Gabriel's Inferno Trilogy by Sylvain Reynard
When he arrived home for dinner, she pounced.
“Well?”
“Good evening to you, too.” He brushed his lips against hers and pulled back, staring at her.
“I’m still getting used to these.” He touched the frames of her tortoiseshell glasses.
She adjusted them self-consciously before taking them off. “I only need them for reading. At least, that’s what the optometrist said.”
“You look like a sexy librarian. In fact, I think we should take them into the study and introduce them to the wonders of desk sex.”
Julia laughed. “You aren’t going to distract me with desk sex, Professor Emerson. I want to hear about your appointment.”
Gabriel’s smile faded.
“What if I promise you consecutive orgasms?” he whispered, grasping her wrist and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed her, nipping at the skin.
She swallowed hard. “That sounds—great. But I still want to hear about the doctor.”
He took a step closer, walking her toward the kitchen table.
“And if I promise you kitchen table sex, the likes of which you’ve never experienced before?”
He placed her on the edge of the table, spreading her legs so that he could stand in between them.
She raised her hand to his face. “I’d say you’re worrying me because you’re trying to distract me with sex. Please tell me what happened.”
Gabriel pulled away and sat down heavily on a nearby chair.
“Did you cook or did Rebecca leave something?”
“Rebecca made lasagne.” Julia hopped off the table to retrieve a can of Coke from the fridge. She poured it over ice in a glass and handed it to him. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“The doctor isn’t sure it will work.” Abruptly, Gabriel placed the glass on the table.
“Oh, sweetheart.” She sat in the chair next to him and placed a hand on his arm.
“He’s pretty confident we could do artificial insemination if the reversal is unsuccessful, but I have to be tested to see if I’m producing viable sperm. When he has the results, he’ll determine if we should schedule a reversal or not. My test is scheduled for next week.”
“And?”
“Even if he performs the reversal, the probability of success is low.” He cleared his throat. “Since the procedure was done almost ten years ago, the chance of pregnancy is thirty percent. There’s a possibility of antibodies, scar tissue, and a secondary blockage point.”
“I didn’t realize it was so complicated.”
He rubbed a hand over his eyes. “It’s far more complicated than I expected. But it’s a credit to the doctor that he was thorough in his explanation. He also forbade me to smoke.”
“Well, that’s a good thing. When will we know if the procedure is successful?”
“He says I could be fertile within a few months or it could take a year.” He hesitated. “Or never.”
Julia sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Gabriel. I wish I’d gone with you. I could have supported you.”
“You were there in spirit.” He gave her a half-smile.
“If the sperm production is fine, then we could pursue artificial insemination. If we want, he’ll gather sperm at the time of the reversal and freeze them for us.” He toyed with her hair. “The doctor suggested you visit a gynecologist, in case there are fertility issues on your side.”
Julia grimaced.
Gabriel watched her expression carefully. “Is that a problem?”
“No. I don’t like those kinds of checkups, but I can see why it would be necessary. I’m due for one.”
“Unfortunately, the doctor also said that we’ll have to abstain from sex for three weeks after my procedure. He told me that there cannot be any ejaculation.”
Julia’s eyes widened. “Three weeks? Scheisse.”
“Exactly. Are you still sure we should do this?”
“I’m not happy about having to be celibate for three weeks.” She shuddered. “But I was celibate a lot longer than that before.”
“Quite.” A smile played at the corners of Gabriel’s lips. “This will be new for both of us—marital celibacy. Who knew there was such a terrible thing?”
“I certainly didn’t. Except for, you know, one week a month.”
“That reminds me. We’ll have to ensure that one of the three weeks coincides with your cycle. Otherwise we might have to be celibate for four weeks.”
“You think of everything, Professor.”
Gabriel’s eyes appeared to darken. “I have needs.”
She pressed their chests together, bringing her mouth inches from his.
“As do I, Professor. I’m sure we can attend to some of those needs without involving your injured parts.”
“Injured parts?”
“I’ll take very good care of you and all your parts. You’ll need me to be your nurse.”
Gabriel slid his hands down to cup her backside.
“I like the sound of that. A nurse, a librarian, a student, a professor—is there no end to your talents, Mrs. Emerson?”
“None. In fact, I have another secret identity.”
“Oh, really?”
She brought her lips to the curve of his ear, “I’m also Lois Lane.”
“I think I’ll need to pick up my Superman suit from the dry cleaners.”
“Merry Christmas to me.”
“It will be.” He gave her a heated look, heavy with promise. “So we’ll schedule a few more appointments, but we’ve agreed to pursue this?”
“Yes.”
“And we’ve also agreed that we aren’t going to start a family until you graduate. This is all—preliminary.”
She smiled and kissed him, and then they decided to delay dinner in favor of celebratory kitchen table sex during which Gabriel pretended to be Superman, coming home after a long day of fighting crime.
(It must be said that superhero kitchen table sex was an even better domestic coupling than regular kitchen table sex.)
A few hours later, Julia and Gabriel sat on the floor in their bedroom, going through Sharon’s boxes. They found photo albums filled with baby and toddler pictures. They found toys and the bracelet Julia had worn in the hospital when she was born.
She was surprised that her mother kept the baby memorabilia. She was even more surprised to find a copy of her parents’ wedding picture, along with a series of photos from their courtship. There were even a few family pictures that predated the divorce.
One box held costume jewelry and scarves and photos of Sharon with different men. Gabriel watched as Julia disposed of those pictures with barely a glance. Given what he knew about Sharon’s behavior with her boyfriends, he understood why Julia would want all memory of them destroyed.
He ran a finger across the back of her hand, caressing the knuckles. “You have a home and family now.”
“I know.” She gave him a little smile, but it didn’t touch her eyes.
She looked in vain for her mother’s engagement and wedding rings. But they’d likely been pawned long ago. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen them.
If Julia had expected to find answers among her mother’s things, she was sorely disappointed. The materials they found didn’t explain why Sharon decided that the baby girl she initially loved to distraction became an annoying household presence. They didn’t explain how alcohol and sex became more important than flesh and blood.
“Darling?” Gabriel’s voice broke into her thoughts.
“A whole life. Three boxes. What a waste.”
Gabriel rubbed her back sympathetically.
“Why didn’t she love me?” Julia croaked.
Gabriel felt as if his heart were being torn apart. He sat behind he
“I wish I had an answer. All I can say is that I understand. Believe me, Julianne, I understand.”
“It’s hard for me to believe she ever loved me.”
“She kept the photographs. It’s clear she loved you when you were born. You can see it in her face. She loved you after that, too, when you were little.”
“But she loved alcohol more.”
“It’s an addiction.”
“I’m not without compassion, Gabriel, but I can’t contemplate choosing alcohol and men over my child.”
Gabriel’s grip on her tightened. “That’s as it should be. But you’ve never struggled with addiction, Julianne. That’s something I know too much about.
“I’m sure there were times your mother wanted to stop.”
“There were times she went into recovery, yes.”
“There but for the grace of God go we,” he whispered.
When she didn’t respond, he continued in a whisper, “This is my fault. I’m the one who insisted on looking into our parents, and now see what’s happened.”
“You aren’t the one who hurt me.
“I suppose it was silly to think I’d find an explanation in one of these boxes. If my dad doesn’t have one, how could there be an explanation in a pile of junk?”
“Your baby things aren’t junk. We’ll frame the photos and put the other things on a shelf. Someday, if we have a little girl, you can show her how beautiful her mama looked when she was a baby.”
Julia pressed her face into the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”
He gave her a tight squeeze, holding her until she was ready to pack up the boxes.
Chapter Forty-six
I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” Julia stared wide-eyed at her gynecologist.
It was the third week in September and Julia had just had her yearly physical exam. It was supposed to be routine, with a view to uncovering any fertility issues. But the doctor’s remarks indicated that the exam had been anything but routine.
“I want you to have an ultrasound. My secretary will contact radiology at Mount Auburn Hospital and schedule the appointment. I want you seen immediately, and I’m noting that in my referral.” Dr. Rubio scribbled hastily in Julia’s chart.
Julia’s stomach flipped. “So it’s serious?”
“Potentially serious.” The doctor paused, her dark eyes meeting Julia’s. “It’s good that you came in when you did. I found something on one of your ovaries. We need to know what it is. You’ll have an ultrasound, the radiologist will write up a report and send it to me, and we’ll go from there.”
“Cancer?” Julia could barely pronounce the word.
“That’s a possibility. It could be a benign growth or a cyst. We’ll know more soon.” Dr. Rubio returned to her writing. “But don’t miss your ultrasound appointment. It’s imperative that we have you looked at right away.”
Julia sat very, very still.
All she could think about was Grace.
“Darling, I’m in the middle of my seminar. Can I call you back?” Gabriel’s voice was low as he answered his cell phone.
“I’m so sorry. I forgot. I’ll just see you at home.” Julia was flustered and fighting back tears. She could hear footsteps on the other end of the line and the closing of the door.
“I’m in the hallway now. What’s going on?”
“I’m on my way home. I’ll see you soon. Please apologize to your students for me.” Julia disconnected before she began sobbing. Somehow the sound of his voice, patient and sweet, made everything worse.
She buried her face in her hands just as her cell phone rang. She didn’t have to look at it to know who was calling.
“H-hello?”
“What happened?”
“I’ll tell you at dinner.” She hiccuped.
“No, you’ll tell me now, or I’ll cancel my seminar and come and find you. You’re worrying me.”
“The doctor found something during my exam.”
Silence emerged from the other end of the line.
She could hear Gabriel inhale sharply.
“Found what?”
“The doctor doesn’t know. I’m supposed to go for an ultrasound at Mount Auburn Hospital as soon as possible.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.” Julia did her best to lie convincingly.
“Where are you?”
“I’m walking home from the doctor’s office.”
“Stay where you are. I’ll come and get you.”
“You’ll have to cancel your seminar.”
“I can’t teach a class knowing that you’re alone and crying. Stay there and I’ll call you back in a minute.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m just in shock.”
“You aren’t fine. Just give me a minute.”
“I’m almost home. I’ll see you soon.”
She disconnected the phone.
Gabriel cursed, then opened the door to his seminar room to cancel his class.
In the days between Julia’s appointment with her doctor and her ultrasound, Gabriel received a call from his urologist indicating that his sperm production was normal. Professor Emerson was gloriously fertile.
(Parenthetically, it should be noted that he never doubted his fertility.)
His relief was overshadowed by the anxiety he felt over Julia. He put on a brave face, not wanting to upset her, but inwardly, he was afraid.
She was young. She was healthy. Of course, Grace had been young and healthy prior to her diagnosis. She’d had breast cancer for some time before it was discovered.
Gabriel’s virility and strength was such that he rarely, if ever, felt helpless. But gazing at his beloved wife while she tossed and turned night after night made him feel impotent. She was light and life and love and goodness. And it was possible she was very, very sick.
Gabriel closed his eyes and prayed.
“Sweetie?” Her voice came out of the darkness.
“Yes?”
“I want you to promise me something.”
He rolled to his side so he could see her better.
“Anything.”
“Promise that if anything happens to me, you’ll take care of yourself.”
“Don’t say such things.” His tone was unnecessarily sharp.
“I mean it, Gabriel. Whether my time is soon or when I’m old and gray. I want you to promise that you’ll continue on the path that you’re on. That you’ll be a good man, that you’ll live a good life and that you’ll try to find happiness.”
Gabriel felt as if he were choking as a myriad of emotions bubbled up into his throat.
“I won’t find happiness without you.”
“You found peace without me,” she whispered. “You found peace in Assisi. You can live without me. We both know that you can.”
He placed his palm on top of her stomach, his fingers stroking her naked skin.
“How can a man live without his heart?”
She pressed her hand over his.
“Richard does.”
“Richard is a shell of his former self.”
“I want you to promise me. I worry that you’ve made so much of me that if something were to happen, you’d . . .” She trailed off.
“I will always struggle with addiction, Julianne, but I don’t think I could go back to my old life.” His voice dropped. “Then I truly would be alone.”
“I promise that wherever I am, I’ll do all that I can to help you. I swear.” Her voice was a desperate whisper.
“If you were Francis to my Guido da Montefeltro, you’d come for my soul, wouldn’t you?”
“I swear it. But I don’t believe your soul is in mortal danger.”
He lifted his hand and traced the curve of
Julia nodded against his hand, her body relaxing.
Chapter Forty-seven
On the day of Julia’s ultrasound, Gabriel canceled his classes in order to accompany her.
“I’m sorry, sir, but you aren’t allowed inside the ultrasound suite.”
Gabriel stood to his full height, a scowl distorting his handsome features. He looked down at the much shorter technician. “Excuse me?”
The technician pointed at a notice board that was affixed to the wall. “Only the patient is allowed. Family must wait out here.”
Gabriel placed his hands on his hips, fanning his jacket out angrily. “She’s my wife. I’m not leaving her.”
“The average ultrasound only takes thirty minutes. She’ll be with you soon.” The technician nodded at Julia. “Mrs. Emerson, if you’ll follow me.”
Gabriel tugged on Julia’s arm, stopping her. “We’ll go to another hospital.”
Julia shifted her weight from foot to foot, practically dancing in the hallway. “They made me drink five cups of water. I have to pee like crazy. Don’t make me go through this again.”
“I’m not letting you go in there alone.” His eyes, flashing blue fire, rested on hers.
“This can’t wait.” Her tone pierced him.
He blinked a few times.
“What if there’s a problem?”
The technician cleared her throat and nodded toward the same sign. “I’m not allowed to discuss what I find. Only the radiologist can write up an official report, and that will be sent directly to your doctor.”
Gabriel muttered a few choice expletives and gave the technician a glare that nearly knocked her over.
“I’ll be fine, sweetie. But if you don’t want to see my bladder explode right in front of you, you have to let me go.” Julia crossed her legs.
Gabriel watched her walk away, feeling furious and helpless simultaneously.
Two days later, Julia was summoned to Dr. Rubio’s office to discuss the radiologist’s report. Gabriel accompanied her.