“I’m sorry, but I think I need some time alone. For the next step.”
I was disappointed, but I couldn’t let it show. Maybe she felt that part was personal to her and my contribution wasn’t necessary beyond the sperm. I couldn’t very well cajole her into letting me watch.
I’d flown too close to the sun.
“Sure, whatever you want. This is your show.”
“Thank you.”
My cue to leave, which I did as quietly as possible.
Chapter Twenty
Franky
* * *
“Are Beaker and Bunsen okay?”
Rosie flipped the phone’s camera to frame Bunny lying imperiously on the sofa. I assumed Beaker was lying terrified under it.
“Of course they are. It’s like a vacation for them when Momma’s out of town. So how are things in Motor City?”
I filled her in on my adventures in sperm delivery—the caper aspect—though I left out the steamier details. That memory certainly helped to fuel the required orgasm as I completed my end of the bargain after Jason left my hotel room.
My sister laughed at our shenanigans. “I still can’t believe that you and Jason are now baby-making besties.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” I said glumly. “There’s this weird tension between us.”
“Oh?”
“I think he wouldn’t mind if we had sex.”
She cackled. “Of course he wouldn’t mind! I wouldn’t care for a quick roll in the hay—said no man ever. Has he asked?”
“No, but he—he jerked off in front of me.”
“Hello! And you’re only telling me now?”
I sighed. “Things were vibing after the sneaky hotel check-in. I think we both enjoyed the subterfuge and there was this energy between us, like buzzing electricity, and while we were thinking of the logistics of giving him space to produce his donation, he asked if I wanted to stay and watch.”
“Yeah, he did! And?”
My cheeks heated. “It was very … sexy.”
“And how involved were you?”
“A little, but then I asked him to leave right after.” I had wanted him to stay, but we had already crossed too many lines. “It’s weird that he wants to be part of this, isn’t it?”
Rosie hummed. “The sex part or the baby part?”
“Both?”
“I don’t think you realize how amazing you are. Or how attractive! Were your glasses on or off?”
“On.”
“There you go! He digs your nerdy persona. As for why he wants to be involved with the baby, I can’t really say. I assume you’ve asked him.”
