Chapter 4: Climax
The subtle clink of cutlery against fine china filled the posh restaurant, but neither Sarah nor Ethan could focus on their meals. They sat across from each other, their eyes locked in an intense gaze.
Sarah's heart was racing, her limbs trembling with anticipation. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, preparing to speak the words that would change everything.
"Ethan," she began, her voice husky with emotion. "There's something I need to tell you."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing warily.
"What is it, Sarah?" His concern was plain to see, and she felt a pang of guilt.
"I...I want to tell you something, and I need you to listen without judgment," Sarah said quietly, her gaze fixed on the table between them.
"Okay, I'll listen." Ethan leaned back in his chair, wydrowning his lobster tail in butter and giving her his complete attention.
"I want...I want us to make a baby together," Sarah blurted out, her heart pounding in her chest.
Ethan blinked, setting his fork down with a clatter. "What?" He stammered, clearly taken aback.
Sarah took a deep breath and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "I know this is a lot to take in, and I don't expect you to take it lightly. But I can't deny what I'm feeling anymore. And it's difficult to ignore the fact that the clock is ticking."
Ethan stared at her, his eyes flitting between her face and the tabletop.
He looked shell-shocked, understandably so. Sarah took a deep breath, bracing herself for his response.
"You want to what now?" he asked, incredulity painting every word.
Sarah let out a shaky sigh, trying to keep her resolve strong. "I said I want us to make a baby together. I've always wanted children, and I'm afraid that time is running out.
I know we're not in a conventional relationship, and I don't expect anything from you other than the opportunity to conceive. I can take care of everything else."
Ethan's mouth hung open, a mixture of shock and confusion etched on his face. Sarah's heart was racing, her palms clammy with sweat as she awaited his response.
After what felt like an eternity, Ethan finally found his voice. "I don't know what to say, Sarah.
I mean, I always thought of us as friends...I never really looked at you...in that way. And I certainly didn't think you ever...felt the same," Ethan stammered, his jaw still slack.
Sarah felt a flicker of disappointment cross through her at his words. She had hoped that their connection was stronger, that he would find her desirable in the same way she found him. But she knew she couldn't let that small setback affect her plan. She let out a sigh and maintained her composure.
"I know things are complicated, Ethan.
I know I'm asking a lot," Sarah said softly, her voice quavering slightly.
He leaned forward, taking her hand into his. "Sarah, I care for you a great deal. More than a friend if I'm being honest with myself. But...this is a lot."
Sarah felt a surge of hope at his words. Perhaps there was a chance for something more between them. "I understand. Believe me, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.
Ethan then made a confession. “To tell you the truth Sarah, I think pregnancy is sexy and am turned on by the idea of making love with the purpose of conceiving. But on the other hand, it is a life altering decision & I also realize it’s not a decision I ought to make with my brain between my legs.” Ethan sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. “I don’t know, Sarah. I want to be there for you, but I’m only 24. I haven’t even graduated from college yet.”
Sarah hesitated for a moment then leaned in toward him, grasping his stubbled cheek. “Look, I don’t ask for much in life. I have my career, some great friends, and now I have you. I just want to share a part of myself with you.
I've got to know what it feels like—really feel you inside of me. I need to make you mine, properly."
Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure, but Ethan's fiery eyes pierced into her very depths. With a shaky breath, she agreed.
They wasted no time. Ethan's mouth found hers, and soon his hands were exploring her body, roaming over her curves while she ran her fingers through his messy brown locks. Ethan said, “Maybe we can make this work.” Sarah then mentioned her period just started & she’d let him know when she entered the fertile part of her cycle so they could start trying. She mentioned how she'd been tracking it regularly, and she knew exactly when she would be ovulating, and that she was hoping to conceive as quickly as possible. Ethan nodded, still taking in the information. He'd never considered himself the fatherly type, but something about Sarah's proposition stirred a deep desire inside him. A primal need to claim her and fill her with his seed.