Chapter 33
"Wow, what was that?" Briana panted as she lay in Brian's arms after intense lovemaking.
"I haven't the foggiest idea," he replied as his breathing slowed. "But this baby making thing could make a better workout than going to the gym. And ten times more fun."
She giggled, rolling onto her side to look at him. "That good, huh?"
"Damn right," he replied, a wide smile curling his lips. "So you think we were successful in fertilizing some eggs?"
"For heaven's sake, Brian, this isn't going to be an instant process," she laughed right before the phone rang.
Brian looked at the caller ID. "Figures dumbass would have bad timing as usual." He picked up the phone. "This better be good, El Senor; I was just enjoying the afterglow with my wife."
"Brian, good lord!" she laughed again, burrowing under the covers.
"Shit, that's the greeting I get right after I go through the torture of seeing my regular doctor and sitting in the waiting room for two hours before that? Some buddy you are," Paul groaned.
"You actually went? I better check and see if hell froze over yet." Brian lit a cigarette. "Seriously, though, what did they tell you?"
"Well, it doesn't look like anything too serious from what they could tell so far, but yeah, apparently it's a good idea to go see that specialist just as a precaution."
"Which means you're making the trip."
"I'm booking our flight and hotel as we speak, in case you were going to be a smart ass about it. Hey, and I talked to Kurt. He wants to show us around when we get there."
"The more you tell me about this, the better the idea sounds. Now aren't you glad I talked you into it?"
"Yeah, yeah, don't break your arm patting yourself on the back, short stuff. By the way, you owe me five hundred bucks."
"I'll have the check written out when you get your ass over here. When's the appointment?"
"I managed to get in a couple days after you get back from Australia. I would have had to wait about three or four months otherwise, but Kurt evidently had some pull there and got me in earlier."
"So much for him being a 'TNA yahoo', huh?"
"Yeah, you win, dude. So I'm guessing you talked to Bree about that other thing?"
"You could say that," Brian answered happily. "And then some. Anyway, nice to know you're going to be all right, buddy. Nadine's supposed to come over later too; maybe you can drop by and the four of us can go do something."
"Sounds cool. We better not get too drunk, though; you know what happened at the bowling alley when you and Bree celebrated your engagement, and the last thing we need is to piss off the girls again."
"With your condition, you don't need to be dancing or bowling anyway. I'm sure we can find something a little more Paul back-friendly and keep us out of trouble at the same time. See you tonight, man."
That evening:
"Hey, Nadine," Paul grinned when he showed up, seeing her at Brian's door. "What are you doing out here?"
"Believe it or not, no one's answering the door," she replied.
"What? I just talked to dude this afternoon; he specifically said you were coming over, so it isn't like they're not expecting us." He pulled out his cell phone. "Here, let me try something."
Paul dialed a number and made a face. "Hey, dopefuck, answer your phone and then your door, Nadine and I are out here."
He snapped the phone shut. "This is bullshit."
"Wait," Nadine spoke up. "It's open."
"What the hell? Brian's stupid ass must have forgotten to lock it again. Bree would shit herself if she saw that."
"Never mind that; let's go in and see what's up with them," Nadine said.
"Well, nobody around here," Paul answered, checking the kitchen and living room. "Want to take a chance and check in the back?"
"May as well," Nadine shrugged.
"I just hope to Christ no one broke in because asshole forgot to lock the door," Paul sighed as they headed toward the bedroom, where both heard low moaning.
"Fucking hell!" Paul hissed.
"What's going on?" Nadine asked.
She then peeked in and covered her eyes as she dragged Paul away toward the living room. "Oh my God!" she gasped.
"Oh, gee, thanks a lot, Nadine; now I think I'm going to puke," Paul said, plopping down on the couch, his head in his hands. "Sabes que, did I really need to see Brian's bare ass bouncing up and down in the fucking air? Oquela."
"Well, now we know why no one responded when we came in the door," she replied, a little pale.
"And why Brian shut off his phone. Jesus. I know they just got married, but this baby making thing is getting a little out of control. Then again, leave it to your cousin to marry perhaps the horniest cruiserweight in the WWE."
"You aren't kidding there. Should we leave and come back?" Nadine wondered.
"Nah, they probably don't even know we're even out here. From what we saw, they were pretty well into what they were doing in there. I guess I could get us a beer while we're waiting, though."
Meanwhile:
"Oh God," Briana whispered when they finished.
"What?" Brian asked.
"Shh. I think someone's in the living room."
"Shit! That has to be Nadine or Paul. Or both. You don't think they heard us….?"
"At this point, I don't care," Briana giggled. She slapped his bare ass.
"Ouch! Damn, woman!"
"Come on, we better get decent. Last one to the shower is a rotten egg."
"Oh it's on like Donkey Kong," Brian laughed, chasing her down the hall.
Twenty minutes later, both emerged, freshly dressed and groomed, into the living room where Nadine and Paul still sat.
"Make yourself at home, Paul," Brian said, not failing to notice his best friend had helped himself to the Doritos and a second beer.
Paul looked up at him and shuddered, taking a long swig of beer.
"What's your problem?" Brian wondered.
"Let's just say I saw a side of you I hadn't seen for a long, long time," Paul answered. "And it's going to take another year and me getting very drunk to erase the image burned in my mind."
Brian raised an eyebrow and then began to laugh, realizing what Paul had been referring to.
"So….how is that family planning going?" Nadine asked knowingly.
"It's….interesting," Briana smiled back.
"And fun," Brian added. "Any ideas for dinner? I worked up an appetite."
"I'm sure you did, dude, in more ways than one," Paul commented, trying not to choke on his beer.
"You know, there's this new Italian place down the street that just opened we haven't tried yet," Nadine suggested. "Anyone game?"
"Ah pasta," Brian grinned. "Someone is speaking my language. Any objections?"
"As long as they have hot sauce, it's all good," Paul nodded. "I need to piss before we leave, though."
"Stay out of my fucking beer, and you wouldn't have that problem," Brian quipped after him.
"Quit putting your bare ass on display for the world, and I wouldn't need your beer," Paul remarked before going into the bathroom and closing the door.