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"Yeah…" Lee frowned for a moment and chewed
on her lip. I was instantly suspicious.

"What happened?" I asked. "You know
something, don't you?"

Her eyes widened to the point that I thought
they would fall out of her head. "How do you do that?" she
demanded.

"Do what?" I asked with a smirk. "Know when
you're hiding shit from me?" She nodded eagerly and I burst out
laughing. She was so innocent. "You do realize that you've just
admitted you're hiding something from me?"

Her brow furrowed for a moment before her
lips curled up in a smug little grin. "That's blatant trickery,"
she teased as she sat up and straddled my hips. "Do you want to
hear a little bedtime story, Kyle?"

Fuck, I didn't want to hear a story. I wanted
her to keep wiggling.

"It's really juicy," she purred as she rocked
back and forth on my junk.
Jesus…

She beamed down at me and I shook my head in
amusement. "What did you do, princess?"

"Not me," she sniggered. "It's something your
grandfather did." She frowned for a moment before smiling. "Well,
it's more like
who
he did."

"Uh," I groaned. "Sweet Jesus, no, of course
I don't wanna know who my grandfather did." Especially since I had
a fair idea of
who
she was talking about. I'd walked in on a
'moment' between the pair when I was fourteen. I tried to keep the
image locked in a box in the darkest fucking corner of my mind. No
way was I opening that can of worms…

"He was with Linda," she blurted out with a
laugh, clearing enjoying my discomfort. "For years, Kyle. They were
a couple…" she whispered as she waggled her eyebrows.
"Sexually."

"Ahhh," I shouted closing my eyes. My brain
was screaming
'la la la.'
"Please Stop, princess. I can't
hear this shit."

"What's wrong, Kyle?" Lee purred as she
stroked my chest. "Old people have sex too."

"Lee," I warned, all notions of fun-time
fading fast as my dick went into hiding.

"Sexual Intercourse, Kyle," she squealed.
"Your grandpa and Linda, doing it…maybe even on your desk."

"Fuck," I groaned as I sat up and tossed her
off my lap. "You really know how to ruin the mood, don't you?"

She flopped onto her back and cackled. "Your
face," she laughed. "Oh, god, your face was priceless." Her shirt
rode up as she squirmed on the bed laughing, revealing the lace
white panties she had on, and my dick perked up once again.

"You wanna talk about sex," I grinned as I
leaned over her. "You wanna make me squirm?"

She nodded her head as she grinned up at me.
"Correction. I made you squirm."

"Funny," I purred as I sat back on my heels
and grabbed the edges of her panties. "Well, I should probably
return the favor then, shouldn't I?" Her eyes widened as I dragged
her panties down her legs before pushing her thighs apart.

"I'm sorry," she breathed, eyes wide and
cheeks pink.

I grinned and shook my head slowly. "No
you're not," I teased as I settled between her legs. "But you will
be."

 

 

****

Lee

 

"Sorry about this, baby," Kyle mumbled as he
pulled on a pair of gray sweats and grabbed a hoodie from the
dresser drawer. Kyle received a frantic phone call from Marcus
about twenty minutes ago, who had demanded he come straight to the
hotel. "I know it's late, but he's freaking the fuck out."

"Its fine," I coaxed as I sat on our bed and
watched him dress quickly. "What's his problem anyway?"

"Fuck if I know, baby," he grumbled as he
slipped his feet into his sneakers and knelt to tie his laces. I
grinned in amusement as I took in Kyle's attire. I'd never seen him
wear sweats to work before, but he looked so stressed that I
decided not to comment on the fact. "Someone called in sick or
something," he growled as he stood up and stretched his arms over
his head. "And he can't find anyone to cover." Stalking over to
where I was sitting, he bent down, grabbed my neck and kissed me
deeply. "Stay inside," he whispered against my lips. "Don't
answer…"

"The door," I finished for him and gently
pushed him away with a smile. "I know. I won't." He looked at me
longingly for a moment before nodding and rushing out of our
bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, I climbed off
the bed and dropped to my knees. Pulling the folder Linda had given
me out from under the bed, I sat on my heels and rubbed my fingers
over the paper. I shouldn't look at this…Should I?

I glanced nervously at the door and then down
at my hands. What if there was something in this that I wasn't
supposed to see? What if I read something and
had
to tell
Kyle? Linda said he wasn't ready for what was inside of this. I
looked down at Hope, who was sitting on the floor next to me, and
got the distinct impression that she was frowning at me.

She
was
frowning.

God, even my baby knew I was doing the wrong
thing.

I slid my finger under the opening and
paused. No, this was wrong. I would be betraying Linda. She trusted
me to take care of this for Kyle. It wasn't my privilege to go
snooping in his private things. I should respect that. I shouldn't
read it.

It wasn't mine to read…

Climbing to my feet, I held the folder to my
chest and walked over to my chest of drawers. Tucking the folder
into a drawer, I covered it with some underwear and forced myself
to step away from it. I would not open it. I would do the right
thing.

I would wait.

 

****

Chapter 15

Slip of
the tongue

Lee

"So, what the hell does that mean for us?"
Kyle asked, his tone agitated, his posture frantic. His knees were
bobbing, his hands were drumming on the desk in front of us and if
he didn't calm down soon, I was going to ask the doctor for a
tranquilizer–for Kyle. We were sitting in Dr. Michael's office,
receiving the results of my last kidney biopsy test and I was
growing agitated. I hadn't gotten a word in edgeways with Kyle–and
neither had Dr. Michaels. "Is this good or bad? In lay-man's
terms," Kyle continued, not one bit mindful of the fact that it was
my
body he was talking about. He had already embarrassed the
hell out of me, threatening to surgically removed Dr.
Bromwick's…nether regions if he so much as looked in my direction
again. Dr. Michael's had spent twenty long–and painfully
boring–minutes reassuring Kyle that he would be the only doctor to
treat me from now on.

"Calm down," I hissed as I pressed my palm on
his knee to stop him from shaking. "Let the man speak." Good grief,
his anxiety levels must be through the roof…

Kyle looked down at me, his expression
apologetic. "Sorry, baby," he murmured, covering my hand with his.
His fingers threaded through mine and he gave my hand a little
squeeze. "Go ahead, doc," Kyle said as he took a deep breath. "Lay
it on me." Dr. Michaels smirked at both of us and I rolled my eyes
in exasperation.

'Lay it on me…'

"The results of your biopsy are positive,"
the doctor told us. I sagged in relief and Kyle groaned–literally
groaned like the doctor had just removed an unbearably painful
stick from his butt. He stopped fidgeting and actually sat still to
listen to the doctor. "Everything looks good. No signs of infection
or obstructions." He gazed down at his notes before looking at me.
"Unfortunately, there is still no sign of reversal in the right
kidney, but it's very early days. Have you menstruated this month,
Lee?" Dr. Michaels asked and the blood drained from my face as the
fidgeting coming from the big ape beside me started up again

"No," I whispered, feeling acutely
embarrassed at having this conversation with two men. "Nothing has
happened in over a year," I added, red-faced.

Dr. Michaels frowned for a moment before
masking his features and smiling once again. "Well, you're very
young," he said in a kind voice. "Plenty time for things to correct
themselves," he paused before adding in a much softer tone, "I can
refer you to a specialist if that’s what you wish, a doctor who
specializes in fertility, but I'm not overly concerned for now. I
feel time is the best healer for that particular issue."

"No, no," I mumbled as I clasped my trembling
hands together. "I'd rather not, doctor." The thought alone made me
want to crawl under the desk in front of me and cower.

"What about sex?" Kyle blurted out and I
thought I was going to die on the spot. My eyes darted to my Hope,
who was sitting in her stroller next to my chair wide awake. I had
a moment where I contemplated reaching over and covering her
ears.

"Your daddy has a problem with his mouth,
Hope," I mumbled, trying to change the topic at hand as I stared
down at Hope in embarrassment. "He doesn't know when to keep it
shut." Hope's eyes fixed on mine and I cringed. I hoped like hell
she wouldn't remember this. For all I knew Kyle could be scarring
our daughter for life. I heard things like this really affected
kids. She was seven months old, but she was smart. Oh no…

"Can we fuck? Is it safe or does she need
more time?" he asked deadpan. Oh sweet Jesus, did he just ask the
doctor about
fucking
? Oh my god. I sent a small prayer up to
baby Jesus and begged him to retract Kyle's powers of speech for
the duration of this appointment.

"Kyle," I growled, my face enflamed with
embarrassment. "For the love of god, stop talking."

Dr. Michaels grinned at us and I secretly
questioned my religion when Kyle continued rambling with no shame.
"Shh, baby, we're all adults here," he said patting my knee.

I stiffened and inclined my head towards
Hope. "No, we're not…"

"Hope doesn't understand," Kyle snorted,
dismissing me. "We've been having sex with…" his voice trailed off
as he looked down at his fingers for a moment. "about nine weeks,"
he continued, staring at the doctor in earnest. "Nothing
hardcore…mostly missionary…" He paused for a brief moment before
adding, "Some nights Lee goes on top too, but I wasn't sure if it's
okay. Is there a certain position we're supposed to be doing? I
don't wanna break her, doc."'

"God," I muttered and covered my face with my
hands. I made a mental note to
never
allow him to come with
me
ever
again for the rest of our lives. I wasn't sure if I
could ever look Dr. Michael in the eyes again.

"Mr. Carter," the doctor chuckled as he
folded his arms over his chest and gazed at us in amusement. "I can
assure you that you won't 'break' her."

Ahhh
. I couldn't hear this. My eyes
flicked towards the exit and Kyle clamped a strong hand down on my
denim clad thigh, clearly reading where my thoughts were going
before smirking down at me. "You're an adult," he mouthed as his
lips curled up in an annoyingly sexy way.

"You're an asshole," I mouthed back at him
which caused both men to laugh.

"You two are quite comical," the doctor
joked, his smile falling when he noticed my glare. Clearing his
throat, he assumed the usual doctor tone when he said, "Intercourse
is perfectly safe, Mr. Carter. It's been almost five months since
Lee's surgery. You're both young and a healthy sexual relationship
can be quite beneficial…" He cleared his throat and dropped his eye
to his file once again before glancing up at me with a look of
concern. "You haven’t been taking the contraceptive pill, have
you?"

"What?" My eyes widened, my face mirroring
his look of concern. "No, why? Am I supposed to?" I wasn’t on
anything because I didn’t need anything. The doctors had told me as
much when they confirmed what I already knew. I was broken.

"Absolutely not," Dr. Michaels said in a
relieved tone. "I've had a few female patients over the years who
have shown signs of relapse. Studies have shown the
ethinylestradiol in the contraceptive pill significantly reduces
the function of the particular anti-rejection medication you've
been prescribed."

"Oh," I mumbled, not having the slightest
clue of what he'd just said to me. "Well, it's not a major concern
for us, is it?" Dr. Michaels looked at me baffled and I sighed.
"I'm not ovulating," I clarified.

"No," he said sadly. "The tests you were
given before you were discharged from hospital verify that.
Gynecology is not my specialized field, but it's like I said
earlier, things can change, Lee."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Kyle interrupted and I wanted to gag him. Most of the time I liked
the fact that he spoke his mind, but in certain circumstances the
man needed to put a filter on his tongue. Leaning forward, he
rested his elbows on the desk and concentrated on Dr. Michaels
face. "Are you saying she can get pregnant again?"

"Kyle," I begged as I rubbed my brow. "Please
stop. You know I can't."

"Who said you can't?" he countered, eyes
locked on mine. "No one told me," he growled, answering his own
question before turning his gaze back to the doctor. "Things can
change how, doc?"

"Well," Dr. Michaels said as he stretched and
relaxed in his chair. "At the moment the chances of Lee conceiving
naturally are slim to none, but once her body starts to ovulate
regularly, and perhaps with some I.V.F treatment, there may be a
possibility she could conceive and carry a pregnancy to full
term."

"How long could it take?" Kyle asked quietly.
"Are we talking months?"

"Months, maybe years, and quite possibly
never," Dr. Michaels replied before adding, "The trauma to her body
was substantial. Making an accurate call on your chances of
conceiving again would be unprofessional on my behalf. I don't want
to give you false hope."

"You're not," I interrupted quickly and Kyle
swung around to face me. His questions were causing all kinds of
red flags to fly up in my brain. "We're not having another baby,
Dr. Michael," I said quietly, keeping my eyes locked on Kyle's. "So
this conversation is pointless."

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