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muserevival2016-06-25 01:20 pm
emilywhereverimayfindher) wrote in muserevival2016-06-25 01:20 pm
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123.6 Picture Prompt
gentle touch
If there was one thing that Emily never ever imagined herself doing, it was checking her fertility on a regular basis in hopes of getting pregnant. It was important, though. When you were a lesbian, it wasn't just a given that you could end up pregnant by trying over and over without a little more groundwork than your average hetero couple. Em and Ange had been very carefully keeping an eye on things, and as soon as the fertility monitor told them that Em was ovulating, Ange was rushing to get Clitty to jerk off into a receptacle.
Both girls had decided that they wanted to attempt this at home before they went to the effort of having a doctor help them along. There was no reason to go in if you had the means to do it yourself, and Emily had confided in Ange that she wanted it to be something that they did together, in the safety and comfort of their own home, not in the sterile environment of a hospital. She wanted their baby to be created with love, and while only one of them was contributing DNA, they were both going to share in the baby making process together. It was ultimately what both of them wanted more than anything. So they'd gone through the whole process, just as it was laid out for them, and it was Ange herself who did the job.
In the aftermath of such a weighty moment, Em had to look down at herself and laugh, her ass resting on a pile of pillows, and her feet up in the air as if willing the jizz to find its way to the Promised Land. She turned to look at Ange who, in the midst of going crazy about trying to find a new place, needing to pack, needing to talk to Ainsley, needing to do a million and one things, for once looked like she was able to focus on just this one thing. The redhead's cool finger brushed against Emily's brow, where her hair was getting longer and falling into her eyes. "I hope we did it this time," Emily told her fiancee softly, one hand moving to rest over her flat belly, trying to picture what it would look like with a little person growing inside. "Because I'm pretty sure if we have to ask Clitty for jizz too many times, he's going to tell us to make our own fucking jizz."
Angela smiled, and shrugged. "It would be nice if it worked this time. If it didn't, we'll try again. If Clitty doesn't cut off our sperm supply on principle."
Things would be going crazy again soon. Emily knew that. She knew Angela... She knew her, and she loved her for every small part of who she was. And she knew that this quiet peaceful moment wouldn't last long when her girlfriend had so much to do. It was a huge thing, moving... and not only moving but combining households with other people. Em had lived with Clitty for years, and with Linc for years before that. But this was a huge family household they were creating, and she knew it was a big thing to do. She loved Angela that much more for recognizing the need that their loved ones had, and stepping up to make a change.
Sure, it would only be a matter of time before Ange was up and at 'em again, packing all the things, talking to everyone, and figuring everything out. It was her way. And Em wasn't going to be allowed to do much for a while other than lie there and hope that the insemination took. But for the moment, they lay there together, side by side, hand in hand, thumbs brushing gently against knuckles in their bedroom. "I love you," Emily told Ange softly.
Ange smiled, kissing her long and gentle in the dim lighting. "I love you, too, babe. You just rest, okay? I gotta go start packing, and let Ains know what's going on. Kiddo's got his head in the clouds with Haz so much lately, who knows what he thinks is going on."
Emily had to laugh at that. It was just as she suspected... But it didn't matter. It was Ange, and she'd never regret for a moment the choice to build her life and family with this woman.
Ange isamericanskin and used with love and permission.
If there was one thing that Emily never ever imagined herself doing, it was checking her fertility on a regular basis in hopes of getting pregnant. It was important, though. When you were a lesbian, it wasn't just a given that you could end up pregnant by trying over and over without a little more groundwork than your average hetero couple. Em and Ange had been very carefully keeping an eye on things, and as soon as the fertility monitor told them that Em was ovulating, Ange was rushing to get Clitty to jerk off into a receptacle.
Both girls had decided that they wanted to attempt this at home before they went to the effort of having a doctor help them along. There was no reason to go in if you had the means to do it yourself, and Emily had confided in Ange that she wanted it to be something that they did together, in the safety and comfort of their own home, not in the sterile environment of a hospital. She wanted their baby to be created with love, and while only one of them was contributing DNA, they were both going to share in the baby making process together. It was ultimately what both of them wanted more than anything. So they'd gone through the whole process, just as it was laid out for them, and it was Ange herself who did the job.
In the aftermath of such a weighty moment, Em had to look down at herself and laugh, her ass resting on a pile of pillows, and her feet up in the air as if willing the jizz to find its way to the Promised Land. She turned to look at Ange who, in the midst of going crazy about trying to find a new place, needing to pack, needing to talk to Ainsley, needing to do a million and one things, for once looked like she was able to focus on just this one thing. The redhead's cool finger brushed against Emily's brow, where her hair was getting longer and falling into her eyes. "I hope we did it this time," Emily told her fiancee softly, one hand moving to rest over her flat belly, trying to picture what it would look like with a little person growing inside. "Because I'm pretty sure if we have to ask Clitty for jizz too many times, he's going to tell us to make our own fucking jizz."
Angela smiled, and shrugged. "It would be nice if it worked this time. If it didn't, we'll try again. If Clitty doesn't cut off our sperm supply on principle."
Things would be going crazy again soon. Emily knew that. She knew Angela... She knew her, and she loved her for every small part of who she was. And she knew that this quiet peaceful moment wouldn't last long when her girlfriend had so much to do. It was a huge thing, moving... and not only moving but combining households with other people. Em had lived with Clitty for years, and with Linc for years before that. But this was a huge family household they were creating, and she knew it was a big thing to do. She loved Angela that much more for recognizing the need that their loved ones had, and stepping up to make a change.
Sure, it would only be a matter of time before Ange was up and at 'em again, packing all the things, talking to everyone, and figuring everything out. It was her way. And Em wasn't going to be allowed to do much for a while other than lie there and hope that the insemination took. But for the moment, they lay there together, side by side, hand in hand, thumbs brushing gently against knuckles in their bedroom. "I love you," Emily told Ange softly.
Ange smiled, kissing her long and gentle in the dim lighting. "I love you, too, babe. You just rest, okay? I gotta go start packing, and let Ains know what's going on. Kiddo's got his head in the clouds with Haz so much lately, who knows what he thinks is going on."
Emily had to laugh at that. It was just as she suspected... But it didn't matter. It was Ange, and she'd never regret for a moment the choice to build her life and family with this woman.
Ange is
americanskin and used with love and permission.