Finding You

Chapter 32: Strange Behaviors ✔️

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°Two months later°

Linda Pov

"You just have to try harder." the woman advice as she eyed us back and forth.

"Oh, believe me. We are." he teased.

I playful punched my husband on his arm which had zero effect on him because of his fitted frame.

My knuckles were slightly in pain.

"Ouch, sweetheart!" he pretends to be hurt, by smoothing his injured arm.

"So, um, what can we do differently to better our chances," I asked.

We choose to pay our doctor a visit. Because we were having difficulty, conceiving. But my husband, Andrew doesn't think that's the case. In fact, he believes that his very well capable of impregnating me.

Successfully, I persuaded him into coming here just to be sure.

"Well, you can try other techniques." the doctor spoke slowly as if she was unsure to mention it.

I gasped when I gathered to what she was the suggestion.

The doctor hands us the brochures. My eyes scan through as I read silently.

I dropped the brochure on the doctor desk, quickly.

Who comes up with those graphically, thoughts?!

My cheeks turned all sorts of color.

"This was all your idea, remember? sweetheart" Andrew couldn't help but laugh at my reaction.

Yea, he's right about that.

° flashback °

"No, sweetheart." Andrew declines my offer and goes back to sleep.

I shook him up and climbed up his large body and sat with my knees between his waist. He refuses to awaken.

So, I did what any wife could've done to get their point across.

I did not give up.

And tapped his shoulder, continually until he finally opened his eyes to gaze at me.

"Please, Andrew" I begged to give him my must adorable eyes stare.

He groans in defeat.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," he says drowsily.

"I love you, babe." I snuggled back into his arms eagerly waited for tomorrow.

° end of flashback °

Oh, why did I suggest this?!

"We should try no. 3, sweetheart." he points at the image on his booklet.

I looked at it with horror.

How can this possibly be done?! Without breaking a rib, or spine, or--

"It requires more time for most couples, while others can conceive faster." says the doctor.

I guess were the couple that needs more time.

"Be at ease. keep doing what you are doing by enjoying each other company. I assure you that you will have a baby in no time." she adds with a smile.

"Thank you for your time, doctor." I shook her hand, Andrew did also.

"Not a problem!" she encouraged.

Andrew and I stood up to leave the doctor office.

"I'm, um, just going to take this." my husband refers to the booklet that I, earlier placed on the doctor desk.

"Goodluck." she winked at me.

I blushed.

Oh, gosh now the doctor thinks that we'll be using those...

Then Andrew glimpsed at the parental brochures section.

He takes a few, so did I. Before we exit her office.

"We have a lot of practicing to do." my husband teased as he got in the car.

"Yes, hubby, we do." I attempt to teased back.

Finally, we came home. Unfortunately, it was not how I planned our day would continue.

He spends his day locked in. His work office. Our bedroom was not far from his office.

I heard numerous amount of phones calls coming from where he was.

I sighed. "We've got a lot of practice to do" he claimed.

So why was I here alone in our bedroom.

I went to the closet to put on a pair of lingerie.

Now, this will get his attention.

I looked at my reflection from the mirror.

I bit my lip. What if he doesn't like this?!

The lingerie was very revealing.

I tiptoe into his work office before I changed my mind.

Lately, he has been overwhelmed with work that he had to bring work home.

He didn't even know to notice me there until I came close to his side.

"You need rest, babe." I took courage to sit on his lap.

"You're right. I do need a break, sweet--" he views what I wore up to down with satisfaction.

Once again we were cut off by a work-related phone call that he nearly dropped me down the floor.

Awkwardly, I watched him talk on the phone.

"I will be right there, sir," he says before hanging up the phone.

"That was Mr. Blently. I gotta go," he adds as he combs his hair with his left hand.

I nodded in reply. "Sure."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." he lifts me up and sat me on his chair.

Then he grabs his coat.

"I will definitely make it up to you." he kissed my lips, but I didn't kiss him back.

"I promise," he said senses my mood.

I responded with a nod again as I watched him leave.

I looked around. The room was piled up with documents.

Then I came across a grey silk tie that was tossed on the floor.

I notice a smudge in bright pink that appeared to be a lip stain.

Oh, gosh! It all makes sense, now.

The late nights.

The phones call...

Stop, assuming, Linda!

You could be wrong about this.

I can tolerate a workaholic husband. But I will not put up with a cheating husband.

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