All four of those times we’d done it without a condom.
I understood her need.
Yet, the thought of wearing a condom made something hurt inside of me.
My cock maybe.
I liked her bare. The thought of not having her how I wanted her was quite disappointing to say the least.
I was brought back to reality when I felt something hot and wet slide down my neck.
I closed my eyes and said, “Henley?”
“Yeah?”
“Is there something on my neck?”
Henley paused in her perusal of her condoms and I suspected looked over at me.
“Oh, no.”
It was bad.
I knew it.
“Did she throw up on me?”
“Ummm,” Henley hesitated. “On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if she did?”
“I’m not mad…but I feel it leaking down my back.”
And that’s how my last day home with Henley went…cleaning up throw up.
And not just from Autumn.
Apparently, Henley was susceptible to smells and threw up when she was thrown up on.
Who knew?Chapter 27You cannot make everybody happy. You are not a taco.
-Words of Wisdom
Henley
I didn’t know what I’d been thinking.
I should’ve never attempted to do this all the week that he was gone.
I’d just met with two women, both of which were having my babies—yes, that does sound weird since I was a woman—and both of them looked at me like I was lint between their toes.
It was more than obvious that both women didn’t care for me.
The women that did this kind of thing for the company that we used were hoity-toity bitches.
I would know. I’d literally just spent an hour with each woman going to their doctor’s appointment that confirmed that they were, indeed, pregnant.
Though, our count was lower than we once had thought.
Apparently, Baby A in Surrogate 1 had perished sometime in the last four weeks—which they said was normal this early in the pregnancy. Though each fertilized embryo was implanted successfully, it was normal for one or even both to be lost.
The doctor seemed to think we were doing well, and I believed him.
I was still kind of sad that one hadn’t taken, but I was upbeat as well because the doctor said that, on the next appointment, we would be able to see the baby’s heartbeat.
Surrogate 2 still had two living embryos inside of her.
And at four weeks gestation, both were doing what they should be doing.
I felt drained, and I hadn’t even been the one to go through the appointments.
Lucky for me I had the rest of the day off.
Tomorrow I’d be doing the shoot for Baller Magazine with Furious George’s wife the center fielder for the Lumberjacks, wife. Her name was Wrigley, and she was the nicest person I’d ever met outside of my family.
I had to be there at one, and I planned on visiting the babies in the NICU at the hospital since I hadn’t done that in well over two weeks.
Thursday I’d visit the ICU, and Friday was my scheduled flight.
But for now, I had my phone in my hand to call Rhys.
He answered on the second ring and sounded more than excited to speak with me.
“How did it go?” he asked breathlessly.
He sounded like he’d been running.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” I asked worriedly.
“Sprints. I’m done for now, though. Tell me quickly what happened,” he ordered, sounding excited.
I did, explaining the entire day, down to the way that the two surrogates made me feel.
“Bitches.” He sighed. “I’m sad to hear that only one is viable in the first one. I really had my heart set on four.”
I relayed another thing that the doctor had told me today. “He also said that multiples were common in invitro like we’re doing. He said that he was surprised that neither embryo split, making eight.”
“Oh, God.” He moaned. “That I don’t think I could have handled.”
“The doctor said that as well. He normally encourages us to narrow it down to two embryos. Which I’m glad that we didn’t have to do. The surrogates could’ve legally done it themselves if they hadn’t wanted to carry that many,” I explained.
He made a sound in the back of his throat. “Well…” he hesitated. “I’m glad that we didn’t either. But…I’m worried that they’re making you feel unwanted. This is supposed to be a fun process. They weren’t like that when we met with them before.”
“You also were there, and cute. Oh, and they’re carrying Rhys Rivera’s babies,” I pointed out.
He grunted. “Not by choice. If I’d had it any other way, you’d be the one carrying my baby and no other woman.”
I felt my insides warm. “Well, other than that.”
A whistle blew, and he sighed. “It’s my turn again…call me before you go to bed, okay?”
I promised that I would…and would be happy that I did.
***
“You in bed already, baby?” he asked, sounding sleepy.
I nodded. “I am.”
“Can we switch to Facetime? My arms hurt and I want to prop the phone up so I can see you, too.” He paused. “We didn’t do arms today…and my body aches.”