walking. Saint followed suit, mirroring her stance. “I’ve given this a lot of thought actually.”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
“You know that small unfinished area in our basement?”
“Yeah, we’ve got some storage boxes back there —some of my old medical school books, bachelor-pad furniture and some of your stuff from your old place.”
“Yeah, well, what if we turned that into a radio studio, S aint? I could still take maternity leave, but then, I could do my morning show from home and when I’m off air, preparing for the next show, I can have our daughter, or son, right with me. Look, I know it will be hard but I—”
“I think it’s a bad idea.”
He watched as Xenia’s smile turned into a frown. Her lips curled at the ends, seeming to melt right in front of him.
“You need your own space, not some small, cold concrete area, and you hate how it stays chilly in there. I love it down there, but you don’t. It isn’t fair to you. It needs to be nice and inviting. How about we build an addition onto the guest house so that you can have a better environment for your guests, security for the equipment, a separate place to work—but it is still on the premises? Your producer can come here instead. Julie doesn’t live that far, anyway.” He grinned, knowing she’d soon join him. He watched as her frown turned upside down, wider than the previous smile.
“We can work out the logistics later , though I’m sure you’ve already investigated that as well.”
“Indeed I have!” She laughed as she continued forward. “Thanks Saint, I hadn’t thought of that—the guest house idea. I think it would be perfect.”
“Okay, good. Now, back to the conception.”
“Do you have to make it sound so clinical?”
S aint smiled and shrugged. “Sorry, I guess I’m still in my mode from the earlier chat with the specialist. Back to us fuckin’ and goin’ half on a baby…”
“Oh , shut up!” Xenia cuffed him on the shoulder but she couldn’t stop the laughter.
“Oh? Was that not what you wanted either?” he teased with a shake of the head. “Anyway, baby, I have a list of things I want you to start incorporating into your diet more, and the same for me. We also are going to time our interludes differently and even the sexual position used when I cum needs to be monitored. All we paid attention to before was making sure we knew when you were ovulating, but now that we’re trying to do a bit more than that, the game plan has changed. We can just try and see what happens. When the time comes, I’ll let you know all the details but for now, we will take care of the dietary issues.”
“Like what?”
Saint’s eyebrows rose. “You won’t like it.”
“No, tell me.” Xenia smiled.
“Greek yogurt, milk, and —”
“Ah! Stop right there!” She grimaced and waved her hand around in the air. “You know I hate milk!”
“I know. But according to Dr. Pula, you need…”
“Can’t I just take Vitamin D?”
“Nope. You need the real deal. Cottage cheese, eggs…”
“I think I’m going to throw up.”
Saint nudged her. “Hey, it won’t be just you. I have to eat it, too.”
“But you don’t mind milk!”
“True, but I’m not a fan of cottage cheese and some of the other stuff on the list. The whole point is to lower your acidic level and for me to up my female sperm count. Also, both of us will drink peppermint tea—you’ll like that,” he offered, trying to appease her while he continued to see the disgust painted on her face. “The worst part is that you’ll have to make sure I don’t approach you, and vice versa, for about seven days before you ovulate. I need to have a buildup of semen and this will be hard for me. You know I have a problem.”
Xenia burst out laughing. Saint turned her toward him.
“I’m serious, Xenia. You know that when it comes to sex, I have problems abstaining, especially since I’ve found you ...” His eyes narrowed on her. He could
“Yes, I’m listening.”
“You know that small unfinished area in our basement?”
“Yeah, we’ve got some storage boxes back there —some of my old medical school books, bachelor-pad furniture and some of your stuff from your old place.”
“Yeah, well, what if we turned that into a radio studio, S aint? I could still take maternity leave, but then, I could do my morning show from home and when I’m off air, preparing for the next show, I can have our daughter, or son, right with me. Look, I know it will be hard but I—”
“I think it’s a bad idea.”
He watched as Xenia’s smile turned into a frown. Her lips curled at the ends, seeming to melt right in front of him.
“You need your own space, not some small, cold concrete area, and you hate how it stays chilly in there. I love it down there, but you don’t. It isn’t fair to you. It needs to be nice and inviting. How about we build an addition onto the guest house so that you can have a better environment for your guests, security for the equipment, a separate place to work—but it is still on the premises? Your producer can come here instead. Julie doesn’t live that far, anyway.” He grinned, knowing she’d soon join him. He watched as her frown turned upside down, wider than the previous smile.
“We can work out the logistics later , though I’m sure you’ve already investigated that as well.”
“Indeed I have!” She laughed as she continued forward. “Thanks Saint, I hadn’t thought of that—the guest house idea. I think it would be perfect.”
“Okay, good. Now, back to the conception.”
“Do you have to make it sound so clinical?”
S aint smiled and shrugged. “Sorry, I guess I’m still in my mode from the earlier chat with the specialist. Back to us fuckin’ and goin’ half on a baby…”
“Oh , shut up!” Xenia cuffed him on the shoulder but she couldn’t stop the laughter.
“Oh? Was that not what you wanted either?” he teased with a shake of the head. “Anyway, baby, I have a list of things I want you to start incorporating into your diet more, and the same for me. We also are going to time our interludes differently and even the sexual position used when I cum needs to be monitored. All we paid attention to before was making sure we knew when you were ovulating, but now that we’re trying to do a bit more than that, the game plan has changed. We can just try and see what happens. When the time comes, I’ll let you know all the details but for now, we will take care of the dietary issues.”
“Like what?”
Saint’s eyebrows rose. “You won’t like it.”
“No, tell me.” Xenia smiled.
“Greek yogurt, milk, and —”
“Ah! Stop right there!” She grimaced and waved her hand around in the air. “You know I hate milk!”
“I know. But according to Dr. Pula, you need…”
“Can’t I just take Vitamin D?”
“Nope. You need the real deal. Cottage cheese, eggs…”
“I think I’m going to throw up.”
Saint nudged her. “Hey, it won’t be just you. I have to eat it, too.”
“But you don’t mind milk!”
“True, but I’m not a fan of cottage cheese and some of the other stuff on the list. The whole point is to lower your acidic level and for me to up my female sperm count. Also, both of us will drink peppermint tea—you’ll like that,” he offered, trying to appease her while he continued to see the disgust painted on her face. “The worst part is that you’ll have to make sure I don’t approach you, and vice versa, for about seven days before you ovulate. I need to have a buildup of semen and this will be hard for me. You know I have a problem.”
Xenia burst out laughing. Saint turned her toward him.
“I’m serious, Xenia. You know that when it comes to sex, I have problems abstaining, especially since I’ve found you ...” His eyes narrowed on her. He could
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