The doctor forgotten, he buried his face into her apple scented hair and continued to hold her. His mind was racing with so many emotions, thoughts, feelings, he needed a minute to get a hold of himself and set it straight. When Dr. Van Buren had told him he may be sterile indefinitely he'd been secretly terrified they may never have a child despite saving and freezing his sperm. But now... Now, she was going to have his baby. He was going to have the heir he'd been desperately wanting.
"Thank you Kat. I love you more than you could ever know," he whispered into her hair, praying he could keep back the tears threatening to escape.
*****
Katrina could barely believe her ears. Doctor Robichaud had said that even when ovulating she would only have a fifteen to twenty perfect chance of conceiving. The chance of him getting her pregnant in that small window of time was a miracle in her book. It gave her faith and hope that things would turn around.
She held tight to him and felt his breath hitch. Even at their wedding he hadn't broken down, but now, hearing the news of the baby had done it for him. So she held him tighter, basking in the feel of his arms around her and comforting him. He'd been such a rock through all of this. He was the one that may be dying and he'd been the one comforting her, now she had her chance to return the favour.
"I love you too. It's a sign Damon. It's all going to be okay."
When he finally pulled back from her, he kept her at arm's length. Their eyes locked. She could see the intense joy and relief in his dark eyes, despite the tears that were brimming his eyes and it tugged at her.
"We're going to get through this. I know it now." And she believed it. She was carrying his baby and it was the miracle they needed to push them through the rough road that they had ahead of them.
*****
"God damn it!"
Katrina's eyes slowly opened at the sound of Damon's frustrated curses. He'd been undergoing chemo for three weeks now - three weeks to go and then radiation treatment. They still had a long way to go, but they were at least halfway through the chemo. The past week they both seemed to wake like clockwork - 7am - and proceed to the washroom to vomit whatever was in their stomachs at the time. If it hadn't been so disgusting it would have been endearing.
Damon's new joke was the phrase that: the couples that puke together, stay together.
His comment would usually be greeted with a - fuck you, Damon. Her retort would cause a loud bout of laughter to erupt from him. She'd been pregnant for less than a month and was already getting cranky. The worry and pressure was getting to her, no doubt about that.
Sitting up in bed, she opened her mouth to ask what the problem was and snapped it shut again, as she noticed that roughly a third of his thick, dark hair was littering his pillow. She frowned. They knew he was going to lose his hair and it was finally happening now.
Crawling over to where he was sitting on the side of the bed, leaned forward, his head in his hands, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. It wasn't the fact that he was losing his hair that was bothering him - she knew this. It was just another thing that was making the process real.
"You know, I've always had a thing for bald men," she murmured against his neck, placing a string of kisses from his shoulder to his earlobe.
A smile broke out on his lips and he chuckled softly. "Good thing babes, cause you're about to have a very bald man on your hands."
She slid her naked body from the bed and stretched in front of him.
"So are you seriously trying to entice me knowing our typical morning routine?" Damon teased, his grin widening, as his cock jerked to life and his eyes scanned up and down the length of her body.
"I actually feel pretty good this morning." She glanced over at the antique brass analog clock mounted on the wall - 6am. "Maybe it needs to be seven before I start blowing chunks. So we have a whole hour."
Laughing, Damon thrust a hand in the hair he had left and groaned as his hand became filled with more hair. "You have got to be shitting me."
Grabbing his hand she pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's get you shaved." Her eyes dipped to his groin which was also losing hair and was nearly bald. A look that she really liked. "All of you shaved."
Damon chuckled uneasily, his gaze following hers to his halfway erect cock. "Oh, I don't know about that..."
She tugged his hand, leading him to the massive double bathroom off of their bedroom. "Come on. Please. You might as well. I've been dying to be with a man who is shaved down there. It's sexy. You're going to lose it anyhow."
Damon groaned. However, it was a groan of resignation.
As they entered the bathroom the motion sensors turned the lights on and she lead him to an armless wooden chair situated by the double sink. "Sit."
Doing as told, Damon sat and watched as she walked over to the double Jacuzzi bathtub and turned it on. Once the temperature was perfect she added some lavender scented bath salts and bubble bath. With the water still running, she opened the cabinet under the sinks and grabbed an electric shaver. Plugging it in she adjusted so it would shave him bald and then walked over to him.
Damon reached for her hips, but she batted his hands away. "Nope, not until we're done."
"You're so mean to me."
Katrina rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder and out of her eyes. "Uh-huh." Katrina swung her leg over his lap and settled herself onto his lap, facing him. His shaft hardened to its full potential between her legs and she had to push back the feelings of desire that it was being invoked within her so she could get to the task at hand.
Damon glanced down at her breasts, which in her position were less than an inch from his mouth. "And you're saying this isn't teasing?"
Ignoring him, she wiggled on his lap, his shaft slipping between her increasingly wet folds. Flipping on the clippers she started on the left side of his head and made the first cut, leaving a completely bald strip in his dark hair. She wiggled again, only partially to tease him, but mostly because she needed a better position to make the next cut.
Slowly, his hair began to be fall away. She intentionally brushed her dark, tightening nipples across his lips a number of times during the process. Her teasing got her a low, feral growl in response, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of taking what he wanted.
As the final strip of hair fell away, she leaned back on his lap and turned off the shaver. Placing the shaver on the white marble countertop she evaluated the new, bald Damon. He looked good bald, as good bald as he did with hair, but instead of the boyishly sexy look he had with hair, the bald look gave him a dangerously sexy look. She liked the dangerous sexy, bad boy Damon.