You made walking easy

Is This What We Want?

MAYA POV

It's been about two weeks since we first properly spoke about children and actually two weeks also from my run and engagement mess.

We've been talking about adoption currently, since honestly it's probably the most successful way for us to have children and well, the cheapest. Which is really sad but, we're being realistic. Don't think we've cut off the chance of trying to have biological children but we're working our way through each option. Carina has been having quite extensive tests to see if we could go down that route of Carina carrying a child. I've known for years that carrying children just wasn't my shtick. Now things have changed, I've also been tested, and we found out almost immediately that I can't physically carry due to genetics. It's called Unicornuate Uterus which pretty much means that I only have half of a uterus which... isn't too great. It's weird to know how genetics can really mess things up but hey it's okay. Guys, I promise I'm okay!

Anyway, so it's been a few days since the testing and today we're getting the results. We both know that whatever happens, we will go to therapy. It sounds dramatic but if she can't physically carry it'll destroy her and if she can, I know that talking about having children will help both of us be stable.

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At the hospital, I could see how Carina really doesn't like being a patient, she's the epitome of how doctors make the worst patients. Going into this testing, I really let Carina go ahead with choosing and sorting everything. She called in a friend and apparently she's quite the hotshot doctor when it comes to babies. She's called Addison Montgomery, she used to work at Grey Sloan before opening her own practice in LA. Back to the appointment, there's an awful lot of big words and things getting thrown about by Addison and Carina. I don't really listen; I'm just looking intently at Carina in hopes that I can pick up on a change in facial expressions. I don't really need to know the results and what each one specifically means. Right, so I know not listening sounds really shitty but even when it comes to my own appointments, I mostly just go off of reading facial expressions. If there's a hint of a smile or a hint of sadness, that's all I need to know... I think that's why Carina now comes to all of my appointments so that she can actually take in what is said. Seeing Carina smile and grab my hand gives me all the confirmation that it's the result we hoped for. We can have kids, Carina can carry.

"did you hear that bambina? I can carry! We can have bambinas and Bambinos!" Carina shrieks causing me to come back down to earth.

"Yes babe, I did. Thank you Addison. I think this means there's ice cream on the cards from our Café?" I say towards both women. "Today just keeps getting better! Come on bambina" Carina says dragging me out of the room. She continues to drag me through the corridors but away from the exits but towards her office.

The door is opened, I'm pushed in and pushed towards the now closed door. A click of the lock and lips on mine, I grab her waist and pull her closer causing her to wrap her arms around my neck. With her this close I snake my hands down to her ass and squeeze causing a small moan to escape her mouth, while kissing me. God, she's perfect. I tap her ass twice, telling her to jump into my arms. She of course understood that straight away, leading me to carry her to her desk. Since having a home office, this desk is empty meaning I don't need to do some messy 'romantic' thing of sliding everything off of the desk.

Placing her down, I start to take off her sweater, pulling her t-shirt and bralette off all-in-one movement. God, seeing her like this always feels like it's the first time. She starts to pull off my sweater but isn't as successful as I stop her. I don't want any pleasure, but I know she does. Don't get me wrong, I love to feel pleasure, she can definitely give me pleasure. But this is more of a thing where sometimes I just like to give and not receive... okay I just like seeing her orgasm, sue me please!

Again, her pants and thong come off in one movement. Trust me, dating someone who has clothes you can do this with makes it all so much hotter... and really speeds up the process. Anyway, as she laid on her back against her glass desk, I pushed her towards me so that she was slightly off of the table, meaning that I will be in a more comfortable position and from our history; I'm pretty sure it's comfy for her too. With her in this position, I knelt down so my face was at level with where she wanted me. She was glistening and waiting for me to pay attention to her. I decided to slightly tease her by kissing her thighs very close to her folds, earning heavy breathing and whines begging me to hurry up.

"Bambina please... please" She moaned causing us to make eye contact long enough for her to see my smirk. With that whine, using my tongue I paid attention to her clit until I could hear moans and could see her chest raise and fall at a fast pace. I pulled back and quickly wiped my fingers through her folds before slowly entering her and curling my fingers. Feeling her start to try to move away, I decided to wrap my spare arm around one of her thighs, placing the hand on her lower abdomen to keep her in place.

With this position, I decided to again flick my tongue around her clit, massaging it at a slower pace that the speed of my fingers curling. With some clenching, I could tell she was close, so fucking close. I continued while adding more pressure to her lower abdomen causing her to squirt as she orgasmed and squealed by the sensations she felt in that moment. I continued my movements, paying closer attention with my tongue as I cleaned her up. Her taste was addictive.

I removed my fingers and stood back up, looking down to see Carina still breathing heavily with hooded eyes. She stayed in that position as if she was trance. "Babe, come on. We need to go home. Can you sit up for me?" I say in a concerned tone. She finally broke her trance and slightly nodded but didn't move. I think I've broken her! I slowly lifted her, so she was sitting up facing me, I guess I'll dress her myself and hope doing that it'll give her time to stop acting like a zombie.

After getting dressed, she had recovered slightly and yeah with that we slowly made our way back to the car. By the time, we were home she was completely back to how she normally is. I couldn't tell you how many times I mentally high-fived myself after her orgasm.