Originally, I had this story intended to be T-rated. But after all that sadness in the last chapters I thought something more "entertaining" wouldn't hurt, right? Furthermore, this is a story about having kids and well, somehow, they have to be conceived don't they? So, M-rated for this chapter and maybe for future ones!
Two and a half blisters of birth control pills, three menstruations (that were accompanied by heavy cramps, but fortunately they had the marigold tea) and two weeks later, the day was finally there. Amy and Sheldon were going to have unprotected sex for the first time in their life. It was frightening, exciting and somehow they felt very, very solemn. Today was possibly the day when they created new life, when they made a new human being and when the irreversible decision who their first offspring would be, was made.
Sheldon had insisted that it happened with dignity. After all, if his child would ask him one day, under which circumstances he or she had been conceived, he would want to be able to look in that kid's eyes without shame and tell the whole, true story. When Amy had asked him how much truth he found appropriate for a little child and Sheldon had answered that he planned to be completely honest and detailed with his explanations from the beginning, this had (after a while) led to a heavy discussion about the question if children need to believe in Santa Clause or not, in which they just couldn't find any consent. After that fight, they both had not been sure anymore if they ever would be able to raise a child as a team. But in the end, they had decided that they just would have to try their best.
So today was the day. Everything was prepared for their lovemaking being as dignified and solemn as possible. They had bought a new mattress, that gave the best support to the lumbar area. They also had purchased new bed linen, that were made from ecological produced and fair-traded cotton. They had cleaned the bedroom and themselves properly. They even had placed some candles around the bedroom, although Sheldon only had agreed to this when Amy had allowed him to keep a fire extinguisher next to his bedside table.
Now they were lying in their bed, facing each other in the flickering light of the candles. Amy was smiling tenderly at her husband, but Sheldon seemed lost in his thoughts. The idea of what they were going to do, the possible significance of this night, the expectations he had on his own succeeding, gave him a hard time of getting in the right mood.
"I have to admit I'm quite overwhelmed right now", he admitted after a while. "Can you imagine how it must have felt for the people in the past? When they got married to somebody they have never lived with before, then in the wedding night they had sex for the first time in their life and on the top, there was the not so small chance for them to get pregnant at first try? How is it possible people survived that mentally? I know I couldn't have."
Amy carefully caressed the sensitive skin behind his ear with the tip of her index finger. "Well, I guess we're really lucky to live nowadays and have the chance to experience all those things step by step and at the time we're ready for them. And with the person we want to."
She paused and spoke again after a while. "But if you aren't ready tonight, we don't have to do this."
"I guess I am ready, I just don't think I'm able to, you know…" He looked at her apologetical.
"Let me see want I can do", Amy said softly and then started to let her hand wander under the sheets, heading for the middle of his body.
She started to stroke his soft, warm penis lovingly, felt how it slightly twitched under the sensation of her moving fingertips, how the blood started to rush in, how it slowly increased in volume and grew harder, how it started to straighten up, how after a while the foreskin slowly slipped away and the wet, smooth tip came peeping out of its covert.
Encouraged by Sheldon's soft moaning, she gently pushed the sheets aside from their bodies and bent over his arousal now. She took his hand in hers and with the other one she started to stroke his shaft, letting her thumb slowly slide up and down. Sheldon moaned louder and let his head fall back into the pillow when her mouth closed cautiously around his tip. His free hand went to her head and shoved into her hair, pushing her even deeper on him. "Is this alright for you?" he whispered with closed eyes, hoping desperately she would agree. Amy only squeezed his hand approvingly, in order to not hurt him with her teeth by giving verbal consent.
She let her tongue dart out and encircle his corona, feeling the change in texture of his skin, then back to the little hole in the front where she let her tongue make tiny circles, while she watched the expressions of growing lust in her husband's face.
"Oh God, we can't tell this detail to the kids, no way!" Sheldon exclaimed, as Amy flickered her tongue cautiously against his frenulum. "I guess we can skip this detail in our report", Amy agreed, then she let her lips slide down as far as possible, taking him in almost completely, and started sucking. "Oh, please don't ever stop this", Sheldon moaned, while one of his hands was still holding Amy's head tightly and the other one tried to get hold of the flowered sheets. He started to move his pelvis unconsciously, lifting his hips, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. His whole body was trembling with lust now. "Amy! Oh God! Please go on, go on, this is so good…" He arched his back, his eyes were closed, his mouth open, his face mirroring all the glorious feelings that Amy were giving to him.
But suddenly he teared his eyes open, remembering their plan. "Oh dear Lord, we have to stop! My gametes are almost on their way, I can feel it. Lay on your back, Amy, fast, that's the best position for conceiving! I'm sorry, I haven't asked you: are you ready?"
She nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.
Sheldon positioned himself on top of Amy and thrust into her vigorously. He couldn't wait much longer, even not for her. The desire for release had overcome him. He imagined those millions of gametes inside him, begging to get released, to start their journey, their competition, to follow the call of Amy's ovum. And there was the chosen one. It would have to be strong, to fight for itself and to find its way to the ovum. He imagined how those two parts of their future child were longing to find their significant other, to join and become one, the ovum waiting with open arms for the one gamete that was right, the chosen one, just like Amy had waited for him patiently with open arms, until he had finished his journey and his fight and finally found his way to her.
In this moment, he felt a huge wave of love for Amy rushing through him and tears started to fill his eyes, when he whispered a heartfelt confession of love against her lips before he kissed her with great tenderness, knowing that this time there wouldn't be enough time for her to join him in his ecstasy. Some more thrusts and he was there, coming undone, opening the doors, releasing the millions of little fighters, each of them bearing another genetic material, being the half of another optional child, of another future.
Exhausted, he let his body sink on Amy's and closed his eyes. But suddenly there was panic, again. Now they couldn't influence anything anymore. Their bodies would do everything on their own, their gametes would make the agreement completely alone, without them, Amy and Sheldon, having a word on it. They would have to trust them blindly, although it was common knowledge that the kids nowadays never did what they were supposed to do, so what to expect from two halves of a kid? How could they ensure that the right decision was made, that the ovum let the right sperm in?
He confessed his fears to Amy.
Amy thought that if a child was born, exactly this child would be the right one and it would be impossible to imagine another one and that the mere thought that this child would not exist if the circumstances of conceiving had been different would be unbearable.
"But how can we ensure that everything goes the right way at conceiving so that exactly this future child is created? How can we ensure that your ovum doesn't chose the wrong sperm? What are the odds that your ovum choses exactly this one, right sperm?" Sheldon was wondering now.
„Is that a rhetorical point or would you like to do the math?" Amy asked to make him feel better for a second.
"I'd like to do the math."
"I'd like that, too."
"Yeah, but since we don't know the exact amount of sperms I have just put into you and we also don't know if you will conceive this time at all, I fear it's a hopeless endeavor. But I think we can say that the chances for a certain sperm to succeed are incredibly bad." He shrugged his shoulders in defeat.
"You know Sheldon, we shouldn't worry about this. However the future concerning our kids will look like, it will be the right one. I guess if we now could influence something to make sure it becomes right, it would be wrong in the end. It's like in those time travelling movies you enjoy watching so much. Somebody travels back in time to improve the future where he lives, but by his interference the future where he lives doesn't exist anymore."
"I actually had a similar discussion with the guys some years ago. But what if our interference was successful and – "
"Please, just let fate take its course, Sheldon. Everything will be good the way it will be."
"Pff, fate. You don't believe in that yourself!"
"No, but I don't have a better expression for it right now. Furthermore, is it more reasonable to believe in time travelling?"
"Well, I – "
"Daa, daa, daaa, da-da! Dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum…"
„2001: a space odyssey, good choice. But only this one, Soft Kitty wouldn't have worked, just to let you know!"
Amy didn't get pregnant in this night. And not in the night after and not on the next try. And after some weeks the heart beating excitement retreated and was superseded by normality again und one day they almost had forgotten that Amy wasn't on birth control anymore.
I hope you liked this chapter as well and I'm looking forward to your reviews!
I have to admit that sometimes it's really hard for me to find the right words for my stories, since English is not my native language. I use google translator and other tools a lot, but sometimes I'm not sure if the words suggested there really have the meanings that I had in mind. And sometimes the words I'm looking for just don't seem to exist in English language and I have to find a way to describe it otherwise. So, if there's something in my way of writing, that seems odd to you, please just give me a hint, because I really would like to improve my English writing!