Absolutely

Not one to say no to a free meal with a beautiful woman, you happily accept. After the rest of the congregation filtered away, you followed the Coopers to their house across the street from the church.

Their house was spotless and decorated beautifully. When you remarked on that, Bethany beamed at you and thanked you for your kind compliment. The three of you sit down at the table and enjoy a delicious meal of cucumber sandwiches.

Looking around, you realize that you don't see any pictures of children or the kind of mess that kids like to leave behind. You put their ages in the early thirties, so you figure they should have a kid or two at this point. You decide to just ask.

"I don't mean to pry or anything, but do the two of you have any children." The two of them immediately share a sad look and you feel like maybe you just broached a sore subject. "You don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable," you try to backtrack.

"No, no, it's okay," Jack says. "It's a little personal, but we are both very open people." He takes a deep breath. "The truth is, we both want children, but both of us are infertile."

Bethany chimes in, "We have talked about adoption. It just isn't the same." She smiles, "Besides, we have the church. We don't need anything more than that."

You pause for a moment, thinking. She may be infertile when it comes to normal biology, but when it comes to your super sperm, there isn't a womb you can't conquer.

"Jack, Beth, I've got some news to share," you lean in close. They lean in to listen. "I'm a government sanctioned breeder. I gurantee that I can put a baby into Beth's belly." You lean back to take in their reactions. It starts off as surprise, then they turn hopeful, and finally they both grin ear to ear.

"Oh Mr. Doe, would you really?" Beth cries.

You nod. Jack springs up, "Praise the Lord! How soon can you start?"