He'd assumed that life would get easier once everybody was on the same page once they were married, not only legally but at temple in front of their friends and family. Their legal wedding the year prior had simplified their paperwork, making is easier for them to get time off, and passports, and to have the medical tests that were necessary prior to conceiving. The actual bells-and-whistles wedding had been their first trip to Lima since leaving after graduation, and it was amazing to see how much had changed. There was a new legitimacy to his relationship with Rachel; people no longer saw him as the town bicycle, but as the guy who'd fallen in love, left town, and become someone better than anyone had anticipated. They admired his badge and his biceps and practically fell all over themselves in front of Rachel, the Drama Desk and Tony Award winner they had mocked in high school. They couldn't believe that they had Beth, that Rachel was happy with all of it, that Shelby had let them take Beth and how big she'd gotten since Shelby had left Ohio. [Um, hello. He loves his daughter. He always has; he signed the papers because he had no choice.]
All of these things were supposed to make life simpler. "No, we can't come visit for Passover. Rachel's working," or, "Noah's working, I promised him I'd stay so he wouldn't be alone," are valid excuses now. The teasing remarks regarding other women have vanished, replaced by questions of how Rachel is doing, how the show is doing. [And, of course, the questions about grandchildren. Those are happening now, too, with playful nudges from their friends about loud-mouthed BAMF Jew babies.] And when they actually made a baby announcement, it wouldn't be a town scandal; they'd be happy about it, sharing their good news because it's what they want.
Their honeymoon had been seven days of tropical bliss. [He'd actually gotten seasick.] Shelby had met them at their apartment to get Beth; they grabbed the luggage they'd packed for their cruise, and headed to the port to catch their ship. They had just barely missed her ovulation that month, even with all the sex they'd had on their honeymoon. [He took her on the balcony, just like he said he would. And it was so worth it.] Since they'd returned, it was like everybody and their mom was pulling out illegal firearms and doing stupid shit. An arson in Hell's Kitchen. Three separate shootings in Central Park. Hell, even helping out ATF at a raid in Queens - and all of that is on top of their normal caseload. He's fuckin' beat by the time he gets home. Couldn't get it up if he tried - and the only time he can get it up is at night, when she's working. His best bet at this point is probably to show up at the theatre, right before curtain, and to get Amanda to do the show while he bangs his wife in the dressing room.
Granted, that would be a funny-as-hell story to tell people about the conception of their first child.
He was scheduled for a double to cover Drew [emergency appendectomy, and he'd be in the hospital for a few days before riding a desk until the doc cleared him for duty] and that's still assuming that he'll get out on time. Missing Rachel has been a bitch, and the guys at work have been nice, even, and dropped their usual "Puckerman needs to get his dick wet!" comments when he's in a less-than-happy mood. [Even if it is true. He does need to get his dick wet. Specifically, he needs to get it wet during a three-to-five-day window so that his wife pops positive on the next pregnancy test she takes.] He'd left her a note taped to the TV before heading out that morning, leaving her asleep in their bed.
hit up work if you want a quickie, the guys owe me a favor
Not that it'll do anything, really, but it'll give them more time together than they've gotten in days. And if she wants to swap the quickie for a quick cup of coffee or sandwich, well - he can roll with that.
Maybe their drunk contract needs to be amended so that he can just fuck her when she's asleep if she's ovulating. Whatever works, right?
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Date: 2013-02-03 08:29 pm (UTC)All of these things were supposed to make life simpler. "No, we can't come visit for Passover. Rachel's working," or, "Noah's working, I promised him I'd stay so he wouldn't be alone," are valid excuses now. The teasing remarks regarding other women have vanished, replaced by questions of how Rachel is doing, how the show is doing. [And, of course, the questions about grandchildren. Those are happening now, too, with playful nudges from their friends about loud-mouthed BAMF Jew babies.] And when they actually made a baby announcement, it wouldn't be a town scandal; they'd be happy about it, sharing their good news because it's what they want.
Their honeymoon had been seven days of tropical bliss. [He'd actually gotten seasick.] Shelby had met them at their apartment to get Beth; they grabbed the luggage they'd packed for their cruise, and headed to the port to catch their ship. They had just barely missed her ovulation that month, even with all the sex they'd had on their honeymoon. [He took her on the balcony, just like he said he would. And it was so worth it.] Since they'd returned, it was like everybody and their mom was pulling out illegal firearms and doing stupid shit. An arson in Hell's Kitchen. Three separate shootings in Central Park. Hell, even helping out ATF at a raid in Queens - and all of that is on top of their normal caseload. He's fuckin' beat by the time he gets home. Couldn't get it up if he tried - and the only time he can get it up is at night, when she's working. His best bet at this point is probably to show up at the theatre, right before curtain, and to get Amanda to do the show while he bangs his wife in the dressing room.
Granted, that would be a funny-as-hell story to tell people about the conception of their first child.
He was scheduled for a double to cover Drew [emergency appendectomy, and he'd be in the hospital for a few days before riding a desk until the doc cleared him for duty] and that's still assuming that he'll get out on time. Missing Rachel has been a bitch, and the guys at work have been nice, even, and dropped their usual "Puckerman needs to get his dick wet!" comments when he's in a less-than-happy mood. [Even if it is true. He does need to get his dick wet. Specifically, he needs to get it wet during a three-to-five-day window so that his wife pops positive on the next pregnancy test she takes.] He'd left her a note taped to the TV before heading out that morning, leaving her asleep in their bed.
hit up work if you want a quickie, the guys owe me a favor
Not that it'll do anything, really, but it'll give them more time together than they've gotten in days. And if she wants to swap the quickie for a quick cup of coffee or sandwich, well - he can roll with that.
Maybe their drunk contract needs to be amended so that he can just fuck her when she's asleep if she's ovulating. Whatever works, right?