Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Yes, of course.” I clear my throat. “It was a one-time thing.”
“Any other questions?” the doctor asks.
“Yes. One more. I’ve had some pretty insane orgasms lately—like, really, really intense orgasms—some of them while sitting on an orgasm machine with the power of a jet engine, and—”
Sarah gasps. “What?”
“Long story,” I say. “But, anyway, is it possible I scrambled the baby’s brain or, you know, made it implode or something?”
The doctor lets out a surprised chuckle but then quickly pulls herself together. “Generally speaking, sex and orgasms aren’t harmful to the fetus during pregnancy—and, in fact, orgasms arguably provide a benefit because they’re stress-relieving for the mother.”
I shoot Sarah a smart-ass grin. “See? I was just being a selfless mother when I sat on that jet engine and almost passed out from sexual pleasure.”
Sarah blushes. “Just as all selfless mothers have done throughout the history of time, Kitty Kat.”
The doctor smiles. “At this stage, you need not limit your sexual activity with yourself or a monogamous partner, although I’d definitely advise staying off that jet engine for the remainder of your pregnancy, just to be on the safe side.”
“Okay,” I say, pouting. “Well, that’s a bummer—I like my jet engine.”
“Well, then here’s some good news to cheer you up,” the doctor says. “As soon as your morning sickness subsides, which I predict will happen in the next few weeks, you might very well experience a dramatic increase in your sex drive.”
“Whachoo talkin’ about, Willis?” I say. “An increase in my sex drive?”
“A dramatic increase?” Sarah adds, her eyes wide. “Is there a level of sex drive in existence above ‘Katherine Morgan’?”
Sarah and I share a laugh and the doctor can’t help but giggle with us.
“And here’s something else: when you do engage in sexual activity, you might also experience heightened pleasure,” Doctor Gupta adds, raising her eyebrow.
I throw my hands up. “Thank you, Baby Jesus in a Wicker Basket,” I say. “Finally, some fantastic news in all this. Thank you so much, Doctor.”
The doctor chuckles. “So, do you have any other questions?”
“Nope. I’m good. Thank you so much.”
The doctor touches my forearm. “You’re going to be fine, Kat. You’ll see.”
Fourteen
Kat
Sarah and I settle into her car and fasten our seatbelts.
“You wanna swing by Starbucks before I take you back to your car?” Sarah asks, starting her engine.
“Great,” I say. I look at my watch. “After that, I think I’ll head back to the hospital to check on Colby again.”
“Can I join you? ” Sarah asks. “I’d love to give Colby a big hug.”
“I’m sorry. I think you should visit Colby after he’s home. Honestly, he’s been pretty depressed lately—he doesn’t really wanna see anyone but family.”
“Poor Colby,” Sarah says. She pulls her car out of the parking lot and heads toward the restaurant where my car is parked. “Hey, don’t forget,” Sarah says, “before you send that video to Josh, delete your apology at the end.”
I don’t reply.
“Kat. You don’t owe Josh an apology for being pregnant with his child—he made that baby right along with you.”
“I know he made the baby with me, but he didn’t intend to take the heightened risk he did. If a girl tells a guy, ‘Yes, I’m on the pill,’ then she’d better be on the frickin’ pill to the best of her ability.” I shake my head. “Plus, I was pretty harsh with him in the hospital. You know how I get when my panties are in a twist.”
Sarah makes a face that tells me she’s well aware of how I get when my panties are in a twist.
“But now I realize Josh was just doing his best in a difficult situation,” I say. “Oh, Sarah, I want him so much. I don’t care about marriage. I don’t care about the magic words. I just want Josh to be mine—I want us to love each other completely.” I let out a long, tortured exhale and put my face in my hands. “Sarah, I think I might have lost him forever.”
Sarah scoffs. “No.”
“Yes. He’s totally pulled away from me this past week. I think he might be done with me for good.”
“No, honey. Josh isn’t done with you—not even close.”
I look at her, tears in my eyes. “I love him, Sarah. I love him like I’ve never loved anyone before. I’m so scared I’ve lost him.”
“Aw, honey.”
“I want to give him everything but he’s always holding back. He’s always got his guard up. He never lets me in completely.”
“Sounds like the Faraday twins are more alike than meets the eye.” She smiles sympathetically and touches my hand. “Jonas was the same way and look at him now. He couldn’t be more ‘all-in.’ Just be patient. Josh just needs time.”
“I don’t know how to be patient.”
“I know, honey—but maybe it’s time you learned.” She purses her lips. “It’s really too bad you can’t get yourself stabbed by a Ukrainian hitman in a bathroom at U Dub. I really think that would do the trick.”