing it this way, in a clinic with doctors helping with each step seemed…intrusive.
“Fine. Make an appointment with my assistant and she’ll make sure I’m there,” he said dismissively.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s great,” she said and started to stand. But then she
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