"Gidge, this says two days." Franky came back into the bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of the blonde.
"Hm?" Bridget had drifted back to sleep while the younger woman had been using the washroom.
Their alarm wasn't set to go off for another hour, but the brunette had woken up early and decided to take her ovulation test. She'd been taking the hormone pills for almost two weeks, and it was time to start monitoring her cycle more closely.
"It says two days, that's Saturday. That's early." Franky pulled up her calendar app on her phone. "When I counted, it was supposed to happen on Monday."
"Just counting isn't always entirely accurate. That's why we got the tests, yeah?" The blonde reached out, in her half asleep state, and placed a comforting hand on the other woman's back. "We'll call the clinic in a few hours and let them know."
"Will they even be able to do it on a Saturday?" Franky asked, as she placed her phone on the dresser.
"Yes, baby. She said they work around your cycle." Bridget opened one eye just enough to see the time on the clock. "Lay down with me." She reached behind herself, and patted the bed.
The blonde felt the younger woman stand, then a second later, felt her lay down on her own side of the bed. Bridget turned over, took Franky in her arms, and pulled her close, letting the brunette bury her face against her neck.
"What if they can't get the sperm here and ready on time?" Franky asked, quietly.
"They were going to bring it in right after you called and told them you'd started taking your pills, remember?" The blonde knew that the younger woman had a lot on her mind right now, so she wasn't surprised that she'd forgotten.
"What if something happened though, or if it got here and it's no good anymore?" Franky knew she was being a bit irrational, but she couldn't help herself.
"They would have told us by now if there was a problem. This is what they do, baby. We just have to trust them." Bridget held her a bit tighter.
"I know. It's just hard sometimes," the brunette mumbled against the blonde's neck.
"I know. I love you," the older woman said softly.
"I love you, too." Franky snuggled in closer to her.
"Let's try to get a bit more sleep." Bridget rubbed her hand up and down the brunette's back. She knew that always calmed the younger woman, and before long, she could tell that she'd drifted back to sleep.
"Vera, How's it going?." Bridget took a seat at the lunch table in the staffroom next to her friend.
"Good." The governor smiled as she placed her phone back into the pocket of her jacket. "Yeah, good."
"That's good." The blonde returned her smile. "I'm glad you're here actually. I've been wanting to ask if you know what's going on with Lana. She's missed our last two sessions, and I'm just a little concerned."
Bridget thought she'd been making progress with the inmate. Lana had appeared to be more relaxed in their last few sessions, and she'd even started accepting the offer of tea, and snacks. So, needless to say, when she'd failed to show up for not one, but two sessions, Bridget was disappointed, and concerned.
"Uh…" Vera retrieved her phone from her pocket, typed something quickly, and dropped it back in.
"Is everything okay?" The blonde knew it wasn't like her friend to be tied to her phone, so she was worried there was something wrong.
"No, I mean, yes, everything's fine." The governor flashed her a quick smile. "Um, Lana has spent the past 4 days in the slot."
"What? What happened?" Another wave of disappointment hit Bridget.
"She got in a fight in the exercise yard." Vera gave her an apologetic look. She knew that the psychologist had been putting in a lot of work with the young woman. "The other inmate ended up in medical. It was quite a brutal beating."
"I'd like to see her as soon as possible." The blonde knew that letting Lana sit in the slot alone, would do nothing good for her state of mind.
"I can arrange something for later this afternoon if you'd like," Vera offered as she took a bite of her lunch. Since Franky had returned from filming the show, she'd kept up her promise again of sending Bridget with an extra meal for her friend.
"That would be great." The blonde felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
From: Franky
I got an appointment for 1pm on Saturday. Do you think Vera can watch Em, or should I
ask Liz? We could do brunch before we go. X
"Uh, do you have any plans for Saturday afternoon?" Bridget looked up at her friend, who shook her head. "Would you be able to watch Em for a couple hours? Franky and I have an appointment we have to go to. She says she'll make brunch for everyone."
"Yeah, I can do that, but is Shayne not there?" Vera didn't mind helping out, but she thought there was already another adult in the house.
"Oh, yes, he is, but we kind of decided we wouldn't ask him to look after her. He's great with her; they play games sometimes, but I'm just not sure what would happen if she got sick, or hurt, or really upset about something. She usually wants someone more familiar in those instances." Bridget didn't add that Shayne had also been leaving from the restaurant when he was done with Franky for the day, and spending his evenings elsewhere sometimes, and she wasn't sure if he'd be around. He never came home drunk again, or brought anyone with him, and he was always quiet if he came home late, so they hadn't said anything to him.
"Yeah, that makes sense." The governor gave a small nod. "Is everything okay, though?" It had just struck her that Saturday was a weird day for them to have an appointment together.
"Yeah, absolutely. It's just something we need to look after." Bridget did feel bad not letting her best friend in on what was going on, but she and Franky had decided to keep it to themselves until they were far enough into the pregnancy to be sure it would stick.
Vera nodded again, seeming to accept her friend's answer.
The blonde looked down at her phone again to send a reply to her wife.
To: Franky
Vera said she can be there. X
When Bridget looked up, she noticed that Vera had been on her phone again as well.
"You have something going on there?" The blonde nodded towards the governor's phone, which was laying face down on the table.
"No, I'm just, there's some books on eBay I'm trying to win and there are a few bidders going for them." She cleared her throat, and took another mouthful of her food.
"Hm, okay." Bridget knew that her friend was an avid reader, but she'd never been one to hunt down books like that. She concluded that maybe they were a special edition or box set, and left it at that.
The blonde waited while Fletch opened the door to Lana's cell.
"You can leave us." Bridget gave him a small smile as she stepped into the cell.
He looked at her, then at the inmate huddled in the corner of the bed. "Alright." He hesitated. "But I'll be watching on camera. So don't try anything." He spoke louder, and directed the last sentence at Lana.
"Thanks," the blonde said, giving him a look that said she thought his last comment was unnecessary. She liked Fletch, and he had looked after Franky well while she was in there, but he lacked some of the people skills that the other guards possessed. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, making sure to give the young woman lots of space. "Hello, Lana."
"Fucking took you long enough." The inmate spat back.
"I came as soon as I'd found out what happened." Bridget was used to this type of thing from inmates, and she let it slide. "I thought you might like to talk."
"How come you didn't come find me after I missed the first session?" Lana wiped her cheeks.
"It's not uncommon for inmates to miss a session here and there. I became concerned after you missed the second one today, and asked the governor where you were." The blonde sat a package of biscuits on the bed between them.
"It's that cunt's fault that I'm in here." She looked at the food, but made no move to take it.
"I heard there was a fight in the yard. You put another inmate in the hospital." Bridget didn't want to push her too much, but she was curious to know what role the inmate thought Vera had played in her current situation.
"Yeah, and now I'm in here for a fucking week!" She wiped at her eyes again.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?" The blonde sensed that there was more to this than just a simple fight.
"It doesn't matter." Lana took a deep breath. "I'm stuck in here. I've lost my yard privileges."
"Lana, I want to help you, but I can't do that if you don't tell me what's going on." Bridget tried her best to convey her understanding. "Was it self-defence?" She'd drawn a lot of similarities between the young inmate, and Franky, over the course of their sessions, and she didn't feel like Lana was someone who would beat up another inmate for no reason. If she was right, then the young woman had either been protecting herself, or someone else.
"I can't tell you right now." Lana tilted her head towards the camera mounted in the upper corner of the cell.
The blonde understood. She rarely got much information out of any of the inmates outside of her office. There were eyes and ears, human or electronic, everywhere, and none of the inmates wanted to be seen talking too much to a staff member, or be overheard spilling too much information.
"Okay, we can talk about it when we have our next session in my office." Bridget gave her a small, friendly smile.
"Can we go there now?" Lana sat up a bit straighter.
"I'm afraid not. The governor only approved a session in here." The blonde gave her an apologetic look. "We can talk about anything else though if you'd like."
"Just piss off." The young inmate huddled back into the corner again.
"I'll book you in first thing after you're let out of here." Bridget stood to leave. "And if you decide you want to talk, I'll come back."
She raised her arm to the camera, indicating that she was ready to leave. It was only a moment before Fletch appeared at the door.
"She can't keep those," he said, pointing to the small package of biscuits that Bridget had left on the bed.
"Come on," the blonde whispered quietly enough that only he could hear her.
"Fine," he sighed. "Don't make me regret it." He directed his last comment again to the inmate sitting on the bed as Bridget made her way past him, and out into the corridor.
"You ready for today, baby?" The blonde felt Franky stir beside her.
"I think so. I'm nervous and excited at the same time." The younger woman gave her a soft kiss on the lips, which quickly turned into a deeper one.
"Mm, Franky." Bridget gently pushed against the brunette's shoulder. "We can't right now."
"Why not?" she asked, placing a kiss on the older woman's jaw.
"Because we invited Vera for brunch, and she'll be here soon." The blonde smiled as Franky gave her a final, quick kiss, then pulled away.
"I'm a horny teenager lately." The past few days, the brunette had been feeling the effects of the hormones she'd been taking. She was more emotional, and more sensitive, among other things.
"It's okay." Bridget let out a small giggle. "If we didn't have plans, I'd gladly help you work off that energy."
Franky playfully slapped her on the butt, earning another giggle from them both.
"I think we should shower separately this morning." The brunette gave her a knowing grin.
"Good idea. You can go first, and then I'll go while you're cooking." As she watched the younger woman leave the room, it took a surprising amount of self-control for her not to get up and follow Franky to the shower. Her sex drive had definietly increased since they'd been together, and she was glad that they were on the same page.
The brunette noticed that the door to the guest room was open. She quickly glanced into the living area, and saw no one. She concluded that Shayne must have spent the night somewhere else. Again, she didn't care if he wanted to spend time with his friends, but she wasn't sure whether to expect him for brunch or not.
"Where are you guys going?" Emily asked the brunette as they worked on making brunch for everyone.
"I told you, bub, we have an appointment. We won't be long, probably just a couple of hours." Franky put her arm around the young girl's shoulders, and gave her a squeeze. She'd just told her that Vera was on her way over to look after her while she and Bridget were out.
"Good morning, guys!" Vera greeted them as she came into the kitchen.
"Oh hey!" Bridget greeted her as she set the plates out on the table. "Is Shayne going to be here?" she asked the brunette.
"Not sure, but set a place for him in case," Franky said as she quickly checked the food on the stove. "Good to see you, Vera."
They were almost ready to sit down to their meal when Shayne showed up.
"Just in time," the brunette said as she circled back to his spot at the table, and placed some food on his plate.
"Now, I'll get you to put on the robe, and the doctor will be in to see you in just a few minutes." The clinic nurse placed a robe and blanket on the examination table before she left.
"I'm really nervous, Gidge," Franky said as she began to undress.
"I know, baby, but you can do this," the blonde tried her best to soothe and reassure her wife.
Bridget had noticed that as the insemination appointment neared, the brunette grew increasingly restless. She sensed that it was a mix of excitement, and nerves. She had also been experiencing the same feeling for the past couple of days, but she pushed it aside in order to be the support that Franky needed right now.
The brunette had just finished changing when there was a quiet knock on the door, and the doctor peeked into the room.
"Good to see you both again," Dr. Ryan said, giving them a big smile. "How are you feeling?"
"Nervous, but otherwise good." Franky gave a small nod as she spoke.
"Some nerves are to be expected. And how about you?" she asked Bridget as she sat down at the small desk.
"Oh, um, I'm good." The blonde had been caught off guard. She wasn't the patient, and she didn't expect the doctor to ask about her. "A little nervous, like Franky, but also excited."
"All normal, I assure you." Dr. Ryan opened the file she'd brought with her. "You've been taking the medication I prescribed?" She looked up at the brunette, who nodded her head. "Good. First thing we need to do today is another ultrasound to make sure there is an egg that has been released."
"What if there's not?" Franky was quick to assume the worst.
"If there's not, and there's not one that looks like it will be released within the next day, then we'll wait and try again next month." The doctor caught the look of disappointment on both their faces. "I know that's not what you want to have happen, but there's no point in doing the insemination if there's no egg there. Why don't you lay down on the table, and we'll have a look?"
The brunette climbed up on the table, and laid down. She took a deep breath as she felt the doctor push the robe up, exposing her stomach.
Bridget could feel the younger woman's nerves even from across the room. She got up, walked over to the examination table, and took the brunette's hand in hers.
"Is it okay if I stay here while you do it?" she asked as she gave Franky's hand a small squeeze. She was on the opposite side of the table as the doctor, but she wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to be in the way.
"Of course." Dr. Ryan squeezed some gel onto the brunette's stomach. She watched the screen carefully as she moved her hand. "There."
She had said it so softly that Franky wasn't sure that she'd heard correctly.
"You see one?" The brunette lifted her head slightly so she could see the screen, but the image on it meant nothing to her.
"Yes. There's one there." She switched off the machine and grabbed a piece of paper towel to wipe off the gel. "We can definitely do this today if you're sure that you're ready."
"I'm ready." Franky's answer came immediately. "Gidge?"
"Yes, baby." Bridget leaned down and placed a kiss on the brunette's forehead. "I'm always a 'yes', but it's your call."
"Yeah." Franky made eye contact with the doctor, and nodded.
"Okay, I'll be back in a couple minutes. Just try to relax." She patted the brunette's knee on her way out of the room.
Dr. Ryan returned a few moments later carrying a tray with all the instruments she'd need for the procedure laid out, along with the sample.
"So again, this will feel a bit like the pap smear. Some women say they feel a bit of a pinch or pressure when the tubing is inserted, but it only takes a second, then any discomfort should be gone. Ready?" The doctor had prepared everything she needed while she was talking, and was just waiting for Franky's approval to begin.
"Yeah." Franky closed her eyes, and took a deep breath as she felt Bridget squeeze her hand.
The blonde focused on her wife, and watched her face. She noticed the younger woman's eyebrows knit together slightly just for a millisecond, but she gave no other sign of any pain.
"There." Dr. Ryan placed the blanket back over Franky's lower half, and began gathering her things.
"That's it?" The brunette knew she'd said it would only take a few seconds, but she was prepared for something more significant.
"That's all." The doctor gave her a small smile. "You'll need to stay lying down for at least fifteen minutes, but some women prefer a bit longer. It's up to you, and there's no rush. Now, you shouldn't do anything too strenuous for the next couple of days. Just give your body time to do it's work."
"I, uh, read some stuff online, and it seems there's mixed opinions on whether or not or even how soon afterwards you should, or I mean when it's safe to have sex." Franky for some reason felt a bit awkward asking a doctor if she was allowed to be with her wife.
"While there's no scientific evidence either way, there is a belief that having an orgasm will encourage conception. I can't promise it'll help, but it certainly won't hurt anything as long as you take it a bit easy." Dr. Ryan knew that some people were uncomfortable talking about certain topics, but it was her job to give her patients the best possible advice. "You can take a pregnancy test after about fourteen days, but because of the hormones you're on, you can get a false positive. If you don't get your period, you'll need to call and make an appointment, and we'll confirm with an ultrasound. If you do get your period, and you want to try again next month, then you'll need to start taking the pills again, and make another appointment when you're ovulating."
"Does it happen for many people on the first try?" The brunette asked quietly.
"I've seen it happen, yes, but for women your age there's about a ten to twenty percent chance." The doctor was never one to give false hope.
"Okay." Franky gave her a half-hearted grin and a nod.
"I'll leave you now. If you have any questions, feel free to ask on your way out. If not, I'll see you soon, hopefully." Dr. Ryan gathered her things, and left the couple in the room to wait.
"I'm really excited, but I'm scared that I'm too excited. Like the more excited I am, the more disappointed I'll be if it doesn't happen each time." The brunette had been looking up at the ceiling, but now turned to face her wife.
"Let's make a deal. Let's say we're allowed to feel however we want, and we'll just deal with things as they come along. If you want to be excited, then be excited, no worries, no guilt. It's an exciting thing, and if it does work this time, then you want to have the good memories to look back on, not just a bunch of worries and stress." Bridget knew that Franky was right that they may be setting themselves up for a harder fall later on, but when she saw the huge smile on her wife's face, in that moment, she didn't care.
"I like that." The brunette reached out and pulled the older woman in for a kiss.
"This is a good way to spend the fifteen minutes," the blonde whispered softly, earning her a small giggle from Franky.
"Definitely." She smiled against Bridget's lips.
"This is beautiful." Franky said as she entered their bedroom.
The blonde had made her wait while she placed some candles around the room, and it was now bathed in a soft light.
"You didn't have to do anything special." The brunette smiled as she began to undress.
"I know, baby, but this is a special night." Bridget thought that having a night like this on the day that their child would potentially be conceived would take some of the clinical aspect out of it, and make it somehow more romantic.
"I'm definitely not complaining." Franky had finished undressing, and slid into bed beside the blonde, who was already naked.
Bridget wrapped her arms around the younger woman, and ran her fingers lightly over her back. She could see the goosebumps appear on the brunette's upper arm in the pale light from the candles. She gently pushed on Franky's shoulder signalling to the other woman that she wanted her to lay on her back, and when she compiled, the blonde wasted no time moving so that she was sitting on top, straddling her.
"So that's how it is tonight, huh?" The brunette asked as she admired the older woman's body.
"Mhm." Bridget smiled as she gave a small nod. "So just relax." She ran her finger down the middle of Franky's stomach.
"I will." The younger woman gave her a half grin as she sat up, putting the blonde in her lap. "But I want to get you off first."
Bridget felt the brunette's soft lips against her neck and collarbone. It was a statement that was hard to argue with. She was about to reply when she felt Franky's fingertip brush lightly over her clit, and a small moan escaped her lips. She figured that was enough of an answer.
The brunette let her fingers move over Bridget's folds a few times, and heard the older woman's breathing change each time they passed over a sensitive spot. She felt the blonde move against her hand, and Franky knew what she wanted. The younger woman lifted her head, and connected their lips as she held her fingers just at Bridget's entrance. She felt the blonde nip at her bottom lip, a signal she had learned meant that the other woman was getting impatient. She wasn't sure it was something that Bridget was even aware that she did.
"I want to feel you, baby," the blonde mumbled against Franky's lips. She took in a shaky breath as she felt the brunette's fingers slide in easily, and slowly. She felt the younger woman start to pull away from their kiss. "Stay," she said softly as she placed a hand behind Franky's head to hold her in place.
The brunette could feel Bridget pushing down hard on her fingers. The blonde had set a steady pace for herself, and seemed in no hurry. Franky gently curled her fingers each time she hit the deepest point inside, and was rewarded with the small sounds that the older woman made against her lips.
The younger woman resisted the urge to flip Bridget onto her back. She could already feel the small flutters of the blonde's muscles around her fingers.
"That feels really good." Bridget rested her head against Franky's shoulder. She'd had to break their kiss. She was becoming too distracted by the feeling that was steadily building in her stomach.
The brunette had matched the other woman's pace, and now brushed her thumb softly across Bridget's clit. For a couple of moments, the only sounds in the room were the two of them breathing, and the small moans and whimpers coming from the blonde.
"I'm really close," the older woman mumbled as she wrapped her arms tighter around Franky's neck.
A grin played at the corners of the brunette's mouth. She loved how easily she could make Bridget feel good and reach orgasm.
"I've got you." Franky turned her head, and placed a small kiss next to the blonde's ear.
A few seconds later, Bridget's orgasm ran through her. The brunette slowed her pace slightly, trying to draw it out for the older woman as much as possible.
"Fuck," the blonde breathed out. It had been more intense than she was expecting. She had been intending this night to be all about Franky, and showing the younger woman her love, but she hadn't realized how much her body had been wanting attention as well until that moment.
Bridget lifted her head and kissed the brunette hard. She leaned forward causing Franky to lay down on her back. As the blonde settled in on top of her, she felt the younger woman guide her leg so that Bridget's thigh ended up between hers.
She smiled as she felt Franky move against her; felt how wet she was already. "You're horny, aren't you, baby?"
"Yes." The brunette didn't see any point in denying it. It was listed as a possible side effect of the medication she was taking, and she had definitely been experiencing it the past few days.
She felt Bridget all over her. She felt her lips now working their way down her neck. She felt her hand running down her side. She felt her thigh in between her legs, giving her much needed contact. She groaned as the blonde took her left nipple into her mouth.
Bridget took her time, gently licking, flicking, and sucking. She could tell that Franky had picked up her pace, and her breathing was getting faster.
"Don't come yet, baby." The blonde grinned as she looked up, and met the younger woman's green eyes.
"It feels so good." Franky's body was screaming at her to keep going, but she slowed down anyway.
"I know." Bridget moved up the brunette's body, and gave her a slow kiss as she felt a quiver in Franky's thigh that was beneath her.
She had planned to draw it out a bit more, but it was obvious that wasn't going to work. The blonde worked her way down the younger woman's body, kissing down between her breasts, then following the branches of her cherry blossom tattoo until she was able to settle in between her thighs.
Franky let her left leg fall to the side, and felt Bridget hook her arm around the other. She felt the blonde kiss the soft skin on her inner leg as she made her way towards the younger woman's centre. Along the way she stopped a few times to leave small bites or suck on the sensitive skin, and Franky knew there would probably be a mark there tomorrow.
Bridget ran her tongue up the brunette's folds a couple of times before she circled her clit with the tip. Franky let out a moan, and raised her hips slightly, trying to get more contact. The blonde guided her back down onto the bed as she began to slowly flick the small bundle of nerves with her tongue.
The older woman brought her free hand up to the brunette's opening, and began to push slowly inside.
"Gidge." Franky tried to get the blonde's attention, but realized that she hadn't said it loud enough. "Gidge."
"Mm?" Bridget looked up.
"Can I hold your hand instead?" the brunette asked as she reached down. She was a bit sore from the procedure, but she hadn't realized it until the other woman had tried to insert her fingers.
"Yeah, of course." The older woman linked their fingers together, and lowered her head again. She heard Franky moan as she sucked on her clit a bit harder this time.
"Fuck." Franky tightened her grip on the blonde's hand. "Don't stop."
A few more flicks of Bridget's tongue was all it took for the brunette to come with a loud moan. The blonde continued her movements, and after a couple of seconds, a second wave of pleasure seemed to run through the younger woman.
"Oh my god." Franky laid, looking at the ceiling, catching her breath.
"Not god, but close." Bridget had made her way back up so that she was face to face with the brunette, and wore a smirk as she turned one of the younger woman's lines around on her.
"That was so good, babe." She reached up and pulled the blonde in for a kiss.
"I could tell. Let's hope Shayne is a heavy sleeper." Bridget let out a small giggle. "I love you."
"I love you, too, babe." Franky gave her another kiss as she pulled her in next to her side.
"There's something else we need to do soon," the blonde said as she rested her head on the younger woman's shoulder.
"What's that?" The brunette could already feel her sleepiness setting in.
"We still need to have our honeymoon. Even if it's just for a weekend." Bridget ran her fingers back and forth over Franky's stomach.
"I forgot about that." The brunette felt bad. She wanted that to be something that she and the older woman had to look back on.
"There's been a lot going on. We should do it soon though." she snuggled in a bit closer.
"We'll pick a date tomorrow. Promise." Franky could feel herself drifting off, but she did manage to catch Bridget's reply of 'okay' before she fell asleep.