Tasha sat across from Dr. Fabian again five months later. Tyson had been complaining of a headache for days but two days ago, he became so weak and was gasping for breath when they were both getting ready to go out for the day. Tasha had quickly called 911, and the ambulance arrived in no time to take them to the hospital.
Thankfully, Dr. Fabian was on duty. He quickly arranged for a blood transfusion for Tyson and he was feeling better in no time.
“Prof., Tyson’s condition is getting serious,” Dr. Fabian’s voice was grave as he met Tasha’s eyes. “We need to go a step further than just blood transfusion. “The only cure is a bone marrow transplant.”
The doctor’s words were like a harmer against Tasha’s heart. “A transplant?” She took a deep breath. “Please, can you explain further?”
“We need to find someone whose bone marrow cell is matching with Tyson’s for the transplant.” Dr. Fabian explained, his gaze full of empathy.
“Can I take a test to see if I am a match?” Tasha asked.
“Sure,” the doctor brought out a form and started filling it. “You are going to take this to the laboratory upstairs, where they will carry out the test.”
Tasha took the form and went upstairs to have the test done. But to her dismay, when she took the result back to the doctor, she was not a match.
“I’m sorry,” Dr. Fabian said kindly. “You are not a match. What about his dad? He will surely be a match?”
“He…he’s not in the picture,” she told him gently, and looked away.
“I understand,” he nodded. “I will advise that you talk to other family members to come and take the test. We may be lucky.”
“It’s okay,” she said.
“In the meantime, we will put his name on the bone marrow donation registry, although it’s always a long line.”
“Thank you so much, doctor,” Tasha said to the doctor and left for home.
“Mom, I’m I going to die?” Tyson asked hours later when she tucked him into bed.
“No, you are not,” she answered him and told him everything about the bone marrow transplant treatment.
“So who is going to give me now when I can’t have yours?” He asked sadly, his pale face a stark contrast to his usual vibrant self.
“Don’t worry,” she took his hand. “I promise I will get everyone that I know to do a test. We will surely find someone.”
“Okay mommy,” he nodded, believing his mother with all his heart. He slept off almost immediately. She stretched beside him listening to his breathing and slight snoring, her heart aching for her son. The pain of his illness, and the burden of her promise to find a donor all pressed down on her heart.
Tasha closed her eyes, silent tears streaming down her face. The memory of the day she got pregnant with him flashed back at her. It was Valentine’s day. She and Blake had gone out for dinner and afterwards to the movie. They were all over each other that day. Once inside the cab that took them back home, they had snuggled up against each other’s body, kissing like their lives depended on it.
“Put your hand in your panties and play with yourself,” he had whispered into her ear.
“Feeling naughty tonight, uh?”
“Do it,” his voice rumbled into her ear again.
Her eyes darted a glance at the driver, thinking he was listening to them. But the man’s eyes were fixed on the road. It was hard to know whether he was listening.
“He’s busy keeping us safe,” he grinned at her. “Do it. Make yourself come and I will let you come again when we get home.”
Tasha was so horny already with the way Blake had been touching her all night, so she was up for the challenge. She moved her hand under her short black dress and slipped her hand into her panties. She dipped her fingers into her folds and found her swollen clit. Tasha had to suck in her lower lip to prevent her from moaning out.
Blake teased her more, knowing her hand was already where he wanted it to be.
“Touch that swollen clit for me,” he whispered, just for her.
She massaged her button, rubbing it the way to get her off fast.
“Are you rubbing it for Daddy?” He nibbled on her earlobe, not minding that the driver seemed to be watching them in the mirror.
“Imagine this is my cock,” he slid two long fingers deep into her cunt. “Don’t stop rubbing that clit,” he said as he fucked her with his fingers.
Her orgasm started sweeping from her core up all over her body, with her limbs trembling. He bit into his arm to stop herself from moaning out.
“That’s my girl,” he grunted slowly. “Make yourself come on daddy’s hand.”
She husked and gasped when her orgasm hit her, crying silently into Blake’s arm.
He removed his hand from her and kissed her wantonly. They stumbled out of the cab the moment the driver stopped in front of his apartment building.
They tore at each other’s clothes when they got into his apartment and had sex twice before they realized that they forgot to use any protection and she was not in her safe period. Though she used some topical contraceptives afterwards, it never worked.
Tyson turned beside her, bringing her back to the present. She sighed wearily and stood up, hoping with all her heart that she would get a donor for Tyson. That she wouldn’t have to go to Blake.
She readjusted his comforter and let herself out of the room.
“What about his dad? He will surely be a match…” Dr. Fabian’s words rushed back at Tasha as she walked down the hallway. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and went into the kitchen.
She had already called her parents and siblings and they all promised to come over for the test before the end of the week.
She went to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine for herself. She needed some fortification for the night.