Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club)

by T.L. Swan

“Oh, you look like a hot dentist.” I smile excitedly. “It’s ironic that you say that.” He looks down at himself, unimpressed. “I’m currently imagining pulling your teeth out, one by one.”

“You know, when I met you on the plane and you guessed that I was married to a vegan yoga nut, you failed to mention that you planned on turning into her.” He sits back in his chair. “Was this your strategic plan all along?”

“What are you doing?” I yell. “Just putting my hand there to stop it coming out.” I swat him away. “You are the dumbest smart man I know,” I cry.

“If I could do this for you, I would,” he whispers. “You know that I would.”

“You are supposed to be chill like your mother, not psychopathic like me.”

“You don’t need to cry like that, nobody is murdering you…yet.”

“He said he wants scotch in his bottle.” “He did not say that.” “Oh that’s right, it was me, I want to drink scotch from the fucking bottle.”

“I don’t want to push you out.” He sighs. “You haven’t, sweetheart. You’ve set me free.”

We have eighteen minutes to get there and I’m the fucking groom. Drive it like you stole it.”

“He’s sharing his sons with me, it’s only fair I share my child with him. He’s a part of this family too.”

Infertility doesn’t discriminate, no matter how in love you are, how much of a great parent you’d make, what you earn or where you live. It hits you like a truck, steals your heart and makes you feel like a failure. I want a baby so badly that it hurts.

I’m on my hands and knees, the sound of the bed slamming into the wall with force. “You take my cock like a good fucking wife,”