“What if I can never give you the children you want?” I asked Keegan, scared and starting to cry.
“You will, or I’ll trade you in for a newer model,” he said jokingly. He was always trying to make me laugh, especially at the most inappropriate times. It was his way of helping me to cope with things, to lighten the mood and make the situation at hand more manageable.
The doctor did another scan just to confirm the location and twist before sending me back. Luckily, he found that the organ had already started turning and blood flow was starting to return naturally. The doctor reasoned that having sex caused the cyst to rupture, and the size of the cyst was so significant that it caused my ovary to turn. He suggested getting off of any birth control I was on at the time and to just stick to using a barrier method.
We left the hospital, but I was still high on pain meds. “There are cheaper ways to avoid my friends than a trip to the ER you know,” Keegan said jokingly. He called his friend Jason to let him know I couldn’t make it out. “Bedtime for the little one?” Jason asked, obviously egging Keegan on about our age difference. I was amazed to hear how Keegan handled his obnoxious friend.
“Yeah, the little woman and I were having sex and my massive package caused something inside of her to explode. I guess it was pretty painful, so I just dumped her at the ER,” Keegan said, laughing. I was laughing, too, as his friend Jason started to get worried.
“Wait, seriously dude—how old is this chick?” he asked, sounding gravely concerned. Keegan and I started laughing and I took the phone from Keegan.
“Hi Jason, don’t worry. He’s only partially joking. We are headed home now, perhaps another time we can all get together? The pain medications the ER doctor put me on are very strong,” I said.
“Oh, hi Vivian. Sure, yes of course, another time then. Feel better!” Jason ended the phone call as we arrived to my apartment.
Keegan stayed with me that night. By the second day, I was still feeling very tender, but was alert. Despite the minor health setback, my new job was going amazingly well, my new bosses were impressed with my education and skills, and my older man was amazing. Life couldn’t get better than this, I thought.
My mom was worried about me, so we decided to pay her a visit. That was the second time he met my parents, and it couldn’t have gone any better. My mom was happy to see that we were back together again and that we had finally worked out all of our miscommunications. After a little while, we headed home and cuddled up on the couch for movie night. This couldn’t get any more perfect.