“I’m happy with our family right now, but I’m not sure I’m able to make permanent decisions. We’re still young.”
Charlotte simply nods, listening attentively. “A vasectomy is reversal if we change our minds later.”
Far be it for me to be a pussy, but the thought of having my balls operated on is less than appealing. Perhaps I should practice the art of pulling out.Who are you fucking kidding right now?
“I know you’re thinking you can just pull out,” she admonishes, then pats my hand with a mocking smile. “Baby, your pull-out game is your weakness. I mean, who would have thought the great Lex Edwards has a weakness?”
“Very funny.” My hand jabs the side of her rib, and she jumps from being ticklish. “Do we have to talk about this now? I’m tired.”
“Yes, because we have an appointment tomorrow afternoon.”
My head turns abruptly as my eyes widen in shock.She said what now?Suddenly, between my legs feels incredibly uncomfortable, like someone kicked me in the nuts.
“You booked an appointment for me to get the snip tomorrow?”
“No, I booked an appointment to consult with a specialist about getting the snip. You know how it all works.”
I cross my arms in defiance. “I know how it fucking works. I studied medicine.”
“I know you did…” she reaffirms before glancing my way again. “Look, it’s just a consult.”
There are many things in our marriage that I give in to. Charlotte not wanting nannies or full-time hired help. We compromised earlier in our marriage and have a cleaner once a week, plus a gardener who also takes care of the pool. The couple are married, and Charlotte met them through her work with a foundation. If I could have had my way, they would be employed full-time as well as a nanny to help with the girls.
But no, Charlotte insisted we raise these girls ourselves. If we needed a babysitter, we asked our family or friends. Most of the time, we swap with Adriana since she also runs her own business and has flexible schedules.
“You’ve ambushed me with this consult, and for all I know, they’ll wheel me into a room and cut into my balls without my permission,” I argue.
Charlotte huffs. “Now you’re being dramatic. Fine, have it your way. Don’t go. I’ll stay on the pill and screw my body up so you can have glorious orgasms and not have to pull out. How does that sound?”
There’s no reasoning with her because we’re too far into this argument. With a sudden headache striking me, I turn around with my back facing her, then turn off the lamp.
They say you shouldn’t go to bed angry.
But they weren’t married to Charlotte Edwards.
* * *
“Are you ready, Mr. Edwards?”
There have only been a few times in my life when nerves overcame me. This is one of those moments. A god damn knife is going to cut into my balls. Aside from the fear of pain, what if they damage something and I’m unable to come like a normal man?What if my dick is ruined, and I can’t get hard?
I’m dressed in a pair of sweats and tee, ready to head into the room to change into a gown. Charlotte is standing beside me, staring oddly with a pale face. All morning, she’s been looking unwell, but I narrowed it down to nerves on her end.
“Are you okay?” I ask, observing her face closer. Her eyes appear dull, and even her lips look pale.
She nods with pursed lips. “I’m fine … it’s just …”
I wait for her response, but she quickly presses her hand over her mouth and rushes to the trash can in the corner of the room. The violent sounds of her vomiting profusely worry me. I run over, rubbing her back, allowing her to empty her stomach.
The door opens as a nurse checks in on us.
“Can you please give us a minute?” I demand, pulling Charlotte’s hair away from her face. “My wife is unwell.”
“Of course, would you like some water, Mrs. Edwards?”
Charlotte shakes her head, keeping her words at bay.
“How about you bring some anyway?”