Pretty Good Considering

You woke up after a couple of days. Carrie was beside you, holding your hand, fast asleep. You looked under your hospital gown, remembering the chauffeur's knife going at you. Surprisingly, you could see your cock and balls intact. Carrie woke up, catching you.

"Everything in order?" she asked. You nodded. "Good. You're a hero, you know. My hero. I love you, Junior," she said, leaning in to kiss you deeply.

"I love you too, Carrie."

***

It was the happy ending you never thought you'd get. You and Carrie got married. You both still liked to have some fun, of course. Keon visited, Luis visited, Roger visited, Nia visited. But you were the only one that got into Carrie without a condom.

And despite all your fears, you were just potent enough. A year after the marriage, Carrie gave birth to Cathleen Putnam. And three years later, she had John Putnam III. They both had sandy hair, just like the rest of the Putnams.