Pregnant

"I only wish I could get pregnant," Rebecca said.

I stared at her for a minute. "What do you mean by that?"

She looked at me rather impatiently. "What do you think I mean by that, John? I mean, no matter how often we have sex, he can't get me pregnant. We've been trying for a couple of years, but to no avail."

I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry to hear that. I wish there was something I could do," I told her.

She looked at me intently. "Actually, there is. I was the one to invite you here for a very important reason."

Butterflies began fluttering in my stomach. Was she suggesting what I thought she was suggesting?

"And what is that reason, Rebecca?"

She approached me, still very naked and kissed me firmly on the lips. "I want you to get me pregnant. If you do, I'll do anything you ask."