“What do you mean failed?” Maxwell queried the Doctor.
“I know how it sounds sir, but it is the truth. It happens very rarely, for some reason we can't explain, your Vasectomy has failed, the scan results show that the surgery failed, however I will suggest you undergo the reversal process immediately for better results at child bearing.”
“Are you kidding me? You assured me that this was permanent and I could never have babies unless I initiated the reversal of the surgery. I didn’t intend to have any children until the next two to three years at least, so why did this happen?”
“I am sorry, Sir… But things like this happen once in a blue moon, it is not supposed to be that way but it is not in our power.” The Doctor announced.
Maxwell Blackwood sighed and got up from the chair, he was frustrated. He had no idea a Vasectomy could fail or he would have never reacted the way he did with Anna, now he had hurt her feelings unintentionally and instead of planning for the party ahead, he would now have to spend time trying to win her back.
He knew how stubborn Annabel could be when angry, her ego was just too big to be appeased. Who knows how long he has to try before she forgives him for his act of betrayal?
She was never supposed to find out about the Vasectomy. The DNA results were supposed to announce Jimmy as the father and then he would convince her to accept him as the father, this was never supposed to happen.
** **
Maxwell arrived home a bit late that evening, it was already 9pm. Of course he didn’t just drive home from the hospital, knowing that Anna might still be sulking, he had spent two hours at his club before returning.
Mr. Blackwood walked into the bedroom he had given to her the first time he brought her home after the fire, but it was empty. He checked the other free rooms hoping to find her but he was disappointed. Did she leave already?
He rushed to his room and was surprised to find her sleeping on his bed; that was the last place he expected to see her. After a fight, she usually avoided him, but she was on his bed in her nightgown; does it mean she wasn’t mad at him anymore?
He sighed and took off his jacket, dropping it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes as well and walked quietly to the bed. On one hand, he didn’t want to wake her up and on the other hand he really wanted to speak to her.
Gently sitting on the bed, Maxwell was tempted to empty his heart, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without doing this.
“Hey, I don’t know if you can hear me but I have something to say…” he started softly. “So… earlier today, I messed up big time. I just met the doctor and they confirmed that my Vasectomy has failed. I don’t know how these things work and so my reaction, but that is not a justification for what I did.” He admitted.
He stared at her as she lay with her back to him, he didn’t know if she could hear him but it felt peaceful talking to her like that. “Anna… I am really sorry for the things I said and the way I acted. I shouldn’t have kept a secret from you either. I understand that even though I did it for good reasons, I still ended up hurting you more than I can imagine. I am sorry for not being honest, I am sorry for doubting the results, I am sorry for keeping things away from you. I am a victim of circumstances, not a deceitful man and it hurt me when you called me that, all I have wanted is your happiness…”
“I can't say it enough, I am sorry for everything and I really hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me, and I don’t mean in the next two months or years, I mean right away. Yeah, that sounds selfish and inconsiderate but I cannot bear you being angry or hating me, please give me another chance, let me make things right.” He appealed in a sincere voice.
Annabel didn’t move a muscle between all that he said, and so after pleading, Maxwell touched her shoulder to see if she was awake.
Annabel groaned with a sleepy voice and pushed his hand off in frustration. “What do you want? Just leave me,” she grumbled in a low tone like her sleep was being bothered.
Maxwell sighed and got under the blanket. He was tempted to pull closer to her but he kept his distance on the other side of the bed, and then lay on his back, facing the ceiling.
After over ten minutes of silence, Annabel opened her eyes, she slowly turned to see if he had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed but he was lying on his back, he never slept on his back so she suspected that he was still awake.
Turning away from him again, she cursed in her mind. It was freaking cold and she needed some warmth, the blanket was not doing enough for her arms. Anna looked around her corner for the AC remote control but it was not on her side, she once again turned back to Maxwell’s side of the bed and her eyes met the remote sitting on the left bedside table.
Annabel groaned in frustration; the remote was right beside MB’s head. She knew she either had to get it or die in silence. She tried to take it by sneaking, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
As she got on her knees and crossed over his body to get the remote, she paused to stare at his face. He looked so much at peace that it bothered her, she wanted him to feel bad but here he was enjoying his sleep.
Anna’s countenance slowly changed as a smile graced her lips, he was so handsome, she wanted to hate him so much but how does she hate someone with a face like Maxwell Blackwood? Staring at him alone made her body spasm.
Maxwell’s face suddenly broke into a smile with his eyes still closed. “You know you can kiss them if you want.” He teased her, right before opening his eyes.
“Eww!” Annabel quickly made a face of disgust to disguise the shame of being caught staring. Holding on to the remote, she got back to her side of the bed and increased the heat in the room.
“You could have asked me to get it for you.” Maxwell chirped in as he lay on his side, facing her.
“I don’t want your help, keep it.” She scoffed.
“Or you could just ask me to cuddle you, I will do it with all pleasure.” He chuckled.
“Oh, thank you so much, Kind Sir, but I will rather freeze than let you touch me.” She flared back at him.
Maxwell laughs softly and lets her do her thing. Clearly she was still mad but now that she spoke to him, he felt much better. This matter might fade off in no time; he just needs to keep trying.
** **
Jennifer lay on Marshall’s bare chest as she watched him sleep, they had made crazy love into the night and if he hadn’t fallen asleep, she would have loved to ride him to the moon and beyond.
Gently listening to his heartbeat as he slept while drawing invisible lines on his chest, Jennifer wondered what she was doing. Was this just lust or something more? It was too soon, even for her.
Okay, she wont pretend like she hadn’t come here the first night for the fun, she was bored and horny and thought it was a nice idea to fuck this guy and move on but here she is again, spending the night in his home.
Why did she keep thinking about him at work today? Was it the excitement of a new dick or a love sting? She hated it to be the other, her love life was already complicated, adding Marshall to it would be ruining one more life.
She has not officially broken up with her Ex even though they had been having serious issues in the past few months. If she was going to love another man, then she needed to be completely over the previous one. She was no longer a child who went into relationships because the guy is cute and has a nice car. College was over, she was now into the real world and needed to start seeing it that way.
While battling with her thoughts, Jenny’s hand met something that felt like a stub on Marshall’s chest. She had to pause and take a closer look under the dim night light, it was a small tattoo of words. She was surprised to find a tattoo on his chest, he didn’t look like that kind of guy.
Jennifer had to strain her eyes to read the word, it spelled “LUCY”. Her heart paused when she read the name, a female’s name? didn’t he say that he had no girlfriend nor had relationships? So why was there a girl’s name tattooed on his chest?
Now she knew men lied a lot, but she had believed him when he said that he was single. Did he lie to her? Was he just the same as every other man? Why was she even worried about this? Why was the name tattooed on his chest bothering her?
TBC!!