“What?”
“It makes me happy to look at you here and know my sperm is alive inside your body and trying right now to make a baby.”
“Alive now inside me,” she said and slipped out the door.
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It was the third morning later, and I woke up and stayed in bed like I usually do (unless I have to take a piss real bad, but this wasn’t one of those mornings so I just lay there).
And something was different. I had a different feeling. I didn’t know what it was. I felt different. Better somehow. Better … and suddenly I knew how.
I tore out of bed and ran out in the hall. “MOM! MOM!”
“Kitchen!” came Mom’s voice.
“MOM!” I rounded the corner.
She was standing there. Just standing there. “I’ve been waiting for you to get up. Hoping …”
“Mom! I feel … I feel. I mean I don’t feel alone!”
Mom put her face into her hands and cried. And cried for a long time. “I knew … I knew … I knew!”
“You feel it too?”
“Michael, I feel it too. It’s happened. I knew the moment I woke up it happened. It’s three days and it’ll take three weeks to confirm it—but I know as sure as you’re my son that I have conceived another child. I know it. I was waiting for you to wake up. If you didn’t feel the same thing I would have just passed it off as my imagination.”
“But it isn’t our imagination, is it? This is the first time in my life I’ve felt like this.”
“We know it’s true, but we’ll wait until the drug store test to tell your dad, okay? He would think it’s mumbo-jumbo anyway.”
“I understand, Mom.” I took my mom in my arms and I gave her a long kiss on the lips. I kissed my mother and the mother of my baby on the lips.
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“Living room!” dad’s voice called out.
That was his way of telling us a family meeting was happening.
Mom and I migrated from other parts of the house.
“I’ve got something to say. About the other day.”
Uh-oh.
“I’ve got a confession to make. I tainted the other day.”
“Gavin, what are you talking about? Tainted.”
“You two were trying to do a beautiful thing. Zoey, you trying to have a baby after all these years. And you, Mike, you standing in for your dad. And I had to ruin it by getting carried away. I’ve just been so guilty about it all week.”
“Gavin, what are you guilty about?”
“I can’t even bring myself to admit it in front of you two.”
“Dad. There’s nothing wrong with what you did. I saw it and didn’t think twice about it.
“Mike, what is your dad trying to say—or not say.”
“During what we were doing, Dad got excited and had an orgasm. He came in his pants.”
“What? How? We went to a hundred doctors and watched those dreadful videos. How could this be?”
“That’s why I’m a bad person. The only thing that excites me is watching my son make love to his mother. You two did it for a reason. I’m just sick. You two must hate me.”
Mom went over to him and hugged him. “Hate? Gavin, I love you. You don’t hate me for getting excited, do you? I had an orgasm too. Given to me by my son. I hope you don’t think that’s sick. And Mike here—he had an orgasm caused by his mother. You still love him don’t you?”