Hey, remember when I used to always tell you guys about my dreams? This time, I'm trying something new. I'm not going to tell you about the actual dream, but it's a dream-related story, so...yea.
So, I fell asleep on the couch last night as I've been doing lately (the TV helps me get sleepy) and I had an...erm...interesting dream. (And yes, by interesting, I do mean a sex dream.) So I wake up and my mom is sitting right there, staring at me. I didn't think much of it until later today when I was in the car with my mom and she asks me "Who's Sawyer?" FML. Most awkward moment of my life.
And in case you were wondering, yes, it was Sawyer from Lost. -_-
Wait, why am I telling you this? Ehh...I guess I thought you guys might get a kick out of it. See, look how nice I am? I'm willing to embarass myself for the sake of your entertainment. But really, now that I think about it, I'm not sure why I shoud be embarassed. It's completely normal. So from now on nobody is allowed to be ashamed of their awkward dreams because everybody has them.
So yes, I screwed Sawyer in my dream last night.
And yes, it was a fucking awesome dream.
And no, I am not ashamed to admit that.
And yes, I am changing this story's rating to M, if only because of my author's notes.
Enjoy the chapter!
Sonny's POV
"Are you sure, Sonny?" Chad asked.
"Chad, I'm almost positive," I answered, rolling my eyes at him.
"Almost?"
"They already have a sperm sample. Why would they need another one?"
"I'm just saying. If I have to go back to The Room of Shame nobody's going to be happy."
I rolled my eyes. He had been calling it that every since we'd left Dr. Heimsback's office two weeks ago. Naturally, he wasn't too happy to be going back.
After five minutes in the waiting room, Dr. Heimsback came through the doors.
"Sonny Munroe and...Bruce Wayne?" Just as I'd predicted, everybody looked up.
"See, Chad?" I said smugly. "I told you it would just draw more attention to yourself." We got up out of our seats and followed the doctor into her office for the second time.
"You're right," Chad conceded. "Next time I'll use a name nobody knows or cares about. Like James Conroy."
"I can't believe you guys still aren't getting along," We sat down in the chairs across from Dr. Heimsback's desk and she pulled a thick red folder out of her desk drawer.
"What can I say? I'm not a big fan of wife-stealers."
"It all turned out alright in the end though," I reminded him.
"Alright, Sonny and Chad, aka Bruce Wayne," Dr. Heimsman opened the folder and smiled at us. "How are you guys doing today?"
"Kind of nervous," I admitted. I glanced over at Chad. "And my fiance's afraid you're going to ask for another sperm sample." Chad gave me a dirty look, but I ignored it.
"Don't worry, that won't be necessary," Dr. Heimsman assured him. "Your sperm appears to be perfectly normal."
"Of course it is," Chad answered. "What about me isn't perfect?"
"Well," I began. "You could stand to be a bit less arrogant..."
"That was a rhetorical question, Shortstack."
"So," I said, turning to the doctor. "Are you saying we're just unlucky?"
"Well, not exactly," she answered. "Although there doesn't appear to be anything wrong with Mr. Cooper—"
"Dylan Cooper," Chad cut in.
"Right. Mr. Dylan Cooper. Although there's nothing wrong with his sperm, I'm afraid there is a reason you're having trouble conceiving. Ms. Munroe, our tests showed that you have Endometriosis."
"Endo-what?" I asked. I had never been one to pay attention in health class.
"Endometriosis," Dr. Heimsback repeated. "It means that cells from the lining of your uterus are growing in other areas of the body, like your ovaries. You said you'd been experiencing severe pain before and during menstruation?" I nodded. "Now you know why." I swallowed hard. I knew Chad and I were both thinking the same thing, but we were both too afraid to ask.
"So...ummm..." I began.
"What are our options?" Chad asked.
"At this stage, there aren't very many," the doctor answered. "For some patients, medication is an option, but for you, there's so much scarring that..."
"What what?" I urged.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to recommend you get a hysterectomy to prevent it from getting any worse,"
"A hysterectomy?" I repeated. "You mean..."
"I'm sorry, Sonny. But you won't be able to have any more children."
Is that not like the saddest thing ever? Poor Sonny. :( This is like my worst nightmare. Except maybe the one where Severus Snape shot me. :( Killed by my own favourite character.
Anyway, please review. Remember, long, random reviews are my favourite. XD And also, sorry about the first author's note. TMI, right?
Peace out suckahs!
