Ruffled ~ H.S

Forty-Two

"Harry," I walked into the living room where my husband was sitting on the sofa reading something on his laptop and writing stuff down, "have you seen the shopping list anywhere? I can't find it."

"I know. Because I've got it," he replied, "I'm adding some stuff to it."

"Why?" I made my way over to him and saw that he was indeed actually writing on the shopping list, "Baby, what are you adding? Let me see."

I took the shopping list from him and scanned my eyes down the paper until they met with the messy scrawl of his own additions to it – and my eyebrows knitted together in slight confusion.

"Garlic, bananas, broccoli, asparagus, dark chocolate...walnuts? Ginseng tea?" I read aloud, "Harry, since when do you eat walnuts? Or drink ginseng tea?"

"Since I found this article about the best foods for boosting sperm counts," he replied.

"What?" My eyes widened, and I immediately took his laptop from him, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "the garlic and ginseng are supposed to help blood flow to the sex organs – with their own special additions since ginseng's apparently been fighting male infertility for years, and garlic also helps improve sperm motility. Broccoli stops sperm from having sluggish movement. Walnuts increase sperm count, asparagus helps with sperm volume, and so does dark chocolate. The chocolate would also provide antioxidants for extra protection for my fertility – but I should only have a couple squares a day so I don't put on too much weight. Oh, and bananas will boost my body's overall ability to produce more sperm, and can also apparently increase my libido," he finished with a smirk.

"The fuck?" I took his laptop from him and started scrolling through the article, "You're not kidding?"

"No," he replied, "read it yourself."

Scrolling to the top, I saw that the article he was reading was entitled '8 Fabulous Foods to Boost His Sperm Count and Increase Your Chances of Conceiving'. And, as I skim-read through the page, I noticed that he definitely wasn't lying.

"Wow...alright then. I didn't know any of this," I replied, "the last food on here is oysters. Not interested in that one, huh?"

"Oh, come on. I don't have to eat them all," Harry rolled his eyes, "I hate oysters," he said with a pout.

I laughed. "You and me both, H. So, fair enough," I told him, "well, if this is all true, then we don't need to buy any more bananas. Your libido is already high enough, babe," I told him with a giggle.

"What? You know bananas are my favourite fruit!" He protested, "I eat them all the time!"

"I know. Which is suddenly explaining a lot," I giggled again, "no wonder I've been feeling exhausted ever since we started dating."

"Hey, it's been very helpful lately, and don't you dare try to deny it, Deidre," Harry argued.

"True," I replied with a smirk before handing his laptop back to him, "very true," I then looked at him thoughtfully as he continued to scroll through the article, "I have to say...I'm impressed with you, Harry. I never expected you to do all this research just to help us get pregnant."

Harry only shrugged. "I've been waiting to become a father for years. I'd do anything to make it happen."

I couldn't help feeling touched by how dedicated he was. There was no way I could possibly ask for a better man to father my children.

"Aww," I said with a soft chuckle, "you're such a softie, Haz," I then made my way over to him so that I could curl up beside him on the couch, "you're going to be an amazing father."