Chapter 27
The Prestige Fertility Center
Today was the day me and my wife was ’bout to find out why the hell she hadn’t got pregnant by me yet, and I ain’t even gon’ lie, that shit had my head fucked up the whole drive.
We was only a couple hours out, but it felt longer ’cause my mind wouldn’t shut the fuck up, and Toni was sittin’ in the passenger seat quiet as hell with her shades on like she was tryna hide from her own thoughts.
I kept my eyes on the road, and my hand on the wheel, but every few minutes I looked over at her leg bouncin’ and my chest would tighten ’cause I already knew she was spiralin’ even if she wasn’t sayin’ shit.
The place looked clean and expensive in that calm, fake peaceful kinda way.
It had white walls, big windows and soft voices, like people ain’t come in there carryin’ their whole future on they back.
Soon as we walked in, they handed us paperwork, asked mad questions about how long we been tryin’, how often, if Toni cycle regular, if either one of us had surgeries or health issues, and I answered everything straight up ’cause I wasn’t about to bullshit when it came to my wife.
They called us back together first, and the doctor was cool, not stiff, not preachy, just real.
She broke it down simple, and told us fertility ain’t always about somethin’ bein’ wrong, sometimes bodies just be stubborn, sometimes stress play a bigger role than people wanna admit, and sometimes shit take longer than expected.
She asked Toni all them questions about her body, pain, cycles, all that, and Toni answered calm but I could feel the tension in her just from the way she sat.
Then she asked me about my lifestyle, smokin’, drinkin’, sleep, stress, kids, and I told her exactly what it was ’cause I ain’t have nothin’ to hide.
Then she laid out what was gon’ happen that day, from blood work for both of us, ultrasound for Toni, and a semen analysis for me, and yeah, that last part had me blinkin’ slow ’cause ain’t no nigga ever excited to hear that shit, but I kept it cool.
They took Toni first, and I stayed right there with her while they drew her blood, holdin’ her hand and lettin’ her squeeze mine ’cause even though she acted tough, I knew when my wife needed grounding.
When they wheeled the ultrasound machine in, I stepped out like they asked, and I hated not bein’ right there, but I waited.
Then it was my turn.
The nurse explained everything like it was regular as hell, handed me the cup, told me where to go, told me what to do, and left me alone. I ain’t gon’ lie, the room felt awkward as fuck. It was sterile, quiet as fuck and not my vibe at all.
A minute later Toni knocked and asked if she could come in, and when she stepped inside, locked the door, and walked up on me like it was just us in the whole buildin’.
Then all that tension eased up. She ain’t say much.
She touched me the way she always do when she tryna pull me out my head.
It was familiar and reminded me why we was even here in the first place.
I focused on her, on us and on the future we talked about late at night.
By the time she pulled my dick out my sweat pants, my shit was already rock hard.
She wrapped her hand around my dick slow, but grippin’ my shit. Then got on her knees and put it in her mouth. I closed my eyes for a second and leaned my head back against the wall, exhalin’ everything I been carryin’ since we walked in this place.
“Damn baby,” I moaned as she took all my dick in her mouth.
I opened my eyes and looked at her, and she looked right back at me, calm and sure, like she always is when I’m the one feelin’ shaky.
That shit alone almost made me cum. I gripped the edge of the counter and focused on her face that was covered in saliva and on the way she was suckin’ and jerkin’ my dick at the same time.
Then that pressure hit me hard as hell. My breath started comin’ short, my thighs tensin’ up, and I knew I was close to bussin’.
“Baby,” I muttered, my voice strained. “I’m about to—”
She pulled back just enough for me to reach for the cup sittin’ on the counter. My hand was shakin’ a lil’ as I grabbed it, positioning my dick quick. My jaw clenched as that shit took over my whole body.
I focused on Toni… on us and on nights we talked about kids and futures like this moment was always meant to happen.
After I came in the cup, I stood there for a second just breathin’, my chest heavin’, makin’ sure everything went where it was supposed to. I secured the lid the way the nurse explained, my damn hands still unsteady.
Toni stayed right there, her palm pressed flat against my stomach, grounding me until my heartbeat slowed down.
After, she helped me straighten myself up, she gave me a quick kiss like, we got this, and unlocked the door like nothin’ out the ordinary just went down.
This wasn’t just a sample in a cup.
This was us tryin’.
After that it was more waitin’, sittin’ side by side in another room, her shoulder pressed into mine, and my arm wrapped around her. She leaned into me, and I held her ’cause sometimes that’s all you can do.
When the doctor came back, she ain’t drag it.
She told Toni her hormone levels looked normal, the ultrasound ain’t show nothin’ wild, and there were no obvious signs that said she couldn’t have kids.
Then she looked at me and said my sperm count was good, movement good, shape good, and from what they saw, there wasn’t no clear reason jumpin’ out at her.
I sat there confused as hell.
So if she was good and I’m good, what the fuck was the problem?
The doctor said sometimes there ain’t a clear answer right away, and sometimes it take more time, trackin’, patience, and she talked about next steps without makin’ it sound scary. We nodded, thanked her, and walked out.
The drive home was quiet again, but heavier this time.
Toni stared out the window like she was somewhere else, and I kept glancin’ at her, tryna read her face, but she stayed locked in. Relief should’ve been there, hope should’ve been there, but instead I felt this weird knot in my chest I couldn’t explain.
“You straight?” I asked her finally, keepin’ my voice calm.
She nodded, but I knew my wife well enough to know that nod.
I ain’t push it, though. I just kept drivin’, my hand restin’ on her thigh with my thumb rubbin’ slow circles like I always do, lettin’ her know I was right here.
Whatever this was, I knew one thing for sure.
We wasn’t done fightin’ for us yet.