137 - Dear Doctor

It took all he had not to follow his gut, sit up and tell her in no way, shape or form was she going back to work. Abso-fucking-lutely NOT! She must be crazy? A. There was no way she could do her job while pregnant, and B. Over his dead body. But he exhaled deeply, counted to ten and thought about her words; I want to go back to work. What exactly did that mean? Did she mean for TEL Productions? Or did she mean for him? The only way he would find out was to ask her.

 

“Define work, please?”

 

“Well, I don’t mean I wanna rig up the stage, if that’s what you're worried about.”

 

“Good. Then what?”

 

“I was thinking along the lines of something with Tony or Sooner.”

 

Thinking about it a little more, there really wasn’t a good enough reason why she couldn’t work for either of them. She could practically run an entire show by herself. Other than the loading and unloading of heavy equipment, which she wouldn’t be doing, she’d be sitting down mostly.

 

“Can I ask why?” his fingers brushed along the small of her back.

 

“Few reasons. One, I really miss it, a lot. I’m bored sitting around doing nothing.” She propped her hands under her chin so she could look at him. “Two, I think if I have something else to keep me busy, other things to think about, I won’t have all this time sitting around worrying about what-ifs.”

 

“Hey,” he gave her his infamous duck lips, “don’t you enjoy watching me strut my jagger swagger?” 

 

“I can get a private show of that anytime I want.”

 

“Smart girl.”

 

“So.”

 

“So, if it is something you think will help, sure, why not?”

 

“Yeah? You’re really okay with this?”

 

“Don’t think I have a choice, really. I know you, and your need to be involved, so I’m willing to try this. But I want you to promise me you won’t do anything you are not supposed to do. That means your feet stay planted firmly on the ground and you lift nothing heavier than a pencil. Got it?”

 

Ariana rolled her eyes, “Yes, sir.”

 

“Good.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll call Tony and Sooner in the morning, see what they have for you, then I’ll let Jeanie know so we can get the paperwork necessary, and she can put you on the payroll.”

 

“Jon, I don’t want to be paid, I just want the distraction.”

 

“I know, but we need to for insurance.”

 

“I forgot about that. Then while you're at it, will you ask her to find a local children’s charity maybe here in Red Bank so I can donate the money to.”

 

“I love you, you know that?”

 

“Yeah, you might have mentioned that a few times.” Ariana rolled off him and reached for the book she had set on the nightstand. “Now, let me get back to my reading.”

 

Swinging his feet to the floor, Jon stood and tugged his shirt up over his head. “I’m gonna shower.” He continued across to where the room met the newly arched doorway to their ensuite.   

 

“You're free to join me if you like.”  

 

Glancing back, he saw she was fully engrossed in her book and slipped quietly into the bathroom.

 

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Returning from his lonely shower, Jon found her exactly where he’d left her, propped up in bed, reading. Only now she was partially under the covers, her flowing curls were lopsidedly clipped atop of her head and she was wearing the cutesy librarian glasses he liked. Slipping under the covers, he leaned into her and placed a lingering kiss on her bare shoulder that ended with a little nibble.

 

“Stop.” she shrugged him off and continued reading.

 

“Hmph!” Jon rolled back to his side of the bed, retrieving his book off the nightstand.  

 

He’d have to remember to send Dr. Barnes a special thank you note for suggesting all those wonderful books she had given Ariana. His very fruitful sex life just went from sixty to zero in record time flat. Fluffing the pillows behind him, he sunk against them. He peeked over at her one last time, then opened his book.

 

They had been reading quietly for some time when Jon glanced over at the oohs and ahs coming from Ariana’s side of the bed. If he didn’t know better, one would actually think she was reading some kind of erotic novel and not the ABCs of Pregnancy.

 

“Whatcha’ reading about over there?” he inquired after her latest grunt.

 

“Braxton Hicks, mucus plugs and Kegel muscles.” Closing her book, she placed it on the nightstand and climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs.  

 

“Do you mind? I’m trying to read here." His eyes never left the page.

 

“Don’t you wanna know about them?” Ariana pulled the book out of his hands and tossed it to the floor. “It’s really quite interesting and useful, I might add.” 

 

Jon tried his best to hide his smirk. “Now, what would I need a mucus plug for?”

 

“You wanna tease?” With one hand on his chest, the other sliding through his hair, Ari leaned to kiss him, allowing her tongue to swirl with his.  

 

Growling into her mouth, he could feel himself grow hard as she rocked against him. He would not let her get what she wanted right away without torturing her a little. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand out of his hair. “No teasing. I was reading.”

 

“Fine, have it your way!” The friction he felt and was enjoying was suddenly gone, and Ari was standing above him.

 

“Wait!” he walked his fingers up her calves and grazed the back of her knees. “Come back down here and tell me all about it.”

 

Bracing one hand on the top of the antique headboard so she wouldn’t fall, she slowly slipped the lace trimmed boy shorts over her hips. Carefully, lifting one leg at a time, freeing herself from them, she kicked them to the floor. Naked from the waist down, she stared down at him and watched as he dug his heels into the mattress and lifted himself off the bed to shed his sweatpants. His semi hard cock was heavy against his stomach.

 

“Braxton Hicks; Sporadic uterine contractions,” she rasped, positioning him at her entrance. “Which can start as early as six weeks. Though one might not notice them at that time,” she pushed down, accepting him one thick inch at a time, “they tend to come somewhat more often as your pregnancy progresses.” A low hiss escaped her lips once he was fully buried inside her. She planted her knees firmly at his sides and rested her ass on his thighs and continued. “One needs to pay close attention if you haven’t hit your thirty-seventh week yet and are having more than four an hour. It could be a sure sign of preterm labor.”

 

Jon grinned. She was like a sponge, with memorizing things word for word. It had always fascinated him. Splaying his palms over her ever-growing belly, his hands began moving in a slow, rhythmic, circular motion. “Have you felt these types of contractions yet?”

 

“Not yet, I don’t think.” Her hands joined his.

 

“How can you tell the difference between these and the real ones?”

 

“Aah. Good question.” Her hips now moved in tandem with their hands. “If I was in labor, their intensity and frequency would increase along with some discomfort in my pelvic area.”  

 

“You are so fucking sexy when you get like this.” 

 

“Like what?”

 

“All nerdy and scholarly.”

 

Ari leaned closer, running her hands up over his chest and across his shoulders. “Should I continue?” her breath warm against his ear.

 

“Yes....” his breath was warm as he ran his tongue along the length of her neck, across her jawline and down the valley between her covered breasts. Jon didn’t stop when he heard her breath hitch, as his teeth grazed her nipple through the soft cotton of her bra.

 

Continuing his ministrations of the taut buds, Jon tried not to cringe as she recited word for word what she had learned next.  

 

“The purpose of the mucus plug is to block the opening of the cervix and prevent bacteria from entering the uterus. As my body prepares to give birth and as my cervix dilates, expelling the mucus plug allowing for the baby to pass through the cervix.”  

 

Grossed out just a little, he ran his fingers down her spine, across the small of her back and dipped into the cleft of her ass. “Can we move on to something a little less,” he scrunched his eyes, “Icky?” 

 

“Not liking this topic?”

 

“It’s a buzz kill, actually.”

 

“S’alright.” she sighed. “This next one…. um… this one is my favorite.”

 

“Why. Is. That?” His words were broken as she grounded her hips against him.

 

"Because this one can be quite useful.” Ariana straightened and looked down at him.

 

“Really?” he cocked his left brow. “Enlighten me.”

 

Unclasping the clip-on top of her head, allowing her long spiral curls to tumble down over her shoulders, except for one curl, she left to hang over the front of her face, “Kegel exercises aim is to; improve the muscle tone by strengthening the pubococcygeus muscles. And not only does it play a very, very, important role in childbirth,” Ari contracted and relaxed said muscle. “But they can be quite helpful with sexual gratification.”  

 

Folding his arms, Jon tucked them under his head. "Go on."