Every morning, it was the same. As soon as Amy woke up, there was the nausea. Most of the times she was able to run to the bathroom before her stomach started to empty itself with an amazing force and tenacity. But sometimes she really was happy that the plastic bucket next to her bed had become some sort of new item of furniture.
But nausea was only one of the problems. The world was full of smells she had never recognized before. And Raj's perfumes and body lotions were the smallest of the problem. Suddenly Sheldon's talcum powder that she normally loved so much, smelled awful (and she prayed to a deity that she did not object but also did not really believe in, that in a few months, when the baby was born, she either would like the smell of baby powder again or that there were other possibilities of keeping a baby's botty dry). She couldn't stand the smell of coffee, she couldn't stand the smell of alcohol, she even couldn't stand the smell of the water that came out of the pipes.
Not to mention the food. The only thing she really liked nowadays was the apple puree that her Dad had made from the apples from Robert's garden.
Luckily, when they had visited him some weeks ago, he had convinced them of taking some more of the dozens of jars with them. Not being able to throw any food away, he had gone to the empty house a few times more and collected all the apples he could find, in order to make puree from them.
At one of his trips he had found a very lean and disheveled cat straying around the house, that he had taken with him. Sheldon had found this very disconcerting, but at the same time he was reassured now, that the empty bowl of animal food that they had seen, had belonged to an actual animal and not a phantom. And he was happy that finally he didn't have to think about the question anymore if there had been cat's or dog's food inside. Really, that uncertainty had driven him crazy sometimes.
Amy on the other hand, had been irritated about the cat's behavior. All the time it had been brushing against her legs and jumped on her lap as soon as she had sat down (which she had done often, because she was so tired). She just didn't have a proper explanation for it.
Today was their first appointment at the gynecologist. They didn't know him yet. Amy would have loved to visit her previous gynecologist again, after all, she always had felt so well in his presence, that she didn't want to leave his examination chair and he then would have told her that she overstayed her welcome. But sadly, he had quit his job. So, now there would be a new person in her live that was allowed to shot a glance between her legs.
Amy had already had her morning routine: throwing up, feeling awful, having a shower, feeling awful again (because of the smell of the water), eating a bowl of apple puree and wondering how long she would be able to wear her favorite skirts before they became too tight. She knew that Penny and Bernadette were longing for the day when they could do some pregnancy clothes shopping together, because she had carelessly promised them that they were allowed to choose some pieces for her.
Now they were approaching her car when suddenly Sheldon made a surprising suggestion: "Let me drive the next weeks."
"Why?"
"Well, I'm afraid that while you're driving you could feel sick again suddenly and since you always have to throw up so quick, this could become really dangerous while you're driving."
"Hm…, I don't know…"
"Furthermore, I need some more practice. Maybe I'll have to bring you to the hospital when the baby is arriving?"
"Honestly, I will make sure that Penny and Leonard will be around, too, but ok… Probably it's not a bad idea!"
They entered the car and after Sheldon had adjusted everything to his satisfaction, he started driving. The first meters, everything went well, but then, after a red light, when they were already rolling and Sheldon wanted to speed up a bit, he suddenly got confused with the pedals and they did an abrupt break. Immediately Amy ripped the door open and her stomach emptied itself on the street.
"You see", Sheldon said proudly. "Good, that I was driving!"
"If you had not driven, Sheldon, I wouldn't have become sick!" Amy said and looked on the street. At least, half digested apple puree didn't look very different than fresh one, so a second attack of nausea cold be prevented. But anyway, she thought it was a good idea to close the door as soon as possible and leave this place.
Amy didn't feel very well for the rest of the ride and when they entered the doctor's office, it didn't get much better. The doctor was a man in his 60's whose skin was so bronzed and wrinkled that Amy was afraid for a second that some days ago he had fallen into a giant fryer and nobody had helped him out. His sparse hair was colored in a light blonde, almost yellow, in his mouth there was a row of unnatural white looking teeth and a golden chain was hanging around his neck, the pendant almost covered by his grey breast hair, that was lushly oozing out of his widely opened pale pink button shirt.
"So… Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler and… Dr. Sheldon Cooper, what can I do for you?"
"I'm pregnant!" Amy felt so sick and just awful at that moment that her statement sounded much more desperate than she intended it to be.
"I see… Well, I have had many couples here dealing with unplanned pregnancy. I'm sure we will find a solution for the both of you…"
"Unplanned? No, it was planned!" Sheldon interrupted him. „And we succeeded finally!"
The doctor looked at Amy now. „Ah, ok… So, you're…happy… about that pregnancy? I'm sorry, you just didn't seem to be…"
Amy looked at him in confusion. „Yes, I am. I really am!" And in that moment, she really started to feel it.
The doctor sighed relieved. "Ok, that's good news. Well, then, I would say, we do an ultrasound and have a look at your little one, ok?"*
Amy smiled and nodded and wanted to lay down on the examination table.
"Ehm, I'm sorry, but the first pregnancy ultrasounds are done from the inside", the doctor explained. "I must ask you to sit on the chair."
Sheldon gulped hard. "Amy, do… do you want me to see this? Or shall I wait outside?"
"Don't be ridiculous, you won't see anything you haven't seen and touched yet!"
"Amy, please, we're not alone!" He whispered and looked at the doctor in shock.
But the doctor seemed to not hear them. At least he didn't show any reaction.
So, Amy climbed on the chair and spread her legs widely, when she put her feet on the footrests. Sheldon gulped again. He didn't want the doctor, especially not this doctor, to see her like this. This was his view only. But it became even worse. Now the creepy gynecologist was unpacking a condom.
"Wha… wha… what are you doing there?'" Sheldon stuttered, his face white from shock.
The doctor turned around and faced him grinning. "What does it look like to you?"
Now Sheldon was gasping for air.
"Relax, Dr. Cooper, this is only a protection for the ultrasound tool!"
Shaking his head slightly, he was taking now a long white tool (that somehow reminded Sheldon of the battery operated chew toy for dogs that he once had found in Penny's closet) and put the condom on it.
Sheldon still didn't understand. But then his eyes widened in shock. The doctor put that thing… inside… Amy… and started to move it around. This wasn't how he had imagined it. And he didn't like it at all… That part of Amy was his…
"There we are!" The doctor suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"Here we can see the placenta, and there is the yolk sac…!"
Suddenly Amy started crying.
"There, there…" The doctor patted Amy's thigh. "That's the hormones, you know? Your hormonal balance is so muddled up right now, that some animals, like cats for example, can even smell it. Do you also suffer from nausea, my dear?"
Amy nodded and sniffed.
"Well, there's not much you can do, but I can give you a sample pack of globules, maybe that helps you."
Homeopathy? Sheldon liked this doctor less and less…
"Oh look, there's the little embryo!" the doctor said now.
Sheldon looked at the screen and although normally he didn't like babies at all, he had to smile immediately. "It looks like a gummi bear with its little stumpy arms and legs!"
"Can you see if it's a boy or a girl?" Amy asked the doctor.
"Oh, I'm sure its intersexual, Amy!" Sheldon chimed in.
"WHAT? Why do you think that?" Amy looked at him with big eyes.
"Well, he's kind of right", the doctor now confirmed. "The gender of the child hasn't developed yet, but it will start the next days. Hopefully!" He winked at them grinning.
"Ok. Can you see how old the baby is?" Amy asked now.
"Yes, it's eight weeks old, you can see that from…"
Sheldon wasn't listening anymore. Eight weeks old, that meant, it must have been conceived… his eidetic memory was skimming through all the times they had sex… OH MY GOD! NO! That wasn't possible…
It had been a distressing day for both of them. A lot of work to do in the institute, a lot of discussions why Amy wasn't pregnant yet and on top, their TV had broken down.
Sheldon wanted to sleep badly, but he just couldn't. His mind was swirling around all his problems and just let him not find any peace. He first tried to sleep on the back. Then, because that suddenly was as uncomfortable as hell, he lay on his stomach. Not better at all. He turned at both of his sides, tried it for some minutes there and then finally again on his back. No chance for sleeping.
Amy was probably asleep a long time ago. At least she was snoring slightly.
He sighed. There was one thing that always let him sleep immediately like a baby. But that was very inappropriate. Very much. On the other side, desperate times called for desperate actions, didn't they? He looked at his bedside table. Tissues were there. He sighed again, then laid back and let his hand slide in his pants. A short time after, he had found a steady, fast rhythm. He was almost there, when he suddenly the light went on and he heard Amy's voice next to him.
"Sheldon, what are you doing there? Am I right in the assumption that you're masturbating?!"
"No! No, I… I… you're right... I'm sorry…" He felt awfully ashamed (and therefore he was happy that he still had his eyes squeezed shut because of the sudden light). It was the first time that Amy had caught him. Although she knew that he was experienced in it. After all, Leonard and him once had told her the story of the day when they met Penny after they returned home from the high IQ sperm bank.
"Why are you doing that? You're not only disturbing me in my efforts to fall asleep and soiling the bed linen, you're also wasting your precious high IQ sperm!"
"I just cannot sleep... And doing it… you know, it helps me a lot finding peace and falling asleep finally."
"I know, I often do it, too…" Amy admitted quietly after a while.
"What? And why do you make me feel guilty then?"
"Because my eggs don't get lost, no matter how often I come. And I don't soil the bed." Amy answered sassily.
"But the real question is" she said after a while "why do we secretly pleasure ourselves instead of sleeping with each other?"
"Probably because it's not fun anymore", Sheldon admitted. "It's all about finding the right time in your cycle (which is not easy, because it's not regular), doing it in the best position for conceiving, afterwards lying there in awkward posture for making sure the fluid stays inside you… I don't feel loved anymore when we have sex, I have the feeling I'm only your sperm supplier."
"And I have the feeling of only being a sperm conceiver. And all that puts so much pressure on me. I'm always thinking I'm doing something wrong." Amy now blurted out almost crying.
"You don't do anything wrong", Sheldon comforted her now. "Come here." He took her in his arms and stroked her hair. After a while she lifted her head and kissed him. First softly, but then the kiss grew firmer and firmer.
"Sheldon?"
"Hm?"
"What if tonight we forget about all the rules we have set for ourselves and just have some fun with each other? Tonight, we won't think of conceiving at all. What do you think?"
"That sounds wonderful. What do you have in mind?"
"Honestly… I would like to watch you, when you… do it to yourself!"
"Really?!"
"Yes, I'd like to see it. The idea really gets my motor running…"
"Ok, but only when you do it simultaneously, too!"
Amy gulped. "Ok, that seems fair!"
They both slowly let their hands slide into their underpants while they were studying each other's faces.
"Somehow this feels even more intimate then real sex, don't you think?" Sheldon asked after a while.
"It does. I have never felt so close to you before", Amy whispered.
They just watched each other, feeling their own arousal grow and seeing the lust in the other one's face.
"Would you do something for me?" Sheldon asked Amy hoarsely after a while "Can you please go on your knees and then lay your head on the bed?"
Amy did it and Sheldon moved her nightgown up, until her bottom was naked in front of him.
"Go on", he encouraged her softly "pleasure yourself again."
He watched the fingers of her hand moving on her folds back and forth again, her thumbs on her clit, he heard her moaning and then suddenly she pushed two of fingers inside herself and he saw her juices flow over her wedding ring. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen, he lost his mind completely and without another thought he plunged his mouth on one of her buttocks, that had driven him crazy all the time and started sucking it while he was fiercly rubbing his painfully throbbing penis.
Oh, this was incredible, the taste of her flesh in his mouth, the smell of her juices, how she moaned under him. He felt so dirty, but so good, so damn good…
Suddenly there was Amy's voice again, begging, almost imploring. "Sheldon, I know this is not what we have agreed on, but I don't want to come without you. Please, take me, I need to feel you."
He didn't wait another second, grabbed her by they waist and pushed himself strongly inside her. OH DEAR LORD, that was different! So tight and… OH GOD, so good, so good... He felt and heard how his testicles were smacking against Amy's thighs, faster and faster, louder and louder, his hands gripping her waist, his gaze went to her bottom full of hickeys directly in front of him and OH SWEET HEAVEN, he felt her come, her tight walls squeezing him in the most delicious way and with a scarifying animalistic throaty sound he came, too, emptying himself in her, on her ass, on her hands and on the sheets, making him tremble, falling down on Amy, clinging on her, gasping for air.
After a while, he kissed the skin about her coccyx, smiled and closed his eyes. It was amazing, he felt this every time in a new way, what his arousal was able to do to him, his genius brain and his fears. This animalistic ride of joy surely didn't have created any new life, therefore they had lost too much "material", but they had overcome their problems and gotten even closer to each other and that was all that mattered tonight.
For a moment, he considered what if they had been successful today, what details he would be able to share with his kids. But then he rejected this idea as total nonsense, snuggled himself up to Amy, who was already lying on the bed again, tucked the bed linen around them and fell peacefully asleep.
"Dr. Cooper? Dr. Cooper? Are you alright? You're alternately turning red and white?! Would you like to lay on the examination table for a while? I'm sure I still have some globules, that could help you…"
"No, thanks, Dr., I'm fine!"
"Are you sure, Sheldon?" Amy had just finished dressing herself.
Sheldon just nodded.
"Well, you two lovebirds, I guess then we're ready for today! See you in four weeks!"
"Can't wait!" Sheldon mumbled and stormed off the room, dragging Amy with him.
* I have read that in the US normally the doctor doesn't do the ultrasound on his own, but this is done by an ultrasound tec. But since I have no experience with that and somehow I have no idea how a gynecologist's appointment for a pregnant woman could like then, I decided that in this story the ultrasound is done by the doctor itself, as I know it from Germany.