"I think everyone just assumes couples want both sexes and all of that."
"Yeah, but honestly, Aidan, not once did I hope it was a boy." He seemed to be thinking long and hard. "Hell, I wouldn’t trade any of my ladies for that. I rather like having a bunch of daddy’s girls." He grinned widely.
I nodded. "I do have to admit that my girls have a special place."
"Exactly. I mean, if we had a boy then I would be just as happy. Each pregnancy all I can do is hope and pray she is healthy and the baby is healthy." His head snapped to me. "Shit, man, I wasn’t even thinking…I’m sorry."
"It’s okay, I know what you mean." I did know, all too well.
Lilli and I had gotten pregnant after Alesandra. Unfortunately, Lilli suffered a miscarriage at four months and after that she was terrified to get pregnant again. We used birth control, until I got a vasectomy. Which had been just a few short months after James got his.
Two months after that park trip, Celia was pregnant again. And, just like her prior pregnancies, they were now awaiting the newest female addition to their family.
Oscar and Phoebe tried to conceive again, but after three years of fertility clinics Phoebe gave up. Adeline would remain their only child. However, with Oscar progressing in his position at the hospital and Phoebe’s erratic designer schedule, one child seemed best.
Oscar, now Chief of Surgery, worked relentless hours. At one point we all worried that Phoebe and Oscar would grow apart. The worrying was put to rest one night when Dixon and I had gone to see if Oz wanted to get out of the hospital for dinner with the guys.
Dixon led us to Oscar’s office door and right before we were going to knock we heard obvious, but muffled, moans behind the door. Dixon's face grew red before he exploded.
"I can’t believe that asshole is cheating on Phoebe." He growled. His massive fist slammed against the door. "Oscar Emerson, open this door!" Shuffling and the screech of furniture moving came from behind the closed door. "God damn it, Oscar, I am going to kill you!"
Looking up and down the hall, we had grabbed the attention of some hospital staff.
"Dixon, keep it down." I hissed.
"Fuck that, Aidan! If he's in there with some nurse or whoever, I will beat the shit out of him for doing this to Phoebe!" He directed every annunciated word to the closed, locked door. "Oz!"
The door swung open. We stepped back. There stood a wrinkled and ruffled, scowling Phoebe.
"Dixon, I love your chivalry, but if you don’t let me finish fucking my very, very loyal husband, I will kill you!"
Laughter burst out of me. Grabbing my stomach, I stumbled back until my back met the wall opposite Oscar's office.
"Uh…um…" Dixon was a loss for words.
"Shoo, Dixon!" Phoebe yelled.
"For the love of God, Dixon, go away! I’m dying here!" Oscar yelled from the dark room. A wicked gleam past over Phoebe's face.
Both Dixon and I, understanding Oscar meant he was still at full attention, quickly retreated.
"Yes, well, carry on, you two!" Dixon grabbed my shoulder and tugged me down the hall. Still laughing, we left the hospital for dinner without Oz.
Of course, I'd told Lilli about the incident and she bent over laughing. Two days later, Lilli talked to Phoebe and found out that these little trysts were a weekly happening for the two of them. It was the one thing they did to stay connected as a man and woman, not just husband and wife.
Since their schedules were so crazy, Phoebe would visit Oscar, or Oscar would visit Phoebe in her studio. Sometimes it was a parking lot in a car, a restaurant bathroom, and so on. Lilli was shocked at Oscar's adventurous side. I suggested we take their example and institute our own reconnection activities.
Having written off the idea of convincing her to reconnect, I learned one late night at work that Lilli hadn't. I still remember, sitting at my desk, going over more contracts and financial reconciliations, when I heard my door shut. Looking up, I saw Lilli with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Hey, what are—?"
She cut me off by unbuttoning her wool coat and dropping it into a puddle of cloth on the office floor. My breathing hitched when she walked over in a dark blue satin and lace bra with matching panties. To top it off, she had on blue thigh-high stockings and silver heels.
"Fuck, Lil…" I couldn’t even finish because as soon as she walked around my desk trailing one finger on the cold hard wood as she rounded it to stand in front of me, she placed her hands on my knees with a wicked smile and pushed my knees apart.
I swallowed hard as her hands slid up my thighs to my belt buckle. She undid my pants and then my shirt from the bottom up. Once my buttons were undone, she leaned up, pressing her half naked body against me, and pressed her mouth against mine.