<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.ibb.co/X3zXZzn/Jourdan-Dunn.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jourdan Byrne-Watson</a>held<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/7f/25/ca7f25f5dd7dfedbeef9125c00a17503.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Freya </a><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/99/e3/99/99e39991daa75bbf7688732a3c9a9b05.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Byrne</a>-<a class="link link--external" href="https://lastfm.freetls.fastly.net/i/u/770x0/09f3c4ce1b739ad257919a9170619464.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Watson</a>'s hand as they left the<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b6/b2/e5b6b251f8eba48a0e64464d02a89e46.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">converted </a><a class="link link--external" href="https://archup.net/jadroozi/2022/01/17211-this-beautiful-loft-apartment-designed-by-quattro-studio-might-be-on-the-smaller-side.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">loft</a>they shared and headed towards their favorite spot,<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/RLdZoLI.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">John Harvard's Tavern</a>.  It was where they met for the first time, her waiting tables and Freya sharing a drink with her friend<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/v5q5pD9.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Morgen</a><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/DDJYEq9.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Atwood</a>.  It wasn't that many years ago, but in ways it felt like a lifetime.  Jourdan still felt the flush of their recent lovemaking, Freya's passion still making her legs feel weak and her insides aflutter.  Then there was the pillow talk, basking in their mutual glow, they talked of their dreams and desires.  These days those talks almost always led to their mutual desire to have a child together.  As sound and whole as their relationship felt, it was the one reminder that they were not fully complete, mother nature was getting one last laugh upon their wedded bliss.<br/><br/>Though Jourdan was no technophile, she had assumed science would save them from the one small flaw in their Sapphic relationship, the ability to breed.  It wasn't science's fault of course, in fact just the opposite, it was the ancient religion of Freya's step-father that kept them from selecting 10cc of carefully vetted semen stored in a freezer from an anonymous donor and making an appointment to set things in motion.  Jourdan could hardly fathom that her in-laws could find yet another thing to be dissatisfied about regarding their marriage.  If it wasn't the obvious problem of them both being women, there was Jourdan's skin color, her lack of a known father, and bringing a small bank book to the marriage.  So now, it was required that she spread her legs for natural insemination or forcing the love of her life to sever her last ties to her mother for the sake of her step-father's religion.<br/><br/>It wasn't that Jourdan found the idea of heterosexual intercourse objectionable, in fact she had quite enjoyed it once upon a time.  In fact, each step closer to John Harvard's Tavern reminded her of Morgen as well, her last male lover.  Even Jourdan, being totally honest with herself, would be hard pressed to rank one over the other, but it was only Freya being her soul mate that kept her from enjoying a nice hard male cock from time to time.  It was hard to enter the tavern without at least a passing thought of Morgen, but with the idea of having to find a baby daddy fresh in her mind, the feeling only intensified.<br/><br/>It was that thought that made the next moment inside the tavern seem almost surreal.  She squeezed Freya's hand and stopped her in her tracks.  "Freya...is that..."  Her words trailed off as her wife's gaze followed hers towards their old table, just below St. Whats his name's window.  They were still somewhat behind him, he hadn't seen them yet, they could still flee if they wanted.  Jourdan didn't want to go, but she wasn't sure just what Freya would think and she didn't want to hurt her lover or do anything to jeopardize their relationship.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a><a class="username" data-user-id="42287" data-username="@Rex." data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/42287/">@Rex.</a>