This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 15
Recap - The family invites Tricia over for a pool party which ends abruptly when Roger accidentally kisses Tricia in the darkness of the movie room thinking she was Sarah. The passion of the kiss made Tricia feel things she hadn't felt since the death of her husband years ago. Sarah seems to have caught a bug, but it turns out that her nausea is actually morning sickness, having gotten pregnant again which concerns her greatly at being 50 years old now. Roger excites his wives by finally accepting his role as their master and providing them with the collars they had been wanting, something they accept with pride and adoration. Samantha gets confirmation that she's having a little boy, Matthew Prince. Roger then drops a bomb on his wives: they are to go on birth control once all of the children are born. The women are initially upset, but they agree that with just Rylee and Ella they have been both physically and mentally exhausted. It's only for five years, just long enough for the children to not need constant attention, and they planned on hiring nannies to help.
All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.
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Roger was in his office taking care of a bit of paperwork, checking on their financial situation. He'd asked Samantha to explain it all to him and show him what to look for since she had actually been trained in how to do this sort of thing by the US Government, and because she was probably smarter than Roger, Emma, and Sarah combined. She was good enough to dumb it down for him until he understood it, and when he had that down, she gave him an advanced course.
A knock at his door disturbed him and he looked up. "Since when do you knock?" he asked Sarah as she stood at the door.
"Usually only when we have a guest," she said as she moved over, and Tricia showed herself. "Do you have a moment?"
He stood and walked around the front of the desk. "Of course," he said. "Come on in." It was then that he realized he only had two seats in his office other than his desk chair. He was looking around, trying to find a place to sit so that it didn't look like he was some super-important man sitting behind a desk.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked.
"Just trying to make her comfortable," he said. "I didn't think that sitting in my chair would be helpful."
Tricia chuckled. "Sit, Roger," she said. "It is your office, after all. And I know you're not some pencil-pushing bureaucrat trying to make a power move."
Sarah rolled her eyes at him and sat beside Tricia.
"Tricia, about the other night--" he started.
"Please," she said, cutting him off, "let me go first." She noticed that he didn't sit back in his chair but sat forward, his body language meaning that he was open to conversation. "Thank you. Roger, you have nothing to apologize for. Sarah told me that you were almost despondent after I left. I appreciate your concern, but I also understand your confusion."
"Well, that does make me feel a bit better," he said.
Tricia looked at Sarah, concerned. "She has told me that you value complete honesty."
"I do," he said. "I can't stand lying or beating around the bush. There's also no judgment here. You can say whatever you need to say without worry. Our family is far from one that can afford to judge anyone for anything."
She saw his point. "I haven't been with anyone since I lost Trevor," she started. "Three years." Sarah took her hand and looked at her, concerned. "I...take care of things when I need to," she said to her. "But your kiss, Roger, it, well..." She exhaled heavily. "I mean, if that's how you kiss your wives after having just been away for a bathroom break, I can't imagine the other times." She smiled at Sarah. "It just awoke something in me that I never thought I'd feel again."
Roger looked concerned as he looked at both women.
"That's a good thing, Roger," Tricia said, smiling. "But it did kind of scare me. If I hadn't left, I would likely have tried to take things further."
"And I've told you that it would have been okay," Sarah said.
"Yes, you did. Several times." Tricia chuckled. "But after I went home, I realized that I just wasn't ready to get into a real relationship again. I wouldn't be able to accept being a wife again, for you or anyone else," she said to Roger. "That is, even if you would have wanted me." She looked at Sarah again and kissed her hand. "I love you dearly, Sarah. You have become my most trusted friend and we have talked about things that I haven't told even Trevor. And you know that I understand and accept your submission to Roger, along with the other girls. And I get it. But I don't think I could bring myself to do that." She looked back at Roger. "I do have a request of you, though," she said, "and you can absolutely say no if you wish."
"Ask away," he said. "Remember, this is a judgment-free zone."
She hesitated a few moments and grasped Sarah's hand for comfort. "I--I have wanted to have a child for a very long time. Trevor and I never got around to it. All the time I have spent around your family, getting to hold and play with Ella and Rylee, has stirred certain emotions within me that I can't let go of." She let out a big sigh. "Roger, would you be a sperm donor so that I can have a child?"
Sarah let out an audible gasp. When Tricia and Roger both looked at her, she said, "Sorry. I honestly thought she was going to ask to have sex with you."
Roger scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Tricia, I..." He hesitated a moment. "As long as my wives were okay with it, I would be happy to be a sperm donor. You are an amazing woman, and from the time I've spent with you, I believe you'd be a great mother."
Tricia looked at Sarah for input. "I'm okay with it," Sarah said. "Are we talking the traditional method?"
"Sarah!" Tricia said, embarrassed.
"Don't 'Sarah' me. You need to get laid, young lady. You and I have discussed this at length, and don't you deny it just because Master is here."
"Sarah," Roger said softly. "Don't embarrass her."
Sarah's first reaction was to respond sternly, but she bit her lip. He was her master, and she had sworn to do as he asked.
"I--" Tricia's face was red as she looked down at her feet. "I didn't actually come to ask for that," she said quietly.
Roger stood and walked around the desk, sitting on the edge in front of the ladies. "Tricia, since I prefer honesty, I will tell you that having sex is an option if you wish it. I won't pressure you, nor will I mention it again, but if you ever desire that, it is on the table. However, I'm just as happy to go to a clinic to provide as many samples as needed to help you."
Despite her dark Native American skin, he could see that she was getting red again. "Thank you," she almost whispered.
"I do have to ask, though," Roger continued, "how much would you let me be involved with your child?"
She looked up. "I hadn't actually considered that," she said. She stammered a bit, not knowing what to say.
"You don't have to answer now," he said with a kind smile. "But I would like to have some interaction, at least. Somehow."
"You're still living with Joe, Tricia," Sarah said. "You would need help. You could move in with us, even if you weren't interested in becoming part of the family. I know that the girls would love to help you with your child."
"Move into your house?" Tricia asked. "I don't know, Sarah."
"Sarah's old house, the guesthouse now, I guess, it just sitting there empty, Tricia," Roger said. "It's big, it's private, and both you and your child would be welcome to anything here on the property."
"I don't think I could afford--"
