Bailey and Melinda woke up next to each other after a long night of sex again. With both of their libidos in over drive, they had been going at it like it was their honeymoon phase for the past two weeks. Bailey wiped her bright blond hair out of her blue eyes, looked around the room in a bleary haze and in desperate need of water.
Melinda on the hand, groaned at the bright light filtering through the window and turned over, pulling the blanket across her face in an attempt to go back to sleep. "Come on," growled Bailey, pulling the blanket back and exposing her wife's toned, athletic body. "We have to get to the doctors appointment this morning or we'll have to wait another week for a reschedule."
After a quick shower and a large mug of coffee for them both, they begrudgingly walked out the door to make it to their appointment. Hours of peeing, embarrassing questions and silently waiting, they got the news they'd been dreading.
"I'm not pregnant yet," cried Bailey, her face smothering into Melinda's shirt. "We've been going at it for two weeks with Chris, and nothing has happened!"
"Shhhh shhh Baby, I know." Melinda said softly, rubbing her wife's back to console her. "But this kind of thing takes time and we can't expect it to happen right away-"
"Bullshit!" Bailey exclaimed, her usually cheerful face now covered in sobbing anger. "Tell that to all the teenage pregnancies and girls who got knocked up when their condom broke the first time!"
Melinda had nothing to say to this, knowing that her spouse was only screaming these things out of anger. "We just have to be patient and keep trying. Chris is more than willing to help and it's not like we don't have time to-"
"He should get you pregnant," Bailey suddenly said, her crying coming to a sudden and abrupt stop. Her head lifted from her lovers chest, her eyes seeming to reignite with a burning idea. "If I can't get pregnant, it doesn't mean you can't!"
Melinda stared at Bailey, skepticism in her gaze as she shook her head lightly. "Babe, we agreed to what was going to happen here. You-"
"I know I said that I was going to be the one being impregnated, but it's not happening!" Blurted Bailey, tears welling in her eyes again as she stared into her wife's. "Please. I want this baby and if I can't do it..."
Melinda stared into the depths of Bailey's gaze and saw that she was determined in this course of action. "I... will talk it over with Chris. But I still think that two weeks is too fast to make a decision like this."
Bailey, still tearful, nodded at this condition and wiped her eyes, dabbing the makeup free from her cheeks before kissing her lover. "He's coming by tonight for game night, so figure out what to tell him soon, ok?"
Melinda's day passed too quickly for her liking. Hours seemed like minutes as she sat in her comfy chair, trying to think of the best way to broach this change with their plans. Around six o'clock, she practically jumped out of her skin as her phone went off, showing a picture of Chris making a stupidly funny face on her screen.
"Hey, I'm going to grab a few drinks and snacks before I head over. You guys want anything?" The silence over the line was almost deafening as she tried to figure out how to speak. "Hello? You still there? Fucking cheap ass phone."
The call ended before she could reply, just to receive a text message instead with the same question. Her fingers typed out a quick "whatever you want is fine."
Chris stared at his phone in the gas station and could immediately tell something was off. "No euphemisms, no innuendos or swearing. That's not like her at all." He decided to hold off on the issue for now, figuring it's better to approach a topic like this face to face.
Picking up a few bottles of soda and a six pack for himself, he looked through the aisle of candy and added chocolate and gummies to his load. Knowing the women for as long as he did, he knew that it'd come in handy.
"Oh come on Baby, why don't you just give me your number and we can go get a few drinks together," came the slimy voice of Tim from the front. He stood at the check out, bothering an obviously creeped out cashier.
"Sir, I've told you this for the past three days you've come in to this station that I'm not interested. Now kindly purchase your items and let me get to the next person." The 5'5" thin woman couldn't have been more than her early twenties, her asian features highlighted with her dark black hair, purple highlights and nose piercing. The gas station shirt did her no favors, but then again, who did it ever look good on? But her breasts seemed to strain the fabric lightly, allowing the more imaginative mind to believe a large D cup to be hidden underneath.
"Oh please, this again," scoffed Tim, looking to the elder lady waiting in line, "she's been playing hard to get for days, but I see the way she stares at me."
The look on both of the women made it clear to everyone but Tim that he was obviously delusional. "Tim. You're not seeming to grasp what the young lady is trying to tell you. So let me translate for you." Setting his basket on the floor, he walked up to the man and simply stared him down with his extra three inches of height. "She's trying to tell you to kindly fuck off. She, and nearly every woman you think is pining for your cock, are actually tired of the shit your spouting. They're not, and most likely never have been, interested in anything you have to say to them. So pay for your shit and get out."
Tim stood there, dumbfounded for a moment before trying to laugh it off. "Bullshit," he says, looking over to the cashier, who was now nodding in agreement. Standing straighter, he simply ran his credit card through and picked up his beer before muttering, "prudish bitch."
"Thank you," breathed the younger girl, smiling gratefully at Chris now. "Asshole has been trying to get into my pants for days."
"Don't worry about it," he replied, smiling and returning to his place in line behind the elderly woman, who was giving him a knowing glance. Paying for his purchases, he drove out to the girls home to find them sitting in silence.
Bailey, now on her phone, sat on the side of the couch and idly tapped at the screen. She wore her favorite Taylor Swift concert shirt and a pair of black leggings. Melinda, on the other hand, sat on the other side of the couch, silently looking out the window at nothing in particular in her Metallica shirt and skin tight jeans.
Placing the bag on the table, he walked over and sat down on the seat between them both. "What happened?" He asked, looking from one to the other.
They both looked over to him, confusion on their faces before looking at each other. They had decided to tell him after sex to not ruin the moment, but it seemed that it was far from hidden.
"Before you start bullshitting me with some excuse, Bailey, until today, you've always jumped up to hug me the moment I arrived into your home." Looking over to Melinda, his demeanor changed to a smartass tone. "And you've yet to call me 'Fucker' 'Dumbass' or 'Daddy' so something is VERY wrong."
The moment she heard the last title, it was like a switch was flipped and both women started laughing uncontrollably. Like a fog of uncertainty and doubt lifting and clearing their minds. "Firstly, I can talk to you without insulting you." Laughed Melinda, taking deep breaths from her fits of giggling.
