Chapter 37: Chapter 37

"Miss Yen,  is there any problem?" Dr.  Mitch asked me as soon as I sat on the chair in front of her desk.

"My new job is requiring me to travel. Is it safe for me, doc?"

She looked straight into my eyes for a moment, and I could tell that she was trying to dig the real purpose of my coming there.

"Of course, if your morning sickness isn't bothering you. But I'm afraid you won't be comfortable in going inside restaurants or any cafes."

I smiled, reassuring her with my looks. "I could avoid going into places that could trigger my nausea, doc."

She nodded, retaining the smile on her lips. "Then, we have no problem with that.  Just continue taking the folic acid. I'll give you a certificate then. You may need it anytime."

"Thank you, doc."

She flashed a smile at me again, then turned to her computer on a shelf on her left side. I watched her enter my name and other details on a template until she printed it. Soon, the sound of the printer ejecting a paper filled the atmosphere. She then picked up the paper and placed it inside a long white envelope.

Handing the certificate to me, she then said, "Why do I feel you have something you want to talk to me?"

I chuckled. She indeed had a pair of clinical eyes, or perhaps, my emotion was just so transparent.

"You're right, doc."

She tilted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were full of concern.

"Please, go ahead. I'm always willing to listen."

I heaved out a sigh as a reflex from where to draw out my courage. I then broke into an awkward smile before starting to lay out my emotional burden.

"He's trying to make excuses, and later, he picks on my pregnancy as the best tool."

She knitted her brows and stared at me, but her mind seemed to wander far away.

"He has no desire to do it? How about trying to seduce him? He is your husband, and you have every right to do it."

I shook my head and let out a bitter smile.

"I have done that, doc. I can feel his desire, but he couldn't hold it halfway before I reach an orgasm."

She paused for a moment and got lost in her thoughts again before she answered me.

"Try to make him talk about it. Initiate the conversation. Though I am expecting that he would resist since you are touching his ego and that it may be hard for him to admit it, I believe it is the best step for both of you."

"When he starts admitting, then both of you can plan out on how to correct the problem.  It won't be easy, but constant practice makes it perfect as what a saying says."

"And the other best way I can suggest is for him to go for professional advice.  If he decides on it, please let me know. I can refer you both to someone I know."

I took another deep breath and smiled before thanking her. I went out of the clinic with another burden resting on my shoulder. Letting him admit it wouldn't be easy. Yet, I knew I was the only person who could help him.

Later at home, I found Zed in the garden. Empty black pots were on the ground, and packets of sprouting seedlings sat on a tray.

"Hi, dear! I'm transferring the seedlings to the pots. Why are you back early?"

"Kim gives me the rest of the day off so that I could prepare. He'll take me to one of the Asian branches tomorrow."

"Will you be back in the evening?" Zed asked without looking at me. His eyes were on the pot he was holding.

"I guess so."

"If you are exhausted by the end of the day, don't go home yet. Find a hotel and rest. It's not good for you and the baby."

"Okay."

"Are you hungry? Just one moment, I'll have to finish this."

"A little, but just go ahead."

I went to the garden swing and watched Zed scooping up soil from a basin.  He then placed it carefully into the half-filled pot, avoiding the cylinder-shaped lump in the middle where the sprout sat. Placing the pot afterward into a corner where the rest of the filled pots were, he walked into the water faucet by the fence and washed his hand.

"Let's go," he said, smiling at me. That act of thoughtfulness, where he always prioritized my needs, touched me deeply.

I stepped down from the swing with a warm heart and walked towards him. He then reached out for my hand and held it while we went inside the house.

"You may change first while I prepare your food."

"Okay," I replied, then pulled my hand from his.

"I'll be fast."

"No worries."

Recalling what Dr. Mitch suggested, I picked up a black, thin-strapped top and a piece of revealing denim shorts. It even showed the lower part of my butt. I looked at myself before the mirror and saw my fair skin glowing against my dark bodice. My flawless and long legs also caught my eyes, and I couldn't help admiring its beautiful shape. It's so sad that this gift that I had couldn't arouse my husband.

When I finally went down to the dining room, Zed also came out from the bathroom with only skimpy boxers as his covering. He did not see me as his hands were on his head, rubbing a towel on his hair.

He turned, and his eyes narrowed as it rested on my clothing.

"It's too short. You might catch a cold."

I pouted and grumbled, "Don't you find me sexy?"

"You may be wrapped with a thick wool from head to toe, and I'll still find you sexy."

I giggled at his exaggeration. "Silly. I'm already hungry.  Let's eat."

He stared at my thighs and said, "I'm also hungry."

Because I was thinking about sex lately, I got easily turned on when he suddenly kissed me and squeezed my tits.  As expected, he didn't bother to take off my top. He peeled off my shorts together with my undies, letting them pool at my ankles. He then knelt and sucked me there.

"You're wet," he whispered.

"Because I want you inside me."

"But you're hungry. Let's do it later," he said, moving his head away from between my thighs.

Damn him! How could he stop at the climax of the moment?

I grabbed his head and pushed it against my flower. "I hate it when I'm not fulfilled. Do it now."

He must have sensed the irritation in my voice. He continued, but he had already ruined my mood.

"No. Let's eat," I said, pushing him away. I didn't mind showing him my embarrassment.

Probably he knew about this shortcoming because he lifted me and placed me on the kitchen island with my butt at the edge. He folded my legs and rested my soles on the surface.  With my legs wide open and my cunt in full exposure, my desire returned. I felt sexy that way.

He then sucked my clit again, and a sense of pleasure slowly surfaced. When that sense heightened, I held his shoulders and burrowed my nails into his skin. I used force to bring out a release until I felt all my cells bursting into fine tremors, and a liquid squirted from my orifice.

I then saw him pulling down his waistband. I closed my eyes and waited until I felt his shaft burrowing slowly into my entrance.