Flash forward 19 years...

You sit on a rocking chair in a garden, your wife sitting next to you on the bench, pregnant with your fifth child. It's hard to raise your kids, but it's worth it, her body is just too good to fuck, and you can't help yourself from fucking her whenever you can. You smile at the zombie about to finish mowing his lawn next door, and he smiles and waves back as he heads back inside his own home. Who knew the cure to the infection was chicken soup and oranges? Not you, that's for certain, but it was with the hard work of your lovely cum-bucket (At first she didn't like the pet name, but she's grown to like it. You called her that on your wedding night as well, after all those infected raided your reception and started fucking everybody... but that's another story for another day) that it was discovered. She hates it when you say it was chicken soup and oranges, telling you about how that it's the chemical compunds that were formed together that were present in such things that were the cure. You always laugh her off, kissing her scolding away.

It was your oldest daughters birthday yesterday, your jewel of a daughter, Prisha. She is your favourite child, so smart and intelligent, just like her mother, and though you restrained yourself throughout her teenage years, she is also so beautiful, just like her mother, maybe more so. This comes to your mind because after the infection was cured, and something resembling civilised society has returned, the Great British government announced a special bill. The bill states that anyone of appropriate age were encouraged to breed, to replace those lost during the dark times. And so, you're worried for your daughter, for she's not the most social of people. You worry that she might not get the best mate she can, or even at all, so you sit there, wondering.

Susanne knows what you're thinking about. She smiles warmly, wrapping her hand around yours, and taking you upstairs to Prisha's room. You ask her what this is about.

"I know you've been worrying about Prisha. Perhaps you'd like to discuss it with her? Don't worry, I have an idea, I've got someone in mind for her."

You shrug your shoulders, you guess she knows what she's talking about. She opens the door to Prisha's room. She is lying on her bed, reading a book. Susanne sits down next to her, as you stand by the door.

"Prisha honey, can we talk to you?" she says, laying her hand on Prisha's knee.

"Sure mom, what's it about?"

"Well, it's about your future, and your father has been worrying about you, and the 'breeding' bill. Do you... Do you have anyone in mind that wants to pair up with you?"

Prisha closes her book. "What? Of course, the boys all want to..." she trails off, and looks down, immediately knowing that lying won't work, "...No, I don't. All the boys talk about how they don't want all that commitment and stuff..." She curls up, her chin hiding behind her knees.

Susanne gives her a hug, and starts to brush her hair. "Don't worry honey, I have someone in mind that wouldn't mind getting you pregnant."

She sits up excitedly. "Really?"

"Yes, your father."

You look at her in shock. If you were drinking something you'd be spitting it out. 'What?' is all you can manage to say. "Oh don't give me that look, I know you've been eyeing our daughter recently, so I know you want to." You tell her about the dangers of ****. "Oh honey, they sorted out those kinks ages ago, it's perfectly safe now. Honestly, I keep telling you these things and you just forget."

"I have seen you two... you know, have sex before, but I don't know, I'm a little nervous. Are you sure you're okay with this Mom? With me getting, uh, knocked up by... by d-dad?"

"Of course. Tell you what, since you're feeling a little nervous, how about I help you out and join in, huh?"

"Really?"

"Of course. Come on honey, there isin't anywhere we have to be today, we can do it right now."