The scalpel, brought them together

Dr Juma was reflecting on that days work. It was still early into the night, yet he could feel his calf muscles ache as he stood on the balcony. He was coming from theatre. He knew that this would be a tough night. He had been called to the ward to review several cases. Seven cases had been from labour ward and five had ended up in theatre. Dr Asma the junior medical officer was indisposed since three days ago. They were the only two MO's in the facility so he was thinking of how he would survive. This time when the phone rung he wished she could ignore it. He checked its screen. It was her. He knew he could not ignore her.

Matron Saumu heard the ring tone of Dr Juma's phone from outside. She found him standing at the balcony. "Come inside dear, I thought you had decided to stay in theatre just in case they call you again in 10 minutes," she teased him.

"Looks like one of those long nights," he noted

"And a cold one for me," she replied as she brought food to the dining table

She looked at the him, he had not changed much. He loved his work and that explained his reason for postponing marriage in his life. She often envied the women who must have been touched by his hands and fingers. Both in theatre and in his private life. Long, sturdy and skillful pair of arms and hands she imagined as he placed his phone on the dining table and leaving for the bathroom clad in a towel.

Looking at his phone's screen, she could not help but reminisce that evening. The day it happened. That day he invited him to her house for supper. Lying on her back she had gracefully held his shoulders for support. Her legs crossed behind his back as she had wriggled, wiggled and danced to his rhythm. He kept thrusting steadily back and forth. Feeling tight at first, then giving way to accommodate him. A sensual lightning charge building in her as he steadily increased his pace and thrust, kissing her lips and stroking the pearl of her South. This triggering even more charges on her toes. The charge spreading to her waist and entire body till happened; her body discharged at that point. Her dam broke into a waterfall. Then it happened again and again. Until suddenly he held her tighter, felt him swell inside her groin and throbbed. Then a warmth spread from her groin shooting to her navel and spine. His muscles tightened, making his body stiffen as if in a seizure while his member pulsated in quick short jolts. "Huh mm mm, humm" they breathed heavily.

When he hurriedly picked his clothes from the floor, the following morning, his phone dropped in the process and cracked its screen. A little souvenir for the mischief.

The prescription lay on the coffee table for the next two weeks. She had not bothered to buy the fertility medication that time. On the third week she had picked it and placed it on her diary that she kept in the bedroom, together with the pregnancy test.

She was by then twenty four weeks as she sat there that evening. She knew the baby boy in her tummy could hear his dad, who often sang songs for him resulting to more foetal kicks. She smiled.

Dr Juma came from the bathroom to find his wife drawn into these thoughts. "What's wrong my dear, I tell you its not good for the boy," she advised, tenderly placing his hand on her belly bulge and briefly kissing her neck.

"I am here for you," he whispered

The End