dirk2024
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I am already working on a story for Loving Wives and don't need another one. So if this is worth someone elses time, go for it.
"I'm pregnant."
Shocked, I look at my wife. She sits there calmly, a stoic look upon her face. Jumbled thoughts bounce through my head, but they all boil down to one.
I'm sterile.
We've been married for fifteen years. We began trying to get pregnant on year five. After two years with no success, we both got tested. She was a healthy woman, capable of getting pregnant with eggs aplenty. I was a healthy man, however one who didn't have one sperm cell in my ejaculate. I tested several more times in the following months, all to no avail. In the following years, I secretly tested my sperm count every year, hoping for a miracle that never came. This was my last year taking the test as I couldn't take the disappointment anymore.
Initially, we discussed both fostering and adoption, yet could never come to a conclusion on either option. So here we are, fifteen years later with no children. Until now. She was going to have a baby.
It just wasn't going to be mine.
Personally, I like this beginning. But I don't have it in me to finish it. So I'm setting it free.
"I'm pregnant."
Shocked, I look at my wife. She sits there calmly, a stoic look upon her face. Jumbled thoughts bounce through my head, but they all boil down to one.
I'm sterile.
We've been married for fifteen years. We began trying to get pregnant on year five. After two years with no success, we both got tested. She was a healthy woman, capable of getting pregnant with eggs aplenty. I was a healthy man, however one who didn't have one sperm cell in my ejaculate. I tested several more times in the following months, all to no avail. In the following years, I secretly tested my sperm count every year, hoping for a miracle that never came. This was my last year taking the test as I couldn't take the disappointment anymore.
Initially, we discussed both fostering and adoption, yet could never come to a conclusion on either option. So here we are, fifteen years later with no children. Until now. She was going to have a baby.
It just wasn't going to be mine.
Personally, I like this beginning. But I don't have it in me to finish it. So I'm setting it free.