An Heir for the Billionaire (19 page)

Katrina shrugged and crinkled up her nose. "Ummm, a couple of weeks ago, maybe."

Doctor Robichaud looked up from his paperwork, a brow raised. "Maybe?"

"I don't know..." She looked at Damon who simply laughed and shrugged.

"Baby, I have no idea. Not sure why you're looking at me."

When was my last menstrual period?
If the truth be known she really didn't know. She never paid much attention to it. To her it was an uncomfortable few days every once and a while then back to life as normal.

"Alright. We'll know everything we need to once the tests are done anyhow. But, I would like you to keep track of it from now on."

Katrina felt an embarrassed blush colour her cheeks at being chastised.

Doctor Robichaud didn't seem to notice her embarrassment as he continued. "So we're going to get right too it. I'll send my nurse in to take blood samples and then I'll do Katrina's examination while Damon gives us his first deposit."

Katrina couldn't help but snicker as she glanced at Damon out of the corner of her eye. It was his turn to be embarrassed at the thought of masturbating into a cup.

"So. Let's get started."

*****

"I swear I've never been so sick of jacking-off in my life Kat," Damon groaned as he plunked himself down on a sterile chair at the clinic, his specimen cap in hand. They'd been advised to refrain from intercourse while he was doing his daily collections at the clinic, but that was near impossible. They were newlyweds for heavens sakes and it didn't help that he got hard every time she brushed up against him, or she looked up at him with desire in her blue eyes.

However, of the past five days, two of those days he managed to restrain himself from indulging in her. Two was better than nothing, right? Besides, even though it was a long shot, he did prefer to impregnate her naturally - if possible.

"At least this time they didn't tote me off to another room for examinations and tests." She took the cup from him and placed it on the small steel table beside the chair he was sitting in. She slowly dropped to her knees, between his legs and looked up at him, her eyes beginning to fill with lust.

Damon's cock jerked alive and began to rise to the occasion as she undid his jeans. He shifted in the chair and pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs giving her full access to his throbbing manhood. Pre-cum was already beginning to form at the tip in anticipation.

Katrina immediately grasped his cock in her hand and began to stroke him, in slow, fluid motions. Damon closed his eyes and moaned softly, her hand was soft, and the pressure she was using couldn't have been more perfect.

"Awwww. Damn Kat. I can't wait until I can get you back home so we can do this properly." He began to thrust up into her hand as she stroked him. The only good thing about doing it this way was that he could be selfish. There was no holding back, no making her feel good - not that he minded. He loved making her feel good, but in this moment there was none of that. All he had to focus on was the end goal, his release and the pleasure that came with it.

Opening his eyes he glanced down at her and could see the strain on her face. She was turned on. Seriously turned on and the way she was eyeing his cock he could tell she was drying to wrap her glossed lips around him and suck him dry. He groaned loudly at the thought. She looked do fucking good with her lips wrapped around him.

"Don't worry honey. I'll make sure we square you up when we get home."

Her gaze lifted from his dick to meet hers and she smiled, a soft seductive smile. "Good. Because I have a number of things in mind for you."

A jolt of pleasure rushed through him, and his stomach tightened. Damon groaned, as he fisted the arms of the chair. He was coming close, really close, really quick.

"Oh fuck yeah. Stroke me harder Kat and be ready. I'm almost there."

She did as told, stroking his length harder, while cupping his balls in her hand, squeezing gently. He bucked a little harder into her hand and his groans became louder, so loud he feared that he might be heard by the other patients in the waiting room down the hall.

He bit down on his lip, trying to keep himself from getting too loud as he hit the summit. If the goal hadn't been to get off as fast as possible he might have been embarrassed by how fast her skilled hand was getting him off, but speed was the goal in this instance.

"Grab the cup, I'm coming Kat," he half groaned, half growled as his balls hardened, his shaft throbbed and a rush of relief washed over him as his seed came spewing from him, and began to fill the cup.

Damon slumped back into the chair and sighed loudly a grin forming on his lips as relief washed over him. "You're right Kat. I much prefer your assistance."

Closing the specimen jar, Katrina slowly got to her feet with a grin of satisfaction on her lips.

Standing and doing up his pants, Damon's grin widened. "Why are you grinning? I'm the one who got off."

"Oh, I'm just thinking about what I'll be getting you to do tonight to make it up to me for my
assistance
." If his cock hadn't been so thoroughly depleted from a week and a half of solid action he had no doubt it would be jerking alive again at the seductive smile on her lips.

"Ohhhh. That sounds... Interesting." Since their honeymoon and him forcing her to verbalize what she wanted, she seemed to let go of her insecurities and now she demanded what she wanted. It was hot as hell.

"Come on, let's do the drop off and have our daily chat with Dr. R."

Damon chuckled as he opened the door and motioned for her and his sample to proceed out into the hallway before him. "I really don't think he'd like to be called Dr. R. He doesn't have much of a sense of humour."

She glanced up at him, as they began to walk towards the reception desk to drop off his sample. "I kinda noticed that. But at least you didn't have him and several hot interns staring at your nether regions."

Laughing, Damon cocked a brow up at her. "Nether regions?"

She gave him a nudge in the side with her elbow. "Well, I can't use your potty mouth bedroom language in a medical facility now can I?"

He didn't have a chance to respond as they were approaching the reception desk. The petite blonde receptionist - who they had come to know as Cindy - stood as they approached and extended her hand to accept the specimen.

"Great. Thanks. Doctor Robichaud is waiting for you guys. If you could proceed to his office that would be super and I'll take care of this for you."

Leaving the reception, they headed to the office that they had become all too familiar with. The office door was open and the Doctor was busy writing something in what Damon presumed to be his chart. With hesitation the couple proceeded into the room.

"Good to see you two." He motioned to the two chairs in front of his desk. "Please have a seat." He clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth as he reclined in his chair and eyed them both, his expression impassive.

Alright, this is different
, Damon mused, shooting a curious look over at Katrina who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"I have some interesting news."

Interesting? Interesting good. Interesting bad
. Damon frowned.

"As it turns out Mrs Garratt is pregnant."

"With
my
baby?"

It wasn't until he received a not so gentle smack on his shoulder that he realized the words that had come out of his mouth. Looking down at Katrina glaring up at him he groaned inwardly.
Oh fuck, really bad choice of words!

Chapter 17

"Katrina, no. I didn't... I didn't..." He let out a loud huff and thrust a hand into his dark hair. It seemed surreal. They'd only been trying for a little over a week. It seemed nothing short of a miracle.

"You didn't what, Damon." She'd turned in her chair, her expression blank.

He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. "I didn't mean to say it that way. It's so fast. It's so... Unbelievable." Standing, he pulled her to her feet and into his arms. "I didn't mean it that way I promise. I know it's mine."

She relaxed in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding tight to him. To his surprise he felt tears springing up in his eyes. He had it all now. Everything. "I'm so lucky Kat. You have no idea how happy I am at this moment," he lowered his voice so the doctor who was watching on with interest couldn't hear, "thank you Kat. Thank you for giving me everything."

The doctor forgotten, he buried his face into her apple scented hair and continued to hold her. His mind was racing with so many emotions, thoughts, feelings, he needed a minute to get a hold of himself and set it straight. When Dr. Van Buren had told him he may be sterile indefinitely he'd been secretly terrified they may never have a child despite saving and freezing his sperm. But now... Now, she was going to have his baby. He was going to have the heir he'd been desperately wanting.

"Thank you Kat. I love you more than you could ever know," he whispered into her hair, praying he could keep back the tears threatening to escape.

*****

Katrina could barely believe her ears. Doctor Robichaud had said that even when ovulating she would only have a fifteen to twenty perfect chance of conceiving. The chance of him getting her pregnant in that small window of time was a miracle in her book. It gave her faith and hope that things would turn around.

She held tight to him and felt his breath hitch. Even at their wedding he hadn't broken down, but now, hearing the news of the baby had done it for him. So she held him tighter, basking in the feel of his arms around her and comforting him. He'd been such a rock through all of this. He was the one that may be dying and he'd been the one comforting her, now she had her chance to return the favour.

"I love you too. It's a sign Damon. It's all going to be okay."

When he finally pulled back from her, he kept her at arm's length. Their eyes locked. She could see the intense joy and relief in his dark eyes, despite the tears that were brimming his eyes and it tugged at her.

"We're going to get through this. I know it now." And she believed it. She was carrying his baby and it was the miracle they needed to push them through the rough road that they had ahead of them.

*****

"God damn it!"

Katrina's eyes slowly opened at the sound of Damon's frustrated curses. He'd been undergoing chemo for three weeks now - three weeks to go and then radiation treatment. They still had a long way to go, but they were at least halfway through the chemo. The past week they both seemed to wake like clockwork - 7am - and proceed to the washroom to vomit whatever was in their stomachs at the time. If it hadn't been so disgusting it would have been endearing.

Damon's new joke was the phrase that:
the couples that puke together, stay together
.

His comment would usually be greeted with a - fuck you, Damon. Her retort would cause a loud bout of laughter to erupt from him. She'd been pregnant for less than a month and was already getting cranky. The worry and pressure was getting to her, no doubt about that.

Sitting up in bed, she opened her mouth to ask what the problem was and snapped it shut again, as she noticed that roughly a third of his thick, dark hair was littering his pillow. She frowned. They knew he was going to lose his hair and it was finally happening now.

Crawling over to where he was sitting on the side of the bed, leaned forward, his head in his hands, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. It wasn't the fact that he was losing his hair that was bothering him - she knew this. It was just another thing that was making the process real.

"You know, I've always had a thing for bald men," she murmured against his neck, placing a string of kisses from his shoulder to his earlobe.

A smile broke out on his lips and he chuckled softly. "Good thing babes, cause you're about to have a very bald man on your hands."

She slid her naked body from the bed and stretched in front of him.

"So are you seriously trying to entice me knowing our typical morning routine?" Damon teased, his grin widening, as his cock jerked to life and his eyes scanned up and down the length of her body.

"I actually feel pretty good this morning." She glanced over at the antique brass analog clock mounted on the wall - 6am. "Maybe it needs to be seven before I start blowing chunks. So we have a whole hour."

Laughing, Damon thrust a hand in the hair he had left and groaned as his hand became filled with more hair. "You have got to be shitting me."

Grabbing his hand she pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's get you shaved." Her eyes dipped to his groin which was also losing hair and was nearly bald. A look that she
really
liked. "
All
of you shaved."

Damon chuckled uneasily, his gaze following hers to his halfway erect cock. "Oh, I don't know about that..."

She tugged his hand, leading him to the massive double bathroom off of their bedroom. "Come on.
Please.
You might as well. I've been dying to be with a man who is shaved down there. It's sexy. You're going to lose it anyhow."