Status Updates From Nine Month Contract (Mounta...

Trista- “Finally popped up positive this morning. Ranch cups and children’s Tylenol defied the laws of science. Who woulda thought?”

Trista- “I attached the pregnancy test to Millie’s halter to reveal the news, but she must have gotten it off somehow.” She grabs Reggie’s snout to pull his face to hers. “Reginald, did you pull it off Millie’s collar, you naughty boy?”

Positive test
Millie chewed it up

Trista is pregnant

I nod and watch her curiously as she goes back to cleaning out the pen like she didn’t just suggest I fuck her to get her pregnant. That will certainly complicate things. But if she’s up for it, so am I. I’m more than up for it.

Wyatt about Trista

“Maybe we need to do it the regular way. Like actually have sex with each other.”
My heart explodes in my chest as my emotions swing from disappointment to raging arousal in a flash. “Have sex?” I repeat to make sure my hormones aren’t hearing things.
She nods, her brows folded as she looks forward and ponders this suggestion.

Trista and Wyatt
Maybe try a different way of insemination?

All the blogs said my cervix is way too high to poke, so I should be able to insert up to my fingers, but Jesus, what if it gets lost inside me? Good God, can you imagine?
Patient enters ER with lost Tylenol syringe full of stranger’s semen. I must have missed that episode of Grey’s Anatomy.

I’m dying!
LMAO

“Here’s to lucky thirteen,” he says with a wobbly smile and turns to walk out the door.
“Thirteen?” I call out.
He turns and leans on the doorframe with a shrug. “You were my thirteenth interview, and, well...thirteen has always been my lucky number.”

Trista is Wyatt’s lucky 13

Trista- I look around Wyatt’s home, inspecting the space a bit more than when I got here, and he was all brooding and full of sperm and making it hard for me to focus. I could barely think, let alone admire his taste in decor. But now that I’ve had a little distance from him, I can really admire what he’s done with the space.

Performance anxiety has truly never been an issue. Then again, I’ve never jizzed in a fucking ranch cup while a woman stood outside the door with a Tylenol syringe in hand, waiting to inject it into her body.
Wyatt

I don’t know if it’s the booze talking or some caveman fantasy coming to life, but I just know that if she gave me the green light, I’d throw her up on this counter and fuck her till she was pregnant. And I’d like it. I’d like it a lot.

Wyatt looking at Trista before leaving to fill his cup

Totally logical to have the woman you’re impregnating through insemination sleep in your bed after orgasming.

“So on the blogs I read that if the surrogate orgasms with the semen in her bajingo there’s a higher chance of success for pregnancy”
My eyes flash with that new bit of information. “Are you suggesting we have”
“Sex? Good God no,” she exclaims the thought of it clearly horrifying her “They just masturbate after they inject it”
“Oh,” I reply & inwardly cringe at the sense of disappointment I feel