Life's Perfect Plan (The Life Series) (3 page)

Once he went back into the room at the doctor’s office I surprised him with pictures of me naked, close ups of my tits and pussy. He texted me back while I was sitting in the waiting room.

Grant: Thank you! Seeing your sweet pussy is so much better than the trash they have in here. I will be out in no time. I love you!

Me: You’re quite welcome! Third time’s a charm, baby!

After his speedy appointment I am called in for my retrieval. Dr. Wilson retrieved 8 eggs. A couple hours after the procedure Grant and I go home where we cuddle up in bed and sleep the rest of the day away.

It’s Thursday, tonight I want to make Grant a nice dinner. I know he has been in court all day, and I know he will be exhausted. So I make him his favorite, chicken marsala with mashed garlic potatoes and Caesar salad. I am mashing the potatoes when I hear his bike pull into the garage. I grab a beer from the fridge and meet him at the door. His eyebrows are pushed together, so I know he is pissed. “Everything alright?” I quietly ask as he puts his briefcase on the washing machine in the laundry room and grabs the beer out of my hand. He pulls me in for a kiss on the lips, and then brushes his lips across my forehead.

“Everything is just fucking great. I had a case with Judge Myers, damn I can’t stand that asshole. Anyway, I’m thinking the feelings are mutual because he gave me hell about everything I tried to present. Court ended up being dismissed for the day and will resume on Tuesday. So now my client has to sit in jail even longer. It’s just one of those days, sweetheart.”

“Mine was ok, tons of paperwork on my end, but the best part was I didn’t have to get out of my pajamas. At least you will have a stress free weekend. Go do your manly things, ride your Harley, and enjoy yourself,” I say as I walk up behind him as he is over the stove looking what is in the pot. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his back.

“That is what I am looking forward to. You can still come if you want to. Jack is bringing his girlfriend. You would have a female to shop with or hang out on the beach.”

“No, you go ahead. Dr. Wilson said that they wouldn’t even do implantation until Monday. I’m just going to take it easy until then. Kate and Ella are coming over tomorrow night and on Saturday I am getting a much needed haircut. I have so much work to catch up on since our many doctor appointments. “What are you going to do to your hair? Don’t cut it too short. I love your hair this long. It’s so beautiful!”

He’s always made me feel beautiful even though I stick out like a sore thumb. I have light auburn red hair that is long and wavy. My skin is pale, which sucks living in Florida. Year round, my lotion of choice is sun screen. My eyes are too big for my face; they are green with flecks of gold. Grant tells me they look like emeralds. He loves my eyes and hair color, which makes me feel damn good. All women want to be reminded how beautiful they are and Grant always does that for me. Like I said, I am 5’4, but unlike Ella or Kate I am stout and curvy. I’m not fat, I’m a size 6, but let me tell you I have some hips and a butt. I just wish I had more volume in the boob department. I’m not too small, but I don’t fill out my size C cups as much as I would like. I kiss the person who invented the miracle bra, those have been my saving grace in the cleavage department.

“I’m going to get it all cut off!”

His jaw just hit the floor. “You’re wh-what?” He tries to sputter out of his mouth.

“Grant chill, I’m messing with you. I’m just getting a trim, maybe layers and possibly thinking of going for bangs, again.”

He smacks my ass, “Woman! Don’t scare me like that. I love your hair. It makes you glow, like an angel.”

I look up to him and smile. “Geez, I need to make more threats to get compliments like this from you. You made my night. It was worth the meal I made for you.”

“I see mashed potatoes, what else did you make?” He steps to the side and pulls open the oven door. He shuts it, turns around, and grabs me to one with his body. “You are the best wife ever! You made me Chicken Marsala. If I wasn’t starving I would take you to our room right now and have my way with you … but I’m hungry, let’s eat!”

Friday morning Grant gets up early. He is meeting Sean for breakfast before they head to Daytona. “Are you sure you don’t want to come and get breakfast?” he asks as he throws some clothes into a duffle bag.

“I’m sure. I’m meeting a client for brunch anyway.”

I pull myself out of bed, walk by him, and slap his adorable ass on my way down stairs to make coffee. As I pour the water into the coffee machine I look up to see him standing and staring at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just watching my beautiful wife making coffee. I’m going to miss you. Are you going to miss me?”

“Grant, of course, I’m going to miss you. Have a lot of fun, and get it all out of your system, because you are mine when you get back.” I say this as I walk over to meet him, hold him close to me, and grab his ass.

“Careful sweetheart, my ass has to sit on a bike seat for the next two days.”

I kiss him long and hard. He sucks on my tongue and then bites my lower lip. I can feel his cock stir in his jeans. I pull him closer to me and I’m literally fucking his mouth with my tongue. I don’t want to stop, but he grabs my face with his hands. He stares down into my eyes while rubbing his thumbs across my jaw. “Beth, you continue to kiss me like this I’m going to throw you on the floor, strip you naked, spread you wide, and have my way with you.”

I smile and blush while I take my hand and rub his twitching cock. I quietly whisper to him, “Please throw me on the floor.”

He gives me that laugh, and then I start to laugh. “Sweetheart when I return home I will have the pleasure of having my way with you on the floor. I really need to get going. Sean is waiting.” He grabs my hand and walks me to the garage. He gives me a brief kiss on the lips, and then moves to leave a kiss on my forehead.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too. Please be safe and let me know when you get there.”

He hops on his bike, walks it out backwards. He starts it up. Before he leaves the driveway, he turns around and blows me a kiss. Before closing the garage door I stare at him as he leaves the cul de sac. All of a sudden I don’t feel too great. I close the door, and head to the shower to get ready for work.

As I am about to head into the shower I hear my cell phone ring. Wrapping a towel around me I run to retrieve my phone. I answer it. It’s Lucy from Dr. Wilson’s office.

“Hi Elizabeth, this is Lucy. Your embryos are ready to be implanted. We need to do it quickly because four didn’t make it. Can you come at 9:30a.m.?”

Shit! I sit here, thinking this isn’t going to be a ‘third time’s a charm’ if those eggs are looking not worthy in a petri dish. “Umm … yeah I can be there. I will make it work. See you soon.”

I call Cole, my father in law, and let him know that an emergency appointment came up. I don’t go into details because that is just too bizarre, but he does know it has to deal with me trying to get pregnant. I ask him if he can get Indira to go on my brunch meeting. Indira is another associate with the practice. I relay the details of my meeting to him. I let him know I’ll be at home if he needs me, otherwise I’ll see him on Monday.

Then I call Ella, I need her to go with me. I can’t call Grant. He’s been looking forward to this since summer. I hope to catch her before she goes into work.

“Hola Chica!”

“Ella, I need a huge favor. Dr. Wilson’s office just called. They have to do implantation this morning. My embryos aren’t looking good. This is my last go around. Can you please get the morning off and take me?”

“Beth, let me see what I can do, but I am sure I can. Let me get into work and see who can cover my shift. What time is your appointment?”

“It’s at 9:30. I can drive myself there. We can just get my car tomorrow.”

“You sure about this Beth, do you want me to call Grant?”

“Ella, he just left for his bike trip for the weekend. I’ve done this before. I just need a ride home.”

“Alright, I’ll call you back.”

I hop in the shower and take my time since I know I won’t be going to work. As I am drying my hair Ella returns my call, and tells me that she will come here to get me. She got someone to come in and cover her shift for the morning.

I finish getting ready, throw on a pair of black yoga pants and purple V-neck shirt, grab a pair of black flip flops, and pull my hair up in a ponytail.

I go let our dogs, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm, out. Our first born babies, they’re chocolate labs, brother and sister. As I watch them run around the backyard I remember when Grant came home with them. It was after our fourth insemination failed. He put Pebbles in a hot pink crystal studded collar and Bamm-Bamm in a faux black leather collar. As we were trying to come up with names a Flintstone Vitamin commercial came on. We looked at each other and laughed. We knew what each other was thinking. We shrugged our shoulders, and declared that they would be Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm. I close the sliding door and go into the laundry room where I fill up their food bowls. I hear Ella honking her horn. I go and let the dogs in, kiss their heads, and tell them to be a good boy and girl.

I walk out to Ella’s swanky white BMW sport utility vehicle. I hop into the front seat, lean over and give her a kiss on the cheek. She returns the favor, giving me kisses on both cheeks. Ella is gorgeous. She is a several inches taller than me. She is part Argentinean and Italian, so she has the silky dark brown hair, big beautiful brown eyes with those envious long lashes of hers. Her olive skin tone complexion is always glowing. She has the fullest lips, lips that would put Angelina Jolie to shame. As I buckle myself in I say, “Hey there pretty mama. How has your week been? How are the girls, Nina, and Chris?”

“Honey, we don’t have enough time to talk about my Mama drama. Alexis had a meltdown in ballet class. She didn’t want to do what the other girls were doing, so she took off her slippers and threw them at the teacher. Then took off her tutu and put it on one of the girl’s heads that was dancing next to her. We are potty training Brooke. She decided that she doesn’t want to poop in the potty or even wear a poopie diaper. She just wants to paint with it. Last night after she had her bath and was tucked her in she decided to become Monet and paint her crib and wall with shit! Oh, and mama has cut holes in Chris’s underwear. She says they are too tight, and she wants a grandson ASAP. Little does she know that I am on birth control. There are no more babies coming out of my hoohah anytime soon. Chris is over her, and threatens to put arsenic in her tea. Yes, welcome to my life.”

“Oh!”

I don’t know what else to say because it does sound like a lot of draining motherhood crap, but at the same time I want to have those daily crises with my child.

I can tell she is tense and probably nervous for me. I’m sure she feels bad for me. She wants this to work just as bad as I do, so I can then be a part of the mommy club. It is very difficult to go through life’s milestones, then I come to a barricade, while my two best friends continue on with their life plan.
“Please God; please let this work this time.”

Ella has two beautiful girls. Alexis is five and in Kindergarten. She has a spit fire personality like her momma. Brooke is almost two, and
the energizer bunny in the family. I would love to have an eighth of that toddler’s energy.

Ella married her high school sweetheart Chris. Chris and Ella were the whole afterschool special couple. Head cheerleader and the quarterback, prom king and queen, the most beautiful and most likely to succeed couple, blah, blah, blah. I met Ella as a freshman in college. We were dorm roommates. Then two years later we moved into an apartment, along with Kate. Kate is my childhood friend, who I have known since we were six.

Chris became a Pharmacist and works many long hours at the local drug store. When Ella became pregnant with Brooke, it became difficult to juggle everything. They asked Nina, Ella’s mom, to move in to help out. I’m sure every mother has these daily scenarios, it’s just life handing you lemons, and you finding a way to make lemonade, or some bullshit like that.

I just hope Ella realizes how lucky she really has it. She is living the American girl dream. If I get pregnant, I don’t have my family close by. They live outside of Asheville, NC. My brother Ethan followed his girlfriend there, and opened his own mechanic shop. Dad lost his job here. Ethan offered him a partnership, so Mom and Dad packed up and moved there. I don’t have the luxury of having my mother live over the garage. It will be hard, and I know that, but I want this baby so badly.

Minutes later we pull into the doctor office. She walks with me into the waiting room. I sign myself in. She plays on her phone as I nervously tap my foot on the floor. She puts her hand on my knee. “Honey, it’s going to be OK. Have faith and hope.” Why is that so much easier said than done? I love her to death, but she has no fucking clue what is going through my head. She looks at Chris wrong and BOOM she is pregnant. I hate this feeling of not having any control over my own damn body, especially when there isn’t a damn thing I can do.

“Elizabeth Thomas” I hear my name called by the nurse. Ella gives me a hug and I walk back. I change into a gown, and get in position on the table. I’m given a sedative to relax me. Dr. Wilson comes in, “Hi Elizabeth. Sorry to make you rush, but I thought it would be best to implant today. Do you want to do the usual two embryos?” I look at him and panic. If I do two then the other two that aren’t that viable are disposed, but what if they have a chance inside of me. I sit and stare at the table that holds my embryos … my babies.

“Dr. Wilson, can we do all of them today? This is our last attempt at IVF, and I want to put them all in.”

“You do realize that there is a chance for multiples if we do this? I mean more than twins, more than triplets.” Well, of course, I know there has always been a chance of multiples because we always implanted two. Since two might not make it I have two backups. So if anything I just might get pregnant with one, or at the most twins. We can handle twins, we were hoping for twins.