know how it works. But this whole thing just rubs me the wrong way.”
“Well then I guess it’s a good thing you aren’t going to be his surrogate then,” Lateisha snapped, standing and tossing her cereal bowl in the sink and storming out of the house.
This was hard enough for her as it was, she didn’t need Becky to make it worse.
Chapter 4
Sitting in the exam room, alone, waiting for the doctor was so nerve wracking for Lateisha. She nervously tapped her foot against the little ledge of the exam table, trying to keep her mind off of what was going to happen. Well, what might be going to happen. The doctor told her she needed an ultrasound to determine if she was ovulating or about to ovulate before they could do insemination. The doctor said it was promising that she had her period two weeks before but that not all women had twenty-eight day cycles. Lateisha, despite being a nurse, knew nothing about all of that. She was trained as an ER or trauma nurse but did some specializing in geriatrics and pediatrics and none of that involved the reproductive system.
Running a hand over her tight curls, Lateisha sighed. This was taking entirely too long and her nerves couldn’t withstand it. She retrieved her phone from her purse and texted Becky.
Lateisha: I’m so sorry. I’m just a bit frazzled about all of this.
Becky: It’s okay. I was a bit of a bitch.
Lateisha: You were, but I love you anyway. ?
After she cleared the air with Becky, she decided to check on Facebook to see what was up with her high school friends. Twenty minutes later she realized they were doing better than she was, even the ones without college degrees. Cursing silently under her breath, she put away her phone and frowned. Maybe after all of this was over she would focus more on her career. Maybe.
“Lateisha Aaron?” The doctor came in and shook her hand, “I’m Dr. Gates.”
“Yes,” Lateisha answered, relieved that someone finally came in. “The nurse told me that you have to perform an ultrasound and exam first?”
“Yes, I’d like to make sure you aren’t too late in your cycle before we do this. I’m surprised you and your husband didn’t come in for a checkup first before you decided to do IUI,” The doctor replied, motioning for Lateisha to lie down.
“Oh he’s not my husband, we, I mean I…” Lateisha paused, unsure of what to say. “I’m just carrying a baby for him, that’s all,” Lateisha said with a little more sadness in her voice than she should have allowed; than she should have felt.
The doctor nodded but didn’t respond. It was for the best she didn’t because Lateisha wasn’t sure what else she could have said. Lateisha lay back and stared at the ceiling during the exam. When the doctor was done she rolled in the ultrasound machine and checked to see if Lateisha was ovulating.
“Well, I have good news!” The doctor exclaimed, clicking the machine off.
“I can’t wait,” Lateisha said dryly.
The doctor chuckled as if it was the most hilarious thing she heard all day. “You are just about to ovulate so the insemination should go off without a hitch.”
Lateisha nodded as the doctor left the room to inform Bryce. Here goes nothing.
*****
Bryce sat in the waiting room brooding. He wasn’t sure why he was so surly this morning, except for maybe sexual frustration after what happened the other night. Lateisha looked gorgeous again this morning when he walked into the doctor’s office and saw her sitting there. She was dressed plainly but it didn’t matter. To him she looked like a million, or possibly a billion, bucks. Growling with frustration, Bryce rubbed a hand over his face, unhappy to find stubble forming. He didn’t know why he skipped his shave this morning but being here on time to meet Lateisha felt more important. Now he was regretting how scruffy he looked. With his hair still in need of a cut and his face full of stubble, Bryce didn’t recognize himself in the mirror across the room. Shaking his head he sat back, only to see the doctor come through the exam room doors and head toward him. Bryce stood up quickly, bumping his knee on the chair’s arm as he went. Stifling a curse, he stood up straight, pushing his unkempt hair back from his forehead.
“Mr. Henderson. Everything checked out great. We just need your sample and we are all set to proceed.”
Bryce winced when the couple sitting next to him smirked at the doctor’s words. Now everyone in the place would know he was going into a back room to jack off. Great. He could just see the headlines now. Bryce Henderson pleasures himself in OB’s office. The country would think he was a perv.
“Right,” he answered, following the doctor back with a scowl.
She left him in an exam room and told him someone would be back in twenty minutes to collect it. The pressure was on and Bryce did not think he could perform under these conditions. For the first five minutes all he did was walk around, trying to ‘get it up’. When that didn’t work he decided to sit down and relax on the exam table. The doctor was nice enough to leave him a little cup but that was about it. He began to think of Lateisha and the other night. Before he knew it his erection was pressing hard against his suit pants begging to be freed. Not willing to over think it, Bryce undid his pants, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft. He closed his eyes, picturing Lateisha all but naked in the back of his limo. He groaned and began to massage his cock, which was now as hard as a rock. Bryce imagined that Lateisha didn’t spook and they hadn’t stopped. Prior to Gerry interrupting them, Lateisha had her hands wrapped around his length and it felt so good. Just thinking about it now made him even harder. He suppressed a moan and massaged faster, pretending he was buried deep inside of Lateisha as she had her beautiful legs wrapped around him. Bryce’s balls tightened and his hips bucked and at the last second he remembered to grab the cup before he came.
Bryce blinked, reality coming back to him. Heat flushed his face as he just realized what he did and where he was. It took him several minutes to collect himself but he washed himself off and capped the cup returning it to the counter on which he found it. Five minutes later a knock sounded on the door. Without looking at the nurse, he handed the cup over and headed towards the waiting room, relieved to find the couple who smirked at him earlier had already gone.
*****
“We’re all set!” Doctor Gates, chipper as ever, returned to the room.
In her hand she clutched something that looked eerily like a turkey baster.
“Now lie back, feet up in the stirrups. This won’t hurt at all, but we will need you to lay with your butt up for a bit afterwards,” the doctor said.