Hands are tied together with soft silk above her head, attached to the headboard so that if left her squirming and writhing with her husband's head buried between her thighs in absolute dedication to making her cum.
"Jackson, please– please! I need to cum." April begged him.
Their lives had mostly fallen back together on the premise of making a baby and finally starting their own family. Things in the bedroom had become a little wilder, and Jackson had been the one who had done a lot of research on the matter, wanting it to be sooner rather than later. Even though she was thirty and he was thirty-two, they both wanted multiple kids, which meant the sooner the better on all counts. Having lots of sex? Easy. And he'd seen a study claiming that the female orgasm supposedly boosted the odds having a boy. Whether or not that was worth believing, he wasn't sure. But he knew they both wanted a boy first: him, because he was sure he knew how to raise a boy and didn't have a clue what to do with a girl. April just wanted to make sure the oldest would be a big brother.
"You will, baby, you will," Jackson reassured her, nipping at the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. The vibrator resting beside her is picked up and pressed against her core, turned on and up to a medium setting. She squealed and moaned, her thighs shaking with the effort to try and not cum before he said anything.
He could see how hard she was trying to hold it back, though, and didn't wait any longer. "Just like that, baby girl," Jackson encouraged her. "Cum for me, precious."
Nothing more than that needed, April came wildly and loudly, swearing with just about every swear word in her vocabulary intertwined with his name.
Only then does he adjust his grip on the vibrator to move it out the way, pushing himself inside of her. He'd been hard and aching for her for far too long now, and already listened to the sound of her begging for his cock. He gave it to her – quick and hard, hips snapping inside of her roughly. And she's beautiful with the way that she moaned for him, fingers and hands squirming in their binds, desperate to touch him and hold onto him as he thrust into her.
"Feels so good." April was far too much of a mess to be able to get out much more than the, the combination of him moving inside of her and the vibrator pressed against her sensitive slit not cutting her any breaks when it came to the pleasure coursing through her. It was nearly too much – just shy of that, having her seeing stars and shuddering even when she wasn't coming.
Jackson grunted in agreement before picking up the pace. He only paused and pulled out of her on impulse to turn her over, leaving the vibrator on underneath her before pushing himself back inside of her. A hand smoothed up the curve of her spine before latching onto her hair, twisting it into a ponytail and giving a slight pull the arched her spine, pushing her ass back against him. There's a slight spank of her rear that earns another punctuated moan from his wife, enjoying the slight pink twinge that appeared across her pale skin after.
"It's your turn to cum for me, baby," April urged him. It was all becoming too much for her to handle, the deep thrusts inside of her and the vibrations making her shake. She loved it when he spanked her rear far more than she'd ever been able to express to him in words – yet he knows, certainly, with every reaction that she gave him. She's become dirtier than they have ever imagined when they first got married.
It's not long before his own pleasure had become too much for him to bury and he's emptying himself inside of her, a few more hard snaps of his hips given before he's buried to his hilt and emptying his seed in her. His finishing and being pinned down with the vibrator buzzing against her clit is more than enough for April to finish loudly again, panting and squirming. Hint is taken and the vibrator was quickly switched off and tossed away for a moment so that it didn't become too much for her to be able to bear pleasurably. But it's just about all either of them can do besides collapse against their mattress, attempting to catch their breath once again.
"That was amazing," April breathed out.
"You're amazing," Jackson countered without missing a beat. "Here," he passed over one of the pillows to her. She already knew what to do from the first time he'd brought it up, lifting her hips and tucking it underneath to try and give his sperm a better chance. "Atta girl," he commented, grabbing one of her hands with hers and kissing her knuckles individually.
"It's kind of hot, you know. How into the baby making thing you are. Besides the sex part. I mean– that's hot too. But usually, the rest of it's all up to the woman." April commented, head turning over to look at him and smile as he placed another warm kiss on the back of her hand.
"When I told you that I wanted a family, I meant it," Jackson brushed off her compliment with a slight shrug of one shoulder. "You've got another doctor's appointment this week, right? Making sure that everything's all good?"
A nod answered his question, turning her head back to stare at the ceiling. The chlamydia accident had been forgiven. That wasn't something that April was going to hold against it no matter how upset she had been when she'd found out about it. She didn't want this to be a bitter thing, a relationship that still had grudges staining it. "Yeah, just double checking everything," she echoed the sentiment.
The doctor appointment comes and goes by without a hitch. This time, there's a little more of a rush on her bloodwork given what had happened last time and her own persistence, but it comes back clean. As does Jackson's when he goes int the next week to get himself checked out and make sure that everything on his end was fine, too. Both doctors said they should be good to go, April's OB/GYN predicting that it wouldn't take more than a few months before she was pregnant with child.
That was good news for the both of them.
Spring passed, and so did summer. Pregnancy tests were taken every other month in anticipation of a little plus sign finally settling in their lives and giving them a new kind of hope and excitement for the future. But every test comes back negative, her period following in late a couple of days later. Soon the two of them had already been trying for ten months and hadn't had any luck.
More appointments are made, the next one always more stressful than the last. At the beginning, she attended them by herself, not wanting to ask Jackson to take off work when it was something that she could handle on her own. That didn't seem appropriate until she actually fell pregnant and there was something for the both of them to see and awe over. But that had slowly changed with each passing month. The both of them sit nervously inside of one of the patient rooms as they wait for the blow of news that this month would bring them.
"Well, we've checked out quite a bit. You still have plenty of eggs for your age. And, Dr. Avery, as I've discussed with your physician – your sperm shouldn't be the problem either," Dr. Montgomery started with them. "I'd like to do a specialized x-ray with you, April, called a hysterosalpingogram and make sure that your tubes aren't blocked or damaged. It's a pretty common reason for issues with getting pregnant in the first place, cuts off the sperm from meeting the egg. With the x-ray, we place a dye through the cervix using a tiny tube. If it's all clear, then on the x-ray, we should see it go all the way through to your ovaries. Otherwise, we'll be able to tell that they're blocked."
"Okay, sure," April agreed with a slight bob of the head.
"What would cause the fallopian tubes to be blocked? April's as healthy as they come."
"Most commonly, a previous surgery, endometriosis, or… an STD."
A pregnant pause saturated through the room. Hands are been held together amidst all of their nerves and April suddenly withdrew hers from his, straightening up her spine. All three of them knew about the incident with chlamydia – even though she hadn't spilled the beans to Dr. Montgomery about the full extent of Jackson's sexual history, she'd made it clear that she'd gotten it from him and no one else, that they'd both taken the antibiotics and gotten past it.
Or thought they'd gotten past it.
There's nothing that either of them can say in front of her, not without exploding into a fight that no one else needed to stand witness to. Jackson wet his lips, releasing a sigh before finally breaking the tense silence between the three of them.
"How soon can we schedule the x-ray?" He asked, his gaze shifting to his wife.
"I can squeeze you in this afternoon," Dr. Montgomery answered.
"Thank you, Dr. Montgomery." April responded shortly before shooting up after her seat, an obviously forced smile taking over her features. "Just send me a page whenever you have time for me." She wasn't capable of sitting in the same space for any longer, taking off out of the room and down the hallway before anyone else had a chance to properly react.
Jackson glanced at the retreating form of his wife, offering an apologetic look to her doctor. "Sorry, I guess there's still something there that we have to talk about." But he can already feel the blame there, sitting on his chest, before April could say anything. This was his fault. "I'll talk to her. Thank you for your time." He continued.
"Of course. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you both," she offered politely.
Following his wife's lead, it doesn't take long for him to carry down the hallway and catch up with her form. She'd taken to pacing near the nurse's station of the emergency room, a place that she often hid inside of as often as possible when it came to stress. He knew how she dealt with things: she buried herself in her work, hid away from talking about whatever problem was on her mind. The distractions helped her on a superficial level, he knew, but it didn't get at the deeper problem that she now needed to deal with.
"Can we talk about this?" Jackson answered, hand moving to her arm to try and keep her from walking away.
"I don't think we should," April continued to pace. "Not until we know for sure. I don't– I'm mad, Jackson. I am so mad right now that I am literally seeing red. And maybe it's nothing. Maybe she's wrong and it has nothing to do with that. So right now, I am living on that very thin maybe with the hopes that this anger I'm feeling right now is just a waste of time." She explained. "You should just… go away. And I will talk to you after the x-ray."
It's hard for him to accept her words, even though he can tell that there's nothing but harsh truth pouring out of her. Jackson took a deep breath, bottom lip pulling between his teeth for a moment before he gave in with a nod of his head. He dipped down to try and get a kiss from him, but he's not surprised when she slipped away from him.
"Okay," he breathed out with disappoint. "I'll see you later."
The x-ray is highly anticipated for him, but Jackson doesn't go down to witness it himself. He doesn't want to intrude, doesn't want to be there if the news is bad for her to take it out on him.
April, on the other hand, dreaded it. As thin as the hope was that she held onto, she was a doctor. Statistics and facts weren't something that she could cast aside quite so easily, especially not when she dived into a world of numbers for the sake of defamiliarizing herself with the current research. She knew these things on a diagnostic level, knew when to run tests confirming for them, but she'd never shown any symptoms. When it had come up in her blood, it'd be a surprise. Yet now, she felt like an idiot for not thinking about the cause of her failure to get pregnant sooner.
A text shows up on Jackson's phone just around the time that he was wondering if she'd had the x-ray yet, telling him not to wait for her and that she'd meet him at home. He's not sure how to interpret the text but it's his instinct to try and deny her request, wanting to check on her and make sure that he was okay. But if it was what she really wanted… he needed to listen to her right now, when they were walking on eggshells.
Sitting on the couch at home, there's no entertainment to be found on the football game on the television. All he could think about was April and how she was doing, wondering if the scan had gone alright or if she'd receive the sour news that the both of them had been trying to prepare themselves for. Normally, he worried about his wife and the anxiety that she dealt with on a daily basis, but today? His own was eating him alive, stirring a sense of nausea inside of his stomach as he tried to deal with it. He could only wonder how she managed to deal with it every day.
The front door opened and he jumped up, twisting his head to see his wife walking in the front door and letting out a breath of relief just at the sight of her. She doesn't look happy, not by any means. But she's home, she's safe, and at least they can talk about it.
"How did it go?"
"My fallopian tubes are blocked."
Her answer is a deadpan, dropping her purse and keys down on the counter. She went through her routine of taking off her shoes and coat, disappearing down the hallway toward the bedroom to change out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable. There's a pause where he debated with himself whether or not he should follow, or wait and see if she'd venture back out of the bedroom on his own accord. The clock ticked by three, four, five minutes… and he gets up, moving to follow her.
"Is that all Dr. Montgomery said?" Jackson inquired with a frown.
"Apparently IVF is an option," April turned to face him, plopping down onto the bed with a sigh. "IVF babies run more risks than naturally conceived ones. I know it's a small chance. And we'd have to do this with any children we have. I just… really wanted to have a baby of our own, the normal way." Small tears had begun to form in her eyes, head dropping so that she didn't have to face him with the wetness in her eyes.
"Baby, this isn't a bad option," Jackson moved to sit down next to her on the bed, his hand moving to her knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're still going to have an awesome kid. Maybe it's not as fun as having sex, but it's a baby. That's the important part. It doesn't matter how it gets here, that's going to be our baby. You're not going to care if it was sex or IVF or anything else when you get to hold that little boy in your arms." He encouraged her gently, hand rubbing her thigh gently to try and soothe some of her fired nerves.
April sighed gently but leaned into him, head falling naturally into the crook of his shoulder. "I know that you're right," she breathed out. "I just.. I thought we were past it. You know that I never really liked what you did, I just… stopped complaining, stopped judging. But this is just something else. I don't know how to deal with this." She admitted.
"We deal with it one day at a time." A kiss is pressed on top of her hair, arm wrapping around her frame and stroking her hair softly. "We don't have to make a decision right away." He offered.
"There's also laparoscopic surgery, to open them back up. Dr. Montgomery didn't recommend it, though. Apparently, the chances are less than half and it can lead to ectopic pregnancy afterward, too. She really thinks that IVF is the best option. She wrote me a prescription for some fertility drugs but I haven't gotten it filled yet. It just seems like a lot to go through with."
"It's a lot to process," Jackson agreed quickly. "Which is why we can take some time, think about. You're thirty, April, not forty. We don't have to rush it as much as you think we do. We'll be parents on our own time, whether it's this year or the next." Both arms finally wrap around her, pulling her against his chest and onto her lap to hold her properly. His chin rested on top of her head, breathing in the familiarity of her scent.
"Okay," April agreed quietly, not wanting to push out the panic further tonight.
"And it doesn't mean we can't stop trying, either," Jackson suggested. "If anyone's going to defy the odds, it's us."
A small huff of laughter rose her chest and she shook her head against him, a hand wrapping around one of his and giving a tight squeeze, appreciating the reassurance in every form that he offered her it.
"You really think that your dick and sperm are that magical, huh?"
"Let me prove it to you."