51. Cooper
51
Cooper
T hree days have gone by since I took Trinia over the bathroom counter covered in blood like a rabid wild animal and I haven’t been able to get the memory of it out of my head. I made her spread her legs and kept her bent over that counter for god knows how long. Watching her shake as her ruined cunt spilled my cum to the floor.
I was in awe at the sight of my stunning wife, but as I admired her a ping of unfulfillment twinged in my chest. At that moment I knew what I had to do.
I called the doctor the next day while Trinia was in the shower. I never intended to keep it a secret but when she emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out around her, and asked me if I would ever consider getting my vasectomy reversed I was struck with the idea of keeping my mouth shut and my plans to myself.
I remember the look on her face when I originally told her about the vasectomy. The slap of shock before the sting of realization settled into dread. I watched as she processed the reality and every emotion before she ran away from me in tears.
We always knew we were meant to be. Our souls were aware long before we even admitted it to ourselves. I was done for the second I gave into her and stopped fighting it.
With Trin being my little brother’s best friend I didn’t want anything to come between them, especially me. I didn’t want to do anything to mess up their relationship but I couldn’t keep standing in the way of fate.
We were all watching a movie in our living room. Theo passed out on the floor about half way through. The light from the rolling credits was flickering against his face, when Katrinia looked over at me from the opposite end of the couch. Our eyes locked there in the dark room, tension growing from all the words we’ve left unsaid before she got up and silently walked out the front door.
It took me less than a minute of debating with myself before I got up and followed her out the door. She was halfway down the street, arms folded across her chest, eyes on her shoes as she walked under the glow of the street lights.
The clouds rumbled above in the sky before I finally called out her name. Standing in the middle of the street, my heart thundered in my chest rivaling the clouds above before she slowly turned around with my name barely a whisper on her lips.
Our names were the only words we spoke but between us so much was said. When she started to run towards me the lead holding my feet to the asphalt crumbled and it was like she had an invisible string pulling us together.
She threw her arms around my neck as I bent down and picked her up. Our lips melded together as the lightning struck and the thunder roared. A moment later rain began to pour.
I spun her around as she flung her arms out wide. A smile I’ve never gotten tired of seeing plastered so big across her face.
That night as we kissed in the rain, I let the storm wash away all my fears and uncertainty. All my self consciousness.
That night I was all in.
That night and every single second, of every single minute, of every single hour, of every single day since. I was hers.
When I asked her about her sudden curiosity over my little swimmers she said she was late for the past couple days and during that time hope sprouted. Though it died a quick and bloody death in the shower just a few moments ago.
Any number of things could have thrown off her cycle, her surgery, the medications she took after, her new vitamins, our regained sex life, her time away from work, but despite all the odds being against her, she let her mind wander instantly to baby .
Even knowing it was a near impossibility, which is why the next time she’s late it will be a much better surprise.
My gift to her.
Pulling up in front of the surgical center, I step out of my ride share and shoot my brother a text.
Here’s the address of where I need you to pick me up.
4747 Northshore Circle
Building 3 Suite 202
After I sent my text I turned my phone to silent and walked through the automatic doors. I waited until there was no more time to argue before telling my brother where I needed to be picked up.
A couple days ago when I called and asked him for a ride he was beyond annoying, shooting off a million questions.
“Theo!” I snapped when he wouldn’t stop hounding me. “You’ve done a lot of stupid shit. You’ve called me dozens of times asking me for a favor and I’ve granted it, always, without question. So shut the fuck up and tell me if you can pick me up or not?”
“Fine.” Theo reluctantly folded with a long sigh. “Sorry, you’re just making me nervous. We leave in less than two weeks for Spain and mom is riding with us now. This wedding shit is just stressing me out. I don’t need any more surprises.”
“Wait, mom is coming with us? On the plane? But…” I paused because it’s almost humorous what a shit show this is about to be. The private plane is a gift. A little party before we are greeted with the chaos awaiting us in Spain. Not something I’m sure Theo wants our mom witnessing. “I thought you got her and her new beau first class seats on a commercial flight?”
“We did. Non-refundable ones.” I could sense the annoyance in his tone. “Her and Todd apparently got into a fight and she uninvited him to the wedding. Now she’s coming with us, refusing to travel alone in the airport. Said she wants to spend as much time with me as possible before the wedding.”
“Well you are her little bay- bee-.” I teased drawing out the last word in my best impression of a baby voice. Though I doubt my voice has ever been much higher than its current baritone. Even as a toddler.
“Don’t even start. Mom is driving Luna crazy! She is going full MOG-zilla, whatever the hell that means, and she’s been doing this thing where anytime Luna is around she only speaks Spanish and now Luna thinks mom is talking shit about her.”
“Mom probably is talking shit about her.”
“That’s not the point! It’s a fucking mess, Coop. I can’t wait to get this all over with.” He huffed a salty laugh before mumbling. “Maybe we won’t even come back from our honeymoon.”
Theo and Luna ended up renting a massive estate in Barcelona for the wedding party to stay in but even though it has fourteen bedrooms and a sprawling ten thousand square feet it’s looking a little crowded with all the extra drama.
We love our mother. We both would do anything for her and owe her our lives. However, am I willing to lie and say she isn’t the cliche spicy Hispanic mother? Absolutely not.
I wouldn’t doubt it if mama Carmen was one of the reasons Trin chose to get married in a hospital bed versus having an actual ceremony.
* * *
The surgery only took two hours.
Lucky for me Theo has always been punctual. I see him waiting outside in his pickup as the nurse pushes me out in a wheelchair, per their policy, to the curb. I turn and tell her “thank you” again as I climb into the truck. Plopping down in the leather seat I place the ice pack back on my lap. Not so lucky for me is the look on my brother’s face when I turn to look at him after closing the door.
“What the fuck Coop? Don’t tell me you did what I think you fucking did.”
I huff a little laugh as I lean back against the headrest. Shaking his head he slams his truck in gear before peeling out of the parking lot.
“Why am I picking you up from a dick doctor? You have a wife for this shit you know. For better or worse, sickness and health and all that.”
“Trin doesn’t know and you can’t tell her.” I warn before I’m jerked forward. Throwing my hand out to brace myself against the dash as Theo slams on the brakes. Pulling over to the side of the road, he punches the hazard button with his index finger before glancing over at me in shock.
“You’re lying. What do you mean I can’t tell her? It’s not like this is a secret, right?”
I smile and shrug my shoulders.
His eyebrows are so high they’re almost touching his hairline. “You’re not hiding getting your vasectomy reversed from your fucking wife are you?” Theo’s surprise morphs into rage, heating up the car as I try not to laugh.
Failing miserably.
I know laughing in my brother’s face right now isn’t the best move but between his reaction and the meds I got from the doctor I can’t help it.
“Stop saying ‘my wife’ like that. It’s Trin. Not some random chick.” I snap when I’m finally able to pull myself together and stop laughing. My annoyance at his reaction to my little surprise is starting to get under my skin. Peeling back the layers until second thoughts make me itch like crawling ants.
“Trin or not you can’t keep this a secret. You have to tell her.”
“Look at what happened with Luna. With Alex’s wife Ella. What if after the reversal we still can’t get pregnant. What if we never could have in the first place? I took a lot of hits playing ball back in the day and didn’t bother getting my shit tested before I told the doc to snip em’. It’s not like I’ve ever had a reason to get my fertility tested.” I adjust the ice pack on my lap. Stuffing it down my sweatpants now that it’s mostly melted and the pain starts coming in with a dull ache.
“I don’t want her to get her hopes up just to be crushed. I’ve seen her in too much pain already. I’ve caused her enough tears. I don’t want to witness anymore of her agony.”
“But…”
“We’ve talked about it. Not this,” I gesture to my junk, “but we’ve talked about kids and she wants this. We want this. And this is the way I want to do it.”
“I swear to god if you were any other couple I would think you were certifiably insane.”
“Oh piss off. You do think we are certifiably insane.”
“True, but your brand of crazy works for you two. Always has.”
Theo shakes his head and finally starts driving again, as I rest mine against the leather headrest, closing my eyes. The meds are starting to make me groggy.
“I’m really glad you have her back, man. I’m glad you’re back.”
I reach over and grip his shoulder. Giving him a squeeze.
I would never deny that I wasn’t the greatest brother after Trin left me but having her back feels like also having my brother back.