"I don't want to run away and I don't really want to lose years of my life," said Jamie. "I don't want to switch back either. This body just feels too good. Don't you feel the same about yours?"
"You know I do," I answered back, rolling my eyes at the question. Like there was ever any doubt I would want to stay this way.
"So cross off those options," he commented putting a hand to his chin an taking a moment to think. Starting to pace as the discussion continued. When he spoke up again, his tone was somber, resigned. "I can't really bear the thought of an abortion, no matter how."
"Neither can I," I admitted with just as much reluctance. "So we transplant it to Mom or to a stranger."
"We have to careful," he said. "If we transplant it to Mom, we would have to know that Mom and Dad are...active."
"I..." I said. Pausing a moment to shudder, despite all we'd done to each other, spying on our parents sex life still felt wrong. but... "I guess it would be easier than covering up why a strangers kid looks like us... and we'd still get to see our kid." that last part was mumbled, as I wasn't ready to admit that, as difficult as this situation was, the road blocks I'd been throwing up weren't entirely about not wanting to rely on the ring.
"I know you don't want to use the ring to solve our problems," he said. "But we will have to now. So you're going to have to wish for the fetus to go to our parents." I sighed. "Joelle, I think it's the best way."
I had to agree with him. It wasn't like we had a stellar list of choices to work with from the start.
The next week was awkward to say the least, given we were trying to catch our parents in the act. After the sixth day though, we had the confirmation we needed, and a few mental images we probably didn't. The two of us were back at the same spot in the kitchen.
"So... here goes nothing?" My brother asked.
"Yeah... I wish that the fetus inside me would be transported into the womb of my mother and all evidence point to it having been conceived by my father." I said. Closing my eyes as I spoke and waiting for any sign or sensation to confirm it.
"Did it work?" he asked.
"I assume so," I said. "Everything else I've wished for happened. I'll have to do another test tomorrow."
For the next month everything around the house was tense, not just between my brother and I but between our parents. I wasn't pregnant any more, so mom obviously was, but they'd been fighting and suspicion of our part in it had entirely killed the mood between us. Then things let up suddenly.
The next day we were ironically, back in the same spot in the kitchen from our last two conversations about this situation, only this time there were four of us and a fair bit more clothing. We were told that Mom had another pair of twins on the way. Apparently dad had had a vasectomy years ago that had reversed itself and they only just found out, after he had pushed her to have a DNA test done... and while it went unsaid why he had pushed for such a thing, the implication was pretty clear, and the wound from such an accusation was only just starting to heal.
Or at least that was how they thought our younger siblings had come about, we knew better...
Still it was clear something else on top of that was bothering mom though. Given she was in her late thirties with a career to worry about, it wasn't hard to guess what.
"We can help take care of them." Jamie jumped in before I even had a chance to.
"Yeah," I added not missing a beat. "we know how hard you two work, having two extra pairs of hands around couldn't hurt."
That got the smile I knew back on her face, as she pulled dad and both of us into a big hug. "Thank you." She whispered.
That night I was in Jamie's room, we were naked, making out and about to move on to our usual fun, now that things around the house had lost their tension, when I stopped him. "Wait, I can't let you get me pregnant again. I...