Marilyn grinned from ear to ear as she sat back upright in my lap. “Thank you, honey. I was pretty sure I could convince you.”
“A baby? A BABY! Are you for real?” I shook my head in amazement. What had I gotten myself into now?
“You did promise,” she said accusingly, wagging a finger at me. “You said last week we could start a family.”
“But I thought we’d talk about it first.”
Marilyn tossed my cap on the floor, and then took off my jacket, so that she was now sitting on my lap naked. “We did, last week!” She cupped her tits and started fondling her nipples.
“That wasn’t talking! That doesn’t count! You were trying to trick me!”
Marilyn took my hands and lifted them to her breasts, where I began playing with them by automatic reflex. She sighed happily and slipped a hand down to our crotches, while the other went around my neck. She moved even closer, pressing against me and moaned into my ear. “You promised, Carl.”
“Holy Christ!”
We hadn’t really slipped apart, and my cock was still inside her, and now getting stiff again. Marilyn felt this and began bouncing on me, just enough to start the cycle again. In a few more minutes she was bouncing on me as I pawed her tits and she rubbed her clit, and then I gave her another dose.
At that point, my wife climbed off of me and took my hand and led me into the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, and she returned with the little plastic box of pills. She sat down on the bed next to me and laid them on my chest. She smiled at me but there was a look of worry in her eyes. “Is this all right, Carl?”
I smiled at her. “It’s a hell of a time to ask, isn’t it? Did we just… you, know!”
“No, not yet. I mean, it’s still early in the cycle. I could start taking them again, but I don’t want to, honey, I want a baby.” Marilyn looked like she was going to cry.
I just rolled my eyes. “That’s a very unfair technique, you know that, right?”
“Well?”
I shrugged. “Did I really say that? About starting a family last week?”
“Yes.”
“Was I dressed like this? And were you dressed like that? Any contracts made when both parties are naked are null and void!”
Marilyn grabbed my cock and began playing with me again. “Are you sure about that?”
“You fight dirty!”
“That just means we’re doing it right. Isn’t that what you taught me?” She kept stroking me back to life.
“How long before, well, you know…”
“We’ll just have to keep trying until it happens.”
“Okay, get on your back and get in position.” I tossed the pills onto the nightstand. “Let’s give it the first official shot!”
Marilyn squealed happily and plopped back onto the bed and spread her legs. This round took a long time, since I had already come twice, but Marilyn was very enthusiastic!
The only thing I hadn’t counted on was that Marilyn really wanted a baby, so she decided that until she caught, every drop of my seed was going to be used to try and fertilize an egg. No blow jobs until after she was pregnant. She told me this later that night, after dinner, while she was still wandering around the apartment half naked. I told her that once the test strip turned blue, or did whatever it was supposed to do, she needed to have some knee pads ready. Then I slapped her on the ass and told her to get that warmed up, too.
In March we got some interesting news. I should have expected it from the first time, but Marilyn caught during her first month without being on birth control. This had happened the first time also. Whether it’s her or me, together we’re incredibly fertile! She announced the fact by giving me a blowjob to completion, which she had said wouldn’t happen until she was knocked up. I wasn’t complaining, since this was a great way to find out! She was due sometime in October.
I told Marilyn that any house we bought would need a large yard, since a boy needed a place to run around in. She wanted to know why I thought it was going to be a boy. She was planning on a girl!
I snorted and laughed at this. “Three pregnant women go to the doctor’s office. The first one says she knows she’s going to have a boy, since her husband liked to be on top. The second girl nods and says she knows she’s going to have a girl, since she liked to be on top. Then the third girl started crying! When they asked her why, she said, „Because I’m going to have a puppy!“”
Marilyn sputtered out her wine and shook a finger at me. “You are an awful person!”
“Woof! Woof, woof, woof!”
We didn’t know what we were going to have. While ultrasound exams were in use by then, they weren’t common practice, not like twenty or thirty years later. With Alison and Parker, we learned what the kids were going to be by a calculation of the fetal heart rate; above 140 is a girl and below is a boy. Years later we discovered that this test was wholly inaccurate and a complete myth.
In early March I was sent to Sill to talk to the people there about my future job. The brigade was then in the support cycle, so I could spare the time. I took a three day TDY so it didn’t count against my leave, and left 2nd Lieutenant Max Fletcher in charge of the battery for a few days. He was still pretty green, but how else was he going to learn? The colonel would keep him in line, and if he fucked up, it was better to learn now rather than later, when it might be more important. Like if the shells weren’t just outgoing, but were incoming!
We went through another round of the cycle, and in July Marilyn flew out with me to Lawton to look around. We met with a real estate agent and looked over houses. When she discussed financing options, I simply replied that I already had that under control. Lieutenants and captains don’t have the cash to buy houses outright, and I didn’t need any gossip. I’d worry about it when we moved, and even then I was only going to say something to my wife. We found a house, a nice rancher in a newer subdivision, a three bedroom on a corner lot, and made a small deposit on it, to hold it until it was closer to the time we would move.
It as an interesting trip, though. By then Marilyn was around six months along, and definitely showing. Still, she was a lusty wife, and didn’t argue all that much about leaving her underwear at home during the trip. As much as she might protest that she wasn’t ‘that type of girl’, empirical evidence indicated that she was exactly that type of girl! I certainly didn’t complain. If anything, pregnancy made her even hornier.
Marilyn was excited and happy about being pregnant. Me? I was very, very nervous. I had been a father before, and had at least been no worse than average at the job. Nobody ended up in jail at least, although Maggie seemed to push the envelope. No, I was nervous because of what I knew about Marilyn’s family.
Not to pretty it up, but when I married Marilyn, I went swimming in the shallow end of the gene pool! The Lefleur family suffers from much higher than average rates of cancer, heart disease, diabetes, kidney disease, and obesity. There wasn’t a one of them that didn’t have something dreadful happening or about to happen. On the other hand, none of this happened to the Buckmans. We were amazingly healthy, right up to when we got to the mid-70s, at which point we all got Alzheimer’s and started drooling.
The worst part was that this genetic disaster passed on down to the next generation. Big Bob and Harriet had 40 grandchildren, which seems a lot but only works out to a touch over three per child. Out of those 40 grandchildren, two had Williams Syndrome, one was autistic, and one died three days after birth from a massive heart defect. Four children out of forty with serious genetic disorders, a 10 % rate! That’s horrendous, but it was even worse! Of the 40 grandchildren, six were adopted, and those six were all perfectly healthy. It wasn’t a 10 % rate of genetic disorder, it was almost 12 %! We had an almost one in eight chance that our unborn child would be massively disabled. The more Marilyn’s belly grew, the more worried I grew.