Spectrum 2

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Grayson's POV

Although Natalia hasn't texted or called, I think in this very moment i'm okay with that. I know that if she knew what I was about to do, she would stop me. More than likely, I would do whatever she wanted me to do. Even if it isn't what I truly want to do.

This is what I truly want.

"Mr.Parker?" I hear, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'm sorry. What?" I ask, looking at the doctor who is about to get up close and personal with my entire sack.

"I asked if you were ready." He laughs.

"Oh." I exhale. "Yeah. Ready as I'll ever be." I mutter.

"Great. Try and relax. You'll do great. The entire procedure will take about thirty minutes or so." 

I screw my eyes shut the entire time he begins working. The fact that they don't knock you out for this is insane. Sure, there's a local anesthetic, but I think being completely unconscious would be more appropriate for me. Especially since the pressure that I'm currently feeling is almost worse than feeling pain. It feels like I'm continuously getting kicked in the balls. Just, without the pain. The stomach lurching feelings is almost worse.

"Doing alright?" He asks after about ten minutes of work.

"I think so." I mutter, wincing at the pulling that I feel in the one place I don't want to feel it. "As good as I can feel while you're cutting my balls open." I mutter.

"You're doing great." The doctor laughs. 

"I think I'm going to puke." I mutter.

"There's a trashcan next to the bed if you need it." He says, nudging a nurse to grab the can for me. "Try not to move, though."

"Oh my God." I mutter, taking the trash can and shoving my head into it.

Breathe. Just breathe. 

"You doing okay?" He asks again with uncertainty in his voice.

"Yes." I lie.

I'm lying to him. I'm completely lying to him. No more than ten minutes into this procedure and I am most definitely not doing okay.

This feeling of deep, nauseating discomfort is more than I can handle. Actually, this is easily the most uncomfortable I have ever been in my entire life. The fact that men are willing to do this with no problem is a lie. It has to be.

But then again, most men my age are willing to have kids. Hell, they're usually pretty happy about it.

"It's normal to feel a bit nauseas." The doctor assures me. "We'll be finished soon, though. There's a remote on the bed. Turn the television on and try to distract yourself. It'll be fine." He smiles, going back to work.

I reach for the remote and turn on the television, quickly turning up the volume so that all I can hear is some Full House rerun. 

Thankfully, this works. Even if it's just a little bit.

"Great! We're all done here." The doctor smiles.

"Thank God." I mutter. "That was the worst experience of my entire life." 

"Tell me about it." He smirks. "Been there. Done that. You did great, though. I threw up during mine." 

"The day is still young." I mutter. "Can't promise that I still won't." 

The doctor laughs at my words and signs off on his clipboard.

"I'll give you some time to sit here before leaving. If you have any questions, feel free to call at any time. In the meantime, have sex when you feel up for it. I start off with that one because that's always the first question. Be cautious. Don't push yourself. You'll feel sore for awhile, but it shouldn't be unmanageable. You'll start to feel like yourself against after a week or so. But the first two days, stay off of your feet as much as possible. I'll have you come back in to check your sperm count and make sure everything worked out. Have a nice rest of your week until then." He smiles.