Excerpt: Fairy Dusted, by Toni Noel
If only Jill didn't want a baby so badly.
Better still, if only he wanted a child. Things might work out for them if he did, but he wouldn't change his mind about this. Not when another young life would hang in the balance.
Drew's gut clenched. Sure as day followed night, Jill would never forgive him for not coming clean with her on this.
The sudden clang of a pot lid and footsteps moving about in the kitchen ended Drew's reverie.
Exhausted from trying to solve his clients' marital problems, he was more than ready to seek refuge inside. Enjoy a tasty meal seated across from his beautiful wife in their well-appointed dining room.
As if he would.
Dread kept Drew glued to the spot, afraid to open the back door, hesitant to face his one-hundred-ten-pound wife.
The pot lid clanged again. Drew yanked open the door and strode in.
Jill stood at the stove, stirring something in an iron pot, her dark auburn hair pulled back from her face with a silver clamp,
"Gosh, that smells good." He grabbed a long-handled spoon and sampled the bubbling stew. "How soon do we eat?"
She glanced at him and smiled, a good sign. Lately, he never knew what to expect when he came home. Fertility drugs played havoc with Jill's hormones. With their relationship, too.
He constantly worried about their marriage. He'd be satisfied if they never had a child, overjoyed, actually. He and Jill growing old together, walking through life hand in hand.
Just because we're married doesn't mean we have to have a child.
To Jill, it does.
She'd make too much of his action if he patted her softly yielding butt, have him stripped and stretched out on the bed before his next breath.
Fertility drugs changed her. Gave Jill the upper hand in their sex life. Made her lust for him, and had gradually eroded their love for each other in her determined rush to give him a child. A child he was afraid to father.
So far, his prayers had been answered and Jill hadn't conceived, but how long could he depend on his luck lasting?
"How was your day?" he asked, giving her a tight hug, his hands firmly planted at her waist.
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If only Jill didn't want a baby so badly.
Better still, if only he wanted a child. Things might work out for them if he did, but he wouldn't change his mind about this. Not when another young life would hang in the balance.
Drew's gut clenched. Sure as day followed night, Jill would never forgive him for not coming clean with her on this.
The sudden clang of a pot lid and footsteps moving about in the kitchen ended Drew's reverie.
Exhausted from trying to solve his clients' marital problems, he was more than ready to seek refuge inside. Enjoy a tasty meal seated across from his beautiful wife in their well-appointed dining room.
As if he would.
Dread kept Drew glued to the spot, afraid to open the back door, hesitant to face his one-hundred-ten-pound wife.
The pot lid clanged again. Drew yanked open the door and strode in.
Jill stood at the stove, stirring something in an iron pot, her dark auburn hair pulled back from her face with a silver clamp,
"Gosh, that smells good." He grabbed a long-handled spoon and sampled the bubbling stew. "How soon do we eat?"
She glanced at him and smiled, a good sign. Lately, he never knew what to expect when he came home. Fertility drugs played havoc with Jill's hormones. With their relationship, too.
He constantly worried about their marriage. He'd be satisfied if they never had a child, overjoyed, actually. He and Jill growing old together, walking through life hand in hand.
Just because we're married doesn't mean we have to have a child.
To Jill, it does.
She'd make too much of his action if he patted her softly yielding butt, have him stripped and stretched out on the bed before his next breath.
Fertility drugs changed her. Gave Jill the upper hand in their sex life. Made her lust for him, and had gradually eroded their love for each other in her determined rush to give him a child. A child he was afraid to father.
So far, his prayers had been answered and Jill hadn't conceived, but how long could he depend on his luck lasting?
"How was your day?" he asked, giving her a tight hug, his hands firmly planted at her waist.
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Fairy Dusted is now available in print from Amazon.com and other book sources
