Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“First of all, it’s not an it, it’s a her. Second of all, don’t be inappropriate.”
He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest, and stared at the stirrups. “We could have one of those delivered to the house.”
Before I could yell at him for being a pervert, the door opened, and a cheery redhead waltzed in. “Hello!”
Well, wasn’t she chipper?
“Sorry to keep you waiting. We’ll have you out of here in no time. And, good, you’re already in position.”
I adjusted the modesty blanket and opened my gown, exposing my belly.
The tech turned on the monitor and faced me with an enormous wand. “Oh, the doctor ordered a transvaginal ultrasound so you can keep your gown closed.”
I blushed and covered my stomach just as she rolled a condom down the long penis-shaped stick. That’s when I understood that enormous dildo was a camera. My eyes widened.
“That’s how you collect the images?” Hale grinned and I rolled my eyes.
“Why don’t you just ask for some popcorn, Hale. It’s not a movie premiere.”
The tech chuckled as she squirted a blob of lubricant on the end of the giant wand and handed it to me. I looked at her questioningly. “Um?”
“You’re going to insert the transducer into the vagina, and I’ll guide it from there.”
If Hale’s grin got any bigger I was going to smack him in the head with the big dildo. “I just, uh, put it inside?”
“Yup.”
Face burning, I bent forward and slipped the rod inside. It didn’t matter that there was lube and a condom, this was the most unsexual situation I’d ever been in.
A black-and-white image moved on the screen. “Great. I’ll take it from here.”
She reached between my legs and gripped the end of the probe. Was this what the crop circle aliens did when they abducted people?
“Go ahead and lie back and relax, Rayne. No reason for you to be uncomfortable.”
If only she knew me.
Her gaze was glued to the screen.
Hale wagged his brows, and I shot him fireballs from my eyes.
“Try to relax. You’re tensing.”
Jesus, she could feel that?
“How exactly does this work? Is it sonar?” It was reassuring to see that my husband still had some maturity left. He frowned at the blurry images on the screen.
Was that what my internal organs looked like?
“Yes. The transducer emits high-frequency sound waves that bounce off internal structures and create images of the pelvic organs.” She moved the wand, and my eyes went wide. She was really freaking up there. “There’s your wife’s cervix. And this area here is the rectum.”
“I thought I recognized that.”
I was going to kill him.
The tech laughed. “And that right there is the bladder.”
It was official. Hale had finally seen every last inch of me. While he made jokes and she took pictures, I did what I did best and worried. “Does everything look okay?”
“Oh, I just take the images. The doctor will go over the results with you.”
That sounded ominous. Why did we have to call them results? Maybe they were just selfies? Whatever happened to good old slides?
Hale took my hand. “You okay, baby?”
Oh, look who finally showed up for emotional support. About freaking time. “I’m fine. Just lying around with a big old wand up my cooter.”
He squeezed my hand lovingly. “Just a typical Wednesday afternoon.”
What was with him today? My eyes narrowed. “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, Mister.”
He chuckled and blew me a kiss.
The tech took several pictures of my insides, and then the wand was gone, and I was instructed to get dressed.
As we walked to Hale’s side of the building, I joked, “I hope they didn’t find any pictures of old school rings up there.”
Hale growled. “Not funny, Rayne.”
“Oh, you’re the only one who can make jokes today?”
“Those are the rules.”
I rolled my eyes.
To Hale’s disappointment, I was not allowed in the sample room with him. “Is there a nurse who can offer a little prostate stimulation if he needs it? Sometimes that helps.”
“Rayne,” Hale snapped, and I snickered.
Payback was a bitch.
“I don’t need that,” he assured the nurse.
“Uh, we don’t offer that,” she said, missing the joke. She slid Hale a cup, and I plopped into a waiting room chair, wincing.
Of course, Hale noticed, and his expression instantly turned to concern. “You okay, baby?”
I rubbed my bottom. “Yeah. My butt’s still sore from last night.”
He grinned. “I bet it is.” He tossed the cup up in the air and caught it in one hand. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“Oh, honey, you never take that long,” I teased loudly. His eyes narrowed as he disappeared into the private room. He was going to spank me again.
After our appointment at the fertility clinic, we were told to grab dinner at a local restaurant and return to the clinic when we finished to review the results of our tests.