*One Month Later*
*Olivia*
“Fuck this,” I couldn’t help but cry as I washed my hands in the bathroom. I was getting ready for bed, and I was both pissed off and sad that I’d just had to pull on a pair of period underwear instead of excitedly taking a pregnancy test.
Giovani and I had made love even more than usual over the past month, but my period had still arrived two days ago. I didn’t understand why we hadn’t been able to get pregnant. All anyone ever talked about was how easy it was to get pregnant when a person was young. Hell, I spent my teenage years constantly being lectured about the importance of safe sex. And now that I was actually having tons of unprotected sex, my body wasn’t doing what I wanted it to do. It was infuriating and made feel so useless. The one thing my body was supposed to be able to easily do, and it couldn’t? What the fuck!
I walked out of our bathroom to find Gio sitting on the bed reading a book. He was shirtless, and the sight of his broad chest only made feel even more heartbroken. He was so perfect. I just wanted to be able to give him the baby that I knew he wanted. He looked up, noticed the tears in my eyes, and imdiately grew concerned. To his credit, he’d been absolutely wonderful during the entire process, always making sure that our sex life was romantic and didn’t start to feel clinical, even when we knew we were doing it for a specific purpose.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, standing up to wrap his arms around .
“I just don’t understand why I’m on my period right now. What if sothing’s wrong with ? What if I can’t have a baby?” As I voiced my concerns out loud, I started to cry even harder. I really did not want it to be true, but it was impossible not to think the worst. Sure, we hadn’t been trying for very long, but why would I not be pregnant yet considering I was young and healthy?
“Oh, Olivia,” Gio said in a soothing voice, rubbing his hands up and down my back, “You know this takes ti. Realistically, you can only get pregnant a few days a month, right? And we haven’t been trying very long at all.”
He pulled down onto the bed with him then gathered close to his chest. I rested my cheek against his bare skin, trying to comfort myself with the familiar feel of him.
“But we’ve had sex every day!” I exclaid, my tears causing my voice to crack. “I can’t stop worrying that sothing’s wrong.”
“It does take a while for the birth control to wear off, you know? Breathe with , baby.” He breathed slowly in and out, waiting for to match him.
It took a few minutes, but finally I was able to calm myself enough to breathe evenly. Gio kept rubbing his hands in circles up and down my back.
“I know you want this to happen right away, but we both know we can’t rush this.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead then pulled back to look in the eyes. “And besides, don’t you like trying? I sure do.”
I smiled at him. He was right. Sothing about having sex knowing that we were trying to make a baby made it even sexier than usual.
“I guess you’re right,” I finally acquiesced. I was still upset, but I also worried that stressing too much was what was stopping from getting pregnant.
“I’m always right,” he said with a grin, then pushed over so that I was laying on the bed with him on top of .
“That remains to be seen!” I exclaid between giggles as he found all my most ticklish spots.
He stopped tickling long enough to gaze into my eyes. “Besides, once we have our baby, and I know that we will, it will never go back to just being the two of us. I’m just as excited as you are to grow our family, but I love having you to myself too. You make a wonderful wife.” He leaned down to kiss , then rolled to his side and spooned against him.
We fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I’d love to have a little bassinet next to our bed.
***
*Three Months Later*
*Giovani*
It was fucking killing to see the way Olivia’s face fell every month when her period arrived like clockwork. I found it ironic that there had been a ti in the past when I’d been relieved every ti her period ca around, knowing that we weren’t yet ready to be parents. Now I found myself praying to whatever god was out there to please not let her period arrive.
I wanted to have a baby with her, but more than that, I wanted her to be happy. The cycle of getting our hopes up only to have them dashed every single month was stealing away her joy, and seeing her be crushed like that was almost too much for to take. I was willing to do anything to put a stop to it. I really didn’t think we’d been trying long enough to warrant seeking dical intervention, but I knew Olivia would feel better if we did. I was just waiting for the right mont to broach the subject with her.
When her period started again, marking four months of trying and failing to get her pregnant, I knew it was ti for to step up and start getting this sorted out. We had way too much money to just suffer like this. I knew there were options out there for us; it was just a matter of finding out about them. After doing so preliminary internet searches, I decided it was finally ti to approach her with the idea of getting dical help.
I found Olivia laying in our bed face down, her body shaking with sobs. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I hated seeing her so torn up about this. And there was a huge part of that knew it was probably my fault. After all, I was the “old guy” who’d decided to marry a younger woman. At her age, it was unlikely that she would struggle to conceive, but at my age, it was common for issues to pop up.
After the research I had spent the afternoon doing, I knew that it was most likely . It made feel so fucking guilty to think that if she’d married a younger man, she might have the baby she wanted, but I knew I couldn’t let myself go down that road of thinking. It wasn’t productive for either of us to start wallowing in guilt at this point.
I walked up to Olivia and sat next to her on the bed, gently placing my hand on her back. She rolled over to face , her face wet with tears. I wanted to kiss her pain away, but I knew that ship had sailed. It was ti for action.
“Baby, I hate seeing you so upset,” I told her, knowing I should start off gently. I didn’t want her to think for one single second that I was upset with her or that I wanted to seek dical intervention because I blad her. I wanted her to know that we were in this together.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. I imdiately hated myself for the way I’d started out.
I pulled her onto my lap and started wiping at her tears. “Don’t ever be sorry for having emotions, carina. I love that you feel so deeply.”
“I just hate this,” she said before dropping her face against my shoulder.
“I know. I want to have a baby too. And that’s why–” I hesitated, hoping she would take what I was about to say how I ant it. “I was thinking we should look into fertility testing, just to check if there’s anything we should be doing differently.”
She imdiately perked up in my arms, and my anxiety over bringing it up lted away. She had clearly been thinking the sa thing I had.
“You really an it? We can look into that?” she asked, the excitent in her voice clearing away her tears.
“Yes, definitely. I’ve already done a little bit of research, but I wanted to get your permission before finding a specialist and scheduling an appointnt.”
“Yes! Yes! Of course! I’m so happy you brought this up! I’ve been wanting to ask but I just felt so overwheld by everything....” She bit her lip as she fell back into her thoughts.
I felt like such an idiot for not bringing fertility testing up two months ago, but then again, based on the research I’d done, a doctor wouldn’t want to see us until we’d had several months with no success anyway.
“Were you too scared to ask ?” I asked her, needing to know if she felt like she had to hide her feelings from . I hoped I had never done anything that made her feel that way, but we needed to get everything out in the open now.
“I wasn’t scared. I just didn’t want to offend you,” she said honestly, looking at shyly through her lashes.
“Alright, well that stops right now,” I declared. “From now on, you tell everything that you’re thinking, and I tell you everything that I’m thinking. And we won’t be offended because we know we’re on the sa team.”
She nodded, her face brightening into a smile. I leaned down so that our foreheads pressed together and closed my eyes. It had been almost half a year since our wedding, and I still felt in awe that I got to call such a perfect woman my wife. Compared to previous obstacles we’d faced together, this would be easy as long as we were honest and open with each other.
“I love you,” she breathed.
“I love you,” I responded before settling her back into the bed and standing up. It was ti for to be the husband that Olivia deserved and go make so calls.
I spent the rest of the afternoon calling various speciaists and looking up reviews. Finally, I found one that specialized in high-profile clients and was well-known for its success and accuracy. I called them and booked an appointnt for the next week. I couldn’t wait to tell Olivia that we had an appointnt booked for so soon. I practically skipped around the compound looking for her. I found her in one of her favorite chairs outside on the patio, reading a book.
She looked up when she saw coming her way and must have been able to read the happiness on my face because she broke out into a huge grin.
“Did you find anything out?” she asked.
“Better–I got us an appointnt for next week.” I reached down and picked her up, twirling the both of us in a circle.
She laughed giddily as I set her down. “That’s way faster than I thought it would be,” she said.
“Never doubt your husband’s determination,” I teased, leaning over to kiss her.
“What did I ever do without you?” she asked.
I could say the sa about her.
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