Call with the futa

After that Thanksgiving dinner, both me and Alya decided to take a break from this endeavor that we have undertaken, and I thought this was the obviously right step for both of us because if you add expectations to my abnormally small dick, the sex is not fun anymore, and this leads to frustration and disappointment.

So we decided to not try for 3-4 months and get in the grooves after that. Dad and Connie also supported this idea, and thus after the break, we tried once again, annnnnnd, still nothing. The look of disappointment was so terrible on the face of Alya. My heart was crushed after I saw her holding the pregnancy test with a negative reading. The feelings of worthlessness crept deep in my heart. While I did not want kids, this lady, who I was ready to give my world to, wants them, and she deserves them.

She will become an awesome mother, and I was the one who was denying her the opportunity to become one. Alya then spoke, bringing me back into reality, "Sam, should we just go for adoption?" and this crushed her heart. It was written all over her face. It was not a look you want your wife to ever give you. I wanted to support her in every way possible, and so the thing that had been lingering in the back of my mind came to the forefront.

"Alya, do you remember the Thanksgiving dinner?" I initiated, and the look of confusion on her face was obvious, but still I continued, "I lied to you back then. Your father did not give me only generic advice; he also gave me something else." and thus I told Alya about the futa and how her dad gave me the number. I left the part about her brother out; it was not appropriate to mention this and, to be frank, not necessary.

"Sam, do you think we should give them a call?" She asked me an extremely hard question but my answer was clear in my mind, "Babe, this is your decision, my wishes are not relevant here. It is you who need to carry the baby, and to be honest, it is you who dearly wish for a baby."

It was a soft and calming voice. I tried to express my desire to drop the whole ordeal, but I think she missed that, unfortunately, and now she was seriously thinking. I told her that the decision doesn't have to be now. She can tell me whenever she desires. Suddenly she decided, "Babe, let's do it."

And this was the go-ahead. I knew that Alya wanted kids but I genuinely did not expect her to have the desire of kids so badly. Thus, I decided to give the agency a call, and credit where credit is due, they were extremely passionate, and they sent me a list of potential futas whose potency rates were off the chart.

On the list there were 8 futas, and I and Alya could decide which futa would impregnate my wife, and while I was looking at the list, looking for things like criminal records, grades, secondary work, etc., something caught my eye. It was a familiar face. It was Bixxy. I gave the list to Alya, and she also saw Bixxy, and her eyes kind of sparkled.

"Babe, is that Bixxy?" She asked me, and I affirmed. As long as we knew the same face and same name could only mean the same person. Then she asked me, "Babe, her potency rate is a step above the rest; should we book Bixxy?"

This pained me, and I mean it drove a knife inside my heart, but I decided to still give my feelings a rest and gave her the go-ahead. This meant that Bixxy would be my mother, no father, no, okay, I am confused. But she will be the parental figure of Alya's child. And thus, this decision changed the rest of my married life.

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