Reaching over, I preheat the oven. He smirks at my comment but I know he has more on his mind. He looks down then back at me.
“Come here, Imala.”
Everything Berke says sounds seductive, but I know that’s not his goal. Still, I t
ake cautious steps towards him. His hug is surprising but I don’t fight it. I begin to believe I’m capable of curling up on his chest and going to sleep when his deep voice makes his body vibrate.
“Thank you.”
Two words I never thought I’d hear him say to me.
“For what?” I ask as I peek up at him.
He releases me and picks up the cookie dough. I place the baking sheet on the counter as he breaks the cookies apart and lines them up in two inch increments.
“I’d have to say everything. I wanted to hate you for dragging me back here by my balls. You’d taken away my possessions but gave me the family I thought I never had. I appreciate that.” He slides the sheet over and I put it in the oven to give me a chance to pull my emotions back together. “And thank you for restoring my accounts. It means you trust me not to run off and isolate myself again.”
“No problem. Once I get around your gruff exterior I actually like you,” I admit. “Plus, you taught me how to speak asshole.”
He tilts his head. “And Oran didn’t?”
“No.” I laugh. “He’s always super nice to me.”
“Huh?” Berke looks away like he’s considering something. “I need to go punch that asshole in the throat.”
I giggle and wave off his statement. “I’m just happy you all are functioning like a family. All of you Hales are great in your own way, you just have to own it, big brother.”
“Okay, I almost threw up in my mouth a little. That was a touch too mushy for me. Baby steps, Bug.”
The timer interrupts my epic eye roll. I pull out the hot cookies and Berke inhales like the scent of them is orgasmic. He twists a few off, drops them in a plate, then goes back into the fridge.
“Almond milk,” he offers.
“Get the cashew milk. It’s creamier.”
He pours two glasses and devours a cookie. “I like mine hot,” he explains then runs his tongue along his lips to collect chocolate.
I instantly feel sorry for any woman he decides to like.
Caerwyn
It’s been a long couple of days working my lawyer knowledge from two angles. Switching from a business law mindset to criminal law is taxing and while Imala understands most of what I talk about without going too far into detail, some things cannot be discussed with her. More so, talking about law while she’s waiting for her bar exam results seems a little off color.
It’s ten at night and I’m just now seeing my home after being gone since seven in the morning. I’m exhausted. I’m torn between crawling in bed or between my wife’s legs. I’m equally horny and tired. She’s not in our room and I’ve convinced myself it’s for the best. I groan at the hot water of my shower giving me a mini massage as I wash the day away. My schedule is clear tomorrow and I’m craving the day off.
As I lather the soap and inhale the soothing scent I can’t quite place, I think about the last few weeks. I tell my wife every chance I get how much I love her. I also back that love with action and gifts to make sure she feels as special as I know she is to me. Yet even with the reminders of how young she is and the assurance that I’m not in any rush, the crestfallen expression on her face when she got her period broke my heart.
When I looked into those big brown eyes I knew I’d give her anything she wanted, even if it meant going to see Dr. Delgado to ease her mind. I’d expected him to gloat but aside from a brief moment of amusement, he treated us like a patient and spouse he hadn’t met prior to the appointment.
He’d ordered a shitload of tests and had to do a set of interesting ultrasounds. I was not happy to learn part of the process meant I had to provide a sperm sample. It was pretty fun retrieving my sperm. It had to be a clean sample sans all body fluids, but my Imala is very resourceful. I must say, it was worrisome being in that brief moment left to wonder if I’m sterile. The inner celebration once I learned my swimmers are strong was a bit much, but damn it’s a relief.
Imala was able to breathe easier once Dr. Delgado discovered she had a blocked fallopian tube. In summary, it’s a little harder for her to get pregnant since the ovaries are doing their job-as witnessed by the consistent periods-but her left one doesn’t know her uterus doesn’t receive the eggs it sends.
If we want a baby now, we can go the fertility route. If not, we have to wait until the stars aligned for the right ovary to feel generous. In other words, it’ll happen when it happens.
All I heard was more sex for me. Speaking of sex, when I exit the bathroom to find my minx of a wife standing in the middle of the room waiting for me. Her heels beg me to fuck her but they’re the least of my worries. Her makeup is different. Sexy. The soft, natural look she prefers is replaced with longer lashes, smokey eyes, and dick sucking red lips.
Damn, she went out like this?