Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everything but the plot and unknown charecters.
This is an idea that I've been playing around with for a while. Jesse finds out that it's highly unlikley that he will be able to bear children, and him and Suze have to figure out how they will start a family.
Well, that's all I got to say about that...
I also have a one-shot lemon that I was working on, but I can't open it. If I ever can, then I'll put it up.
Suze's POV
"Oh, yeah..." I said, pulling the covers over us. "I DEFINATLY got knocked up that time."
Jesse chuckled deeply, pulling me close to himself. We had been married forthree years, and trying to have a kid for, oh, abouteight months. But nothing had worked. We had tried every everything we could without a fertility clinic, hoping that it would just happen naturally. But our hope was running thin.
"I hope so, Querida." He whispered, kissing my hair softly. "Because you're wearing me out."
I laughed. Well, it was probably true. But when ever I'm ovulating, I try to cram as much sex as possible in our schedule. During that week, we had done it two, sometimes three, times a night with sometimes a quickie before heading for work (Jesse, the ER; me, Carmel Times. CeeCee and I worked together. She did the writing and interviewing, while I took the pictures.)
"Although, it isn't exactly a horrible way to get exhausted..." He said suggestivly.
I adjusted myself so I was lying on my back, looking up at Jesse as he rested his head on his palm. "Um...I think you should call the fertility clinic, Jesse."
His smile faded slightly. "I mean, we need to face facts. We've been doing it practically non-stop for eight months, trying many different aphrodisiacs and sexualpositions, and nothing has happened." I breathed in deeply. "It might not be possible for us to do this naturally."
He nodded, understanding. "I'll call first thing in the morning."
An uncomfortable silence fell. Usually, silence between us didn't bother me, especially post-sex silence. But the thought of not having a baby. Well, that was kind of unsettling.
"You know, it might not be anything, really." I told him.
"Right. It could just be that... we're trying to hard." Jesse said, struggling to find an end of that sentence.
"I love you." I told him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"I love you too, Querida." Jesse said, before beginning to drift to sleep.
"We will have children." I said. The only response I got from Jesse was a one armedsqueeze, pulling me closer to him.
Two weeks later
Jesse's POV
"Jesse, can you answer that?" Susannah asked from the kitchen as I walked though the door. As soon as I had shut the door, the ohone had started ringing.
I quickly grabbed the phone in the living room. "Hello?" I asked in the reciever.
"Hello. This is Dr. Harris from the fertility clinic. We have your test results in." He told me.
I sat down, loosening my tie as Susannah walked in, mixing what smelled like a dessert. "Would you like me to tell you over thephone or would you like to make an appoitment?" He asked.
There was no way I could wait for the results. I switched the phone to speaker. "Go ahead, Doctor." I said as Susannah put down the mixing bowl, revealing cookie mix.
Susannah grabbed my hand and kissed me on the cheek quickly as the Doctor continued. "Well, Suze's results were normal. But Jesse's tests didn't go so well."
I gripped Susannah's hand. That was the worst news I could hear. "While you aren't infertile, you still have a low sperm count. They also have low mobility. It would be extremely difficult for you to father children."
At that moment, I felt numb. It was hard to believe that all along, I couldn't have children. I felt so inadequate once I realized that I couldn't give my wife a family.
I barely registered Susannah get up, take the phone off speaker phone and set an appoitment. She came back and sat down with her legs curled up underneath her.I looked up at her. She hugged me fiercely, giving me comfort and strength that I always felt when I had her arms around me.
"I'm so sorry, Querida." I told her, holding her tightly. I was afraid to let her go. Afraid she wouldn't be there anymore if I did. She's an angel here on earth who deserved all she wanted. She wanted a family, like myself. Andit hurt so much that I had failed.
"This isn't your fault. We'll figure this out. We will have a child." Susannah said firmly before kissing me softly on the lips. It was a brief, innocent kiss. "I love you. Don't forget that."
I rested my head on her shoulder, inhaling deeply. "I love you too." It was the most I could say. I still couoldn't believe that we couldn't concieve children naturally. But luckily all hope wasn't lost. If it was 1850, we wouldn't have a chance in having a child. But medical technology was so much more advanced now. I focused on that hope.
Eventually, a smoky smell filled the living room. "What's that smell? Is something burning?" I asked.
Susannah suddenly pulled away with a panicked look on her face. "My cassorole!" She shrieked. She had been trying to perfect the art of cooking ever since we had decided to start having children. I picked up the cookie mix and brought it into the kitchen. The smoke filled kitchen. Susannah was putting out a fire in the kitchen caused by what looked like a ham and potatoes cassorole.
I opened the door that led to the back yard to let some smoke out. "Damn it!" She shouted. "That's the second time this week!"
The first time, Susannah and I had gotten a little carried away. Making out on the couch.
"OK..." She grabbed the phone book and phone and sat down on the counter, flipping through it. "What are you in the mood for? Chinese, pizza, or do you want to make reservations somewhere?"
I shrugged. "Whatever you want is fine." I told her.
"Jesse..." She whined. "You know I can't live with that kind of answer... Be decisive."
"Fine. Lets stay in and order pizza."
"O.K. Pizza Hut, Dominos, Papa Johns... Pick one."
I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Whatever you want is fine."
Susannah laughed, looking as beautiful as she did the day I met her. I couldn't help but walk over to her, and put my hands on her waist. She put her arms around my neck and looked down at me with a smile that could make me forget about everything else. "I knew I'd make you smile." She said.
"Querida, you always make me smile." I told her, because it was the truth.
"Aw. Your sweet. But I'm hungry." She said. "Papa Johns sound good?"
"Sure." I told her. She pulled away and started dialing. "Now what toppings do you want?"
She gave me a very cynical look.
Meh, I know it's short. But it'sa start.
Review if you think I should go on with this.