Cry to Me

It was an unusually slow night at the hospital, giving Dulci more than enough time to overthink the pervious twenty-four hours. She tapped her pen against her desk, rubbing her forehead as three questions entered her mind over and over; why wasn't Carly angry, why did she call him last night, and how would Sidney react if Dulci was in fact pregnant? The possibilities of the latter question made her stomach turn.

Shaking the questions away, she focused on her crossword puzzle, hoping to distract herself.

"New Order's hit song '____ Love Triangle'."

She filled in the letters slowly. B-I-Z-A-R-R-E.

"Bizarre Love Triangle... Story of my life," she said to herself, referring to her complicated situation. It all seemed to good to be true, and Dulci was extremely skeptical of how smooth the sailing seemed to be with Carly. She'd been sleeping with her ex-boyfriend shortly after Carly and Sid broke up, and Dulci omitted the information from Carly, practically keeping it a secret. If it wasn't for the fact that she may have been pregnant, Carly would still be ignorant to it.

Dulci flipped the switch for a moment, thinking about how she'd react to Carly sleeping with Jason after they broke up. She'd be livid, blood boiling, seething. Why was Carly so ok with it? Dulci thought back to all the boyfriends Carly had dated. She'd been unfaithful to all of them. Maybe that was the difference. Dulci didn't believe in anything other than monogamy. She wouldn't and couldn't ever sleep with two people at the same time. Carly always said when she was done with a guy, she wouldn't look back. How was it so simple for Carly to except Dulci and Sid together?

Dulci had to get to the bottom of it. She picked up her phone and called Carly. She was nervous to see what her neuroses would do to their friendship.

"Hello?" Carly sounded groggy, like she'd been sleeping for a long time. Dulci looked at her watch. It was only 9:36pm.

"Hey. Sorry to wake you. I just have to ask you something for my own sanity," Dulci twirled her ponytail anxiously, trying to calm her leg from bouncing.

"Sure. What's up?" Carly yawned.

Dulci could hear Carly sitting up on the bed, giving her undivided attention.

"I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out and ask it..." Dulci cleared her throat. "Are you sure your ok with Sid and I?" She held her breath waiting for the answer.

"Dulci. I've never been happier for you in my life, and I'm one selfish bitch," Carly exclaimed. "I'll admit I was a little shocked, but in a good way. Don't you remember sitting in my old apartment and me telling you that you two would be perfect for each other? I meant it. I told him the same thing in not so many words. Were you nervous that I'd be upset?"

"Yes," Dulci said without hesitation.

"Not at all. Things happen for a reason. One door closes and another door opens. If I was the catalyst that brought you to him, and you're truly happy together, than I'm elated that I could do that for you, for you both." Dulci could hear the genuine smile in Carly's voice. It helped her relax.

"And, when you talked about him yesterday at the restaurant, I've never seen you talk about anyone like that. You've got it bad for him," Carly giggled suggestively, making Dulci laugh as well.

"And I'm sure the feeling is mutual, hence why he ignored my call last night," Carly added.

"Why did you call him?" Dulci asked with bated breath, afraid she already knew the answer.

"Because you wouldn't answer your phone. I'd just landed and needed a place to stay. When your phone went straight to voicemail, I called him," Carly explained casually.

“Why didn’t you just go to a hotel until you got a hold of me?”

“I’m not wasting my money on a hotel when I have friends who live nearby,” Carly insisted.She must’ve know Dulci was still concerned about the call to Sid.

"Look, I know I haven't been the best girlfriend in the past, but I wouldn't do that to Andy. It's different with him. And had I known you were with Sid, I definitely wouldn't have called. I can see why you'd be questioning that."

Dulci audibly exhaled, not exactly trusting of Carly's explanation, but she sounded genuine, so Dulci decided she'd trust her.

"Take a deep breath. He's all yours."

"But it feels so weird, and wrong, like you should be furious with me," Dulci thought out loud, unable to fully accept Carly's casualness and excitement.

"Says who? Society? Please." Carly scoffed with a laugh.

"And, now we have one more thing in common. We're mountain sisters!"

Dulci furrowed her brows, trying to understand the reference.

"Carly? What exactly are mountain sisters?"

Carly's laughter erupted through the receiver, making Dulci hold the phone out from her head a few inches. She didn't get it, and the laughter made her embarrassed, like she was being made fun of.

"I'm sorry," Carly stifled her laughter. "Mountain sisters-girls that have climbed the same mountain."

"Christ, Carly," Dulci said shaking her head. Only she'd come up with a ridiculous, inappropriate comment about two friends being with the same guy.

All of a sudden, Dulci heard a lot of commotion in the treatment area. She walked to the entrance of the office, saw that three of the technicians were trying to revive a Great Dane.

"Carly, I've gotta go," Dulci hung up the phone and ran to the emergency.

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The room was covered in pictures and diagrams of pregnant women.Some of the diagrams included month-to-month difference of how nipples and breasts changed and how big a stomach grew.Dulci looked down at her breasts as she changed into the gown, thinking about how different they’d look.As she read the captions of the pictures, she gasped lightly at the idea that her nipples would be sore.Nipple stimulation was one of her favorite parts of sex.She studied the differences in pigmentation between pre and post pregnancy nipples.How difference would it really be?And would they stay that way once a baby was born?

Dulci lied down on the table, trying not to over think it.She didn’t know for sure whether she was actually pregnant.Other than the acute vomiting episodes, she felt completely normal.She’d heard women say that they could feel it when they were pregnant, that they just knew.She didn’t feel anything.

There was a knock at the door, followed by her doctor and the ultrasound machine.

“Good morning Dulci!I’m Dr. Watson.I’m going to take a look at your belly with the ultrasound while the girls run your lab work,” she smiled as set up the probe, pulling out a tube of ultrasound gel.

The gel was cold, causing Dulci to flinch and brake out in goose bumps.

"I know it's cold. Just try to relax," her gynecologist told her.

She just had a string of blood work done, a pregnancy test and hormonal blood work. While the nurses ran the tests, her doctor decided to ultrasound her to check for pregnancy. Having worked with an ultrasound at the hospital, Dulci found herself leaning over the bed to see the screen, making it difficult for the doctor to properly examine her.

"Dulci, I know you’re familiar with ultrasounds, but I need you to sit back."

"I'm sorry, I'm just anxious," Dulci sighed, sitting back, staring at the ceiling.

“That’s understandable.I’m sure you’re excited,” she said happily.

“Not exactly,” Dulci said honestly.

Out of her peripheral vision, she saw the doctor lean close to the screen, pushing the probe a little further into her abdomen. Dulci looked at the screen, seeing the abnormality, and her breathing stopped.

"That's your IUD, but if you're trying to conceive, we need to take it out," her doctor told her.

"I'm not trying to get pregnant.”

“What made you think your were pregnant,” Dr. Watson opened Dulci’s chart to start documenting.

“I've been vomiting a lot and took a home pregnancy test that came up positive." Dulci watched as the nurse walked in with paperwork, smiling at Dulci as she exited the exam room.

"You're not pregnant. Your pregnancy test was negative and the ultrasound is normal. We drew extra blood to check your hormone levels for abnormalities. The hormone blood work will be back in a week or two and I'll call you regardless of the results.If something concerns me, we’ll discuss it at that point," the doctor said as she excused herself.

Dulci quickly dressed and left, feeling relieved that she wasn't pregnant. She’d been racked with anticipation for so long that she didn’t realize how tired she was.

As she stepped into her car, she prayed that she’d be able to make it home without falling asleep. She pulled out her phone to call someone, anyone, to stay awake.She noticed a message from Carly.

Had to fly back to England last minute. Hope the appointment went well.;-)I’ll call soon.

Dulci called Sidney, hoping he’d answer to keep her awake, but when she looked at the time, she figured he’d probably still be skating. After a couple of rings, it went straight to voicemail.

“Hi. It’s Dulci.Just wanted to say hi and talk so I don’t fall asleep on the way home.Hope you’re having a good practice.Bye.”

“God, that was terribly lame,” she shook her head before yawning.The sooner she got home, the better.

Sidney smiled as he listened to Dulci’s voicemail. It was close to noon when he listened, having stayed late to take phone interviews after a short press conference.Before he pressed redial, he figured he’d make an impromptu visit to surprise her before she went to work.He stopped by a Thai restaurant, picking up a couple of items for them to have for lunch, knowing she loved all foods Asian.

When he arrived, he could barely contain his excitement to see her. He knocked, think she’d come running to the door, into his arms.They’d eat good food, have mind-blowing sex, then sleep it off until she had to go to work.To his surprise, she never came to the door.He knocked again, a little harder, thinking he wasn’t forceful enough the first time, and still nothing.He turned around to make sure her car was in the driveway like he thought, and it was.Pulling out his phone, he called her, and as the phone rang repeatedly, he thought his spontaneity would be a bust.When it went to voicemail, his entire demeanor changed.As he was in the process of calling her for a second time when her door opened.He tried desperately to hide his smile.She was wearing her usual bedtime attire, but her hair was a mess.It looked like she’d tried to braid it around her head, but it was coming undone.She had one eye shut as she looked at him, taking a moment to realize what was happening as she slowly smiled.

“What a pleasant surprise,” she stretched as she walked toward him, leaning up to give him a sleepy kiss. She wasn’t expecting to see him anytime soon.

“I couldn’t wait to see you,” Sidney told her against her lips, walking her backward into her own house, waking her up with his steamy kiss.

“Two weeks is too long,” he continued, wondering if he could eat before the sex. Even in her exhausted state, Dulci looked more appetizing than the food.He placed the carry out bag onto the entry table as he continued to back her up, eventually hitting the wall.

“It hasn’t even been a week,” she reminded him as she kissed along his jawline and down onto his neck, unzipping and pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.

“How the fuck am I supposed to stay away?” he asked as he peeled her sweatshirt off, picking her up by her butt and walking into the living room, sitting down with her on top of him. She pulled herself off of him, looking at him as he panted, visually questioning why she stopped.The way he looked at her, the way he made her feel, she had to tell him how she felt, but she feared that if she said it, those particular three words, he wouldn’t reciprocate.

“Who said you have to stay away?” she asked breathily. She’d be more than content if he never left other than to get Sam.As they looked deeply at each other, there was an unspoken exchange, and while her eyes told him she loved him, he hoped his said the same.He reached up, stroking her cheek with his thumb, gently pulling her down for a soft kiss.He wanted to pull her down and kiss her hard, but he wanted to go slow and take his time, show her with his body that he loved her and only her.

The kiss quickly started to sear, both of them trying to get a close to one another as physically and emotionally possible. He played her like an instrument, knowing exactly where she liked kisses, licks, and nips, making her soft moans fill the room.She tried to reciprocate, but he wouldn’t let her.He wanted to make her cry in pleasure like the night he begged her not to leave him.He rotated them so she was lying on her back, panting as he took her pants off, watching his every move, fully aroused as she watched him undress, springing upward as he took his briefs off.As she watched him slowly kneel on the couch in front of her, she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

As he pushed himself half way in, he watched as she closed her eyes, mouth open slightly as she let out a large breath, pushing her head into the couch cushion. He couldn’t control the groan that made its way out of his mouth as he watched her massage her own breasts, playing with her own nipples as she subtly moved against his penis.He wasn’t sure if she was conscious that she was doing it in front of him, but he loved the show.Without warning, he pushed all the way in, lifting her lower body off the couch.She gasped at the sensation, the newly found pleasure spot that only he knew where it was hidden.She gripped the couch as she opened her eyes to look at him.

“Again?” he asked her as he slowly and shallowly rocked in and out of her, kissing the ankle that was draped over his shoulder. He closed his eyes, willing himself not to come.The depth felt too good for him as well, but he would push through for her.When he heard her moan, “yes,” he repeated the deep thrust as he looked at her, covered in signs of sexual arousal.

“Sidney,” she choked between a gasp and a moan, not holding anything back, and he loved it. He hated imitation moans, what girls thought guys liked to hear.Too many of them would moan like porn stars, and it was actually an annoyance to him more than anything.He rather enjoyed the guttural sounds she made when they had sex.

“Again?” He knew she wanted it, but he wanted to hear her, or see her erotic expressions as he pushed all the way back in.Only this time, he did something different.As he pushed in so there was not where else to go, he pushed down on her clit with his thumb, watching as she nodded her head holding her breath, tell him to do it again.He put her lifted leg beside him, gripping her hips with both hands as he did it again, holding himself in as she involuntarily shuttered against him, Dulci grabbing her breasts again as she groaned his name.He counted the flushed spots that blossomed all over her body as he continued, knowing it wouldn’t be long before she came. Instead of going back and forth between shallow thrusts with a couple of deep, Sidney took her behind both knees, pushing them into the cushion close to her shoulders, and gave her a couple of good, deep thrusts, feeling the familiar pressure build and erupt around him.

Dulci threw her head back as she came, squeezing Sidney’s forearms as he pushed into her. It felt different, more saturated and full body for Dulci, like she was empty in the most satisfying way.

As she started to come, Sidney noticed something different, like something was rushing around him, as if someone had opened floodgates. When he looked down, he watched as she came around him, literally, making a mess between them, and all he wanted to do was watch it happen all over again.He picked up his pace, knowing it wouldn’t be long for him, and when he watched Dulci lick her pointer and middle fingers before reaching down to rub her own clit, he came hard, collapsing on top of Dulci, groaning loudly into her neck.

They laid on the couch for a while, collecting themselves and catching their breath. He lifted his head, resting on his hitched arm, brushing the sheen of sweat off of Dulci’s forehead.

“Are you hungry?” He asked in almost a whisper. She opened her eyes, looked at him with a smile and nodded coyly.He pushed himself up to his feet, pulling her with him.He couldn’t help but notice the large wet spot on the couch under her.He smiled, proud of himself for what he made her do as she walked into her bedroom to dress.

When Dulci returned wearing her ratty sweatshirt and spandex pants, she looked at Sid in awe, wearing nothing both boxers as he sat on her couch, legs crossed on the coffee table, shoving a fork full of Pad Thai into his mouth as he directed his full attention to the television.

Grabbing a fork, she joined him on the couch, biting back a smile as she watched him eat. She looked at his bare chest and stomach, wondering how it was that he maintained such great shape.Before long, she was yawning repeatedly, trying hard to stay awake.

“I’d say I’m sorry that I woke you up, but I’m not,” Sidney smiled as she put his arm around her, pulling her to him as he kissed her temple.

“I’m not either,” she said through a yawn, smiling at him with drowsy eyes.

“If I had a key, I wouldn’t have to knock,” he suggested as he started eating her food. When she didn’t respond, he looked and saw she was dozing off.

“I’ll make you one,” she mumbled as she snuggled into him further, probably unaware of what she said. He chuckled as she started quietly snoring, and before long, he fell asleep as well.

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