American Woman: Book 4

Chapter 26

After three nights in Washington D.C., we had three days to get home for a prenatal appointment and to Boston for three nights there. I was a little late and was close to 29 weeks instead of 28. The doctor said everything looked fine and to remember that now appointments go to every two weeks for awhile. So I actually needed to be back in about a week and a half to get back on track for a 30 week check up. She also reminded me to start counting kicks and to contact her if I start noticing a decrease in kicks. We stayed a couple nights at Paisley before flying out to Boston. Arriving at the airport, I had a slight panic attack thinking about this being the same airport my parents had flown out of and to their deaths. Prince was really sweet and did all he could to comfort and calm me down. We managed to squeeze in some sightseeing and family time while there before heading to Philadelphia for three nights there. I suggested to Prince that the next tour needed to be like that. Two or three nights at each stop. You don't get worn out near as quickly that way. He chuckled and said he would pass that information along to his tour manager.
After being out on the road for about a month, I was getting antsy knowing we only had less than a month before it was over. It was bittersweet, but I couldn't lie, I was happy to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I was ready to get home and nest and prepare for Waverly. We still hadn't discussed a middle name so one night in late August, while in a Denver hotel, after the first of two shows there, I decided to feel Prince out about it.
"Baby? Are you awake?" I roll over and ask. I feel like we had been a little more distance the last few weeks since we got back on the road. There hadn't been a whole lot of sex compared to normal, but I chalked it up to me being in the latter stages of pregnancy and Prince having back to back to back shows. He hadn't shown much interest though and that did worry me a little. It's almost like our role playing adventure had taken everything out of him and he hadn't recovered. He has also been acting a little strange both on and off stage. Some nights he would ramble on for minutes at a time about a variety of different things. I watched him look confused more than once between songs like he wasn't sure what was next, he had forgotten lyrics a time or two, and he seemed more on edge with his band. I just figured he was ready for the end too. Nobody is perfect and I sure wasn't going to mention that I noticed bc I didn't want him to think the shows still weren't amazing bc they were. Offstage, obviously the apparent decrease in his sexual appetite was abnormal, he didn't seem to spend as much time with Devon even during times when he could like on the tour bus and in the hotel suites, and he seemed to be able to fall asleep at the drop of a hat, day or night, which was very uncharacteristic of him. But again he was near the end of a six month tour and he was the main man. His exhaustion had to be a hundred times more than anyone else's and I know everyone else was wearing out, even me who didn't have any duties on the road.
"Yeah." He murmured, almost in a slur.
"Hey I was just thinking about Waverly's middle name. Do you have any ideas?"
"Are you serious? You woke me up for that?" He slurred again.
"I thought you said you were already awake. I'm sorry. And why are you slurring?" I fire back.
"I'm not." He says, obviously trying to steady his voice.
"You are. Are you drunk?" I accuse.
"No! You know I rarely drink."
"Well then I guess you're having a stroke bc you are definitely slurring your words like you're hammered." I say, getting up and turning on the bedroom lights.
"Damn Jensen!" He growls, shielding his eyes with his hands. "Turn off the lights and go to sleep. I don't feel like being nagged tonight."
"You think I nag you?!" I shriek, ignoring his request for darkness.
"You are right now, yeah. Come on babe. Don't start a fight. I just want to sleep." He begs.
"Well I'm not sleepy. Care to help me get that way?" I crawl over to him seductively. "Want to play Nikki and Bobby again?"
"Alright." He smiles. "But can we turn the light off and just click on a lamp?"
I oblige and hop up to flick off the light and turn on the lamp by the bed on the lowest setting. I get back in bed next to him and start the role playing. "Bobby, I didn't get to give you a blow job last time. Have you ever had one before?"
"No, but I want one. I bet your mouth could do wonders. Don't bite me though." He chuckles.
I get between his legs and try to get him hard in my hand. It takes a little longer than normal but he finally gets to a workable hardness and I place him in my mouth. "Mmmmm Nikki. Take it all in my kinky girl."
I try but he is still semi flaccid and so it is difficult to get a good rhythm going. It's hard to pump something in and out of your mouth when it almost bends in half on every downstroke. I try again to pump him vigorously with my hand and get him fully erect but it just wasn't happening. The even more bizarre thing is "Bobby" didn't even seem to notice or care. The sounds he was making you would think he was receiving the best hand and blow job in the world. I sure wasn't going to mention it and bruise his ego. It's the first time I had ever had to stop and think about Prince's age during sex. This is probably fairly common for a man in his mid forties. It was still hard to imagine my black stallion ever having that problem though. Thinking about him needing assistance from something like Viagra was humbling to me. He started to grow a little more firm in my hand so I took advantage and did the best I could with my mouth. It wasn't long though before I felt him going limp again. I was worried he was about to say something and was trying to think of a good way to handle my reaction without hurting his feelings when I hear him start to snore. Even though I was stunned that he had fallen asleep in the middle of me pleasuring him, or trying to anyway, I was also a little relieved that I was able to avoid what just happened. Hopefully he won't remember it in the morning and this will be a distant memory.
The next day, he did remember it, or at least his version of it. He rolls over and kissing me on the cheek. "Good morning, Nikki. How did Bobby's dick taste last night?"
"Good." I smile.
"Well I hope he was able to get you sleepy like you wanted. We have to get up early and go to school today." He teased.
"It was great, Bobby." I lied and thankfully was saved by Devon waking up in the next room.
For the rest of the tour, we had repeated encounters very similar to that night in Denver. Prince either could never get erect or couldn't keep it for long, nowhere near completion, including hand jobs, oral sex, and actual intercourse. And he hadn't said a word about it. It's almost like he thinks he finishes. It was so reminiscent of the last half of my marriage to Lenny that it was bothering me pretty bad. But unlike with Lenny, I knew this wasn't of Prince's own doing. It's wasn't bc he was drunk or high. So, I didn't know how to approach this sensitive subject with him. I didn't want to until we go back home for sure. I didn't want to do anything to not allow him to keep his focus on his last few shows and making them spectacular. Plus he would need to go to a doctor and I knew he would trust Dr. Jacobs. So I just kept up a charade and pretended like our sex life was normal.
Prince's Musicology tour wrapped up on September 11, ironically, in San Jose. Even though I was glad it had come to an end, I couldn't help but shed a few tears as he played the last song that last night. It had been one of the most exhausting experiences of my life, but also one of the best. I had been to places I had never seen before and got to experience it with my husband and child. God had blessed me with another easy pregnancy and I had no complications while on the road. All in all, it had been an adventure of a lifetime. But now I was ready to get home to Paisley, with all my babies, and start our new chapter of becoming a family of four.