Alex continued talking -
"Before you ask, there was nothing sexual between your dad and me, and, honestly, those semen harvesting sessions were the absolute worst. It took forever to get hard and when I did, I had to screw my eyes shut and think about the sexiest fairy I'd seen that day as I got milked. And you were a bit of a pest yourself, if memory serves.
"On quite a few occasions you'd burst into your dad's workplace while I was getting milked in the back and start screaming for him with your shrill voice. Hours of hard work would go down the drain whenever you came in and I'd get so frustrated, but eventually it worked, and your dad's magic saved my life.
"Of course, by fairy law, regardless of how damaged I may or may not have been, I had to earn my keep, so, while I was still pregnant, I started working and studying at the government health center, where I later gave birth.
"After all the horror stories I'd heard about government facilities, I was expecting some kind of morbid dissection lab with a hundred lights craned on me and a massive audience standing behind a glass wall, ogling at my naked body.
"Instead, when the time came, I was ushered into a small, cool examination room with a high bed in the middle and just two or three adjustable lights on the ceiling. It was well insulated so that no one on the outside could hear me and I couldn't hear them either. They injected an epidural, put my legs in the stirrups and waited for the baby. Unfortunately, there were complications and I had to get surgery. Without that surgery, I could have hemorrhaged and died from that birth, but the doctors were all so professional. The never panicked and just did what was necessary. The baby was safely extracted and I was rolled out in one piece." Here Alex looked immensely pained as he **** himself to speak,
"Rolled out... alone. I never forgot how that baby was put inside me. If it weren't for the dire straits our species are in, I would never have carried that fetus to term. So... As soon as it was born, I gave it up for adoption. Never named it. Never touched it. Never even looked at it." He sighed deeply,
"As I was rolled out on a stretcher to the recovery room, I kept thinking about how my life was saved twice in the last five months alone - first by your dad, and now by these doctors and nurses. I had a huge debt to pay, and no reasonable way to do it.
"Since I can't learn fairy magic, the only thing I could do was study medicine. For seven years, from the age of 20 till last year, I worked and studied at the center to become a nurse and help other young men develop their wombs and give birth to their, hopefully wanted, babies.
"Those were some of the happiest years of my life, despite, or maybe because, of the last scar Zoran gave me. Some years after giving birth, I had healed enough mentally to try to get pregnant again (the doctors were always eager to encourage as much procreation as possible). After a few unsuccessful attempts I had my womb tested and found out that Zoran's cane had done more damage than I'd realized. It had effectively crushed my womb so that I could never have another baby."
A long silence follows and neither of you wants to look the other in the eye.
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