“As a matter of fact there is!”

“Victor, you can't expect me to just sit by and let this whore steal you from me” Amelia swept her arm in your direction without taking her eyes away from her husband.

“Amelia,” Victor closed the distance with his wife and embraced her, “my love, my light, Queen of my life, I could never see you unhappy. You still want children don't you?”

“...I do.” Pressing her face into her husband's chest, Amelia's voice came out muffled.

“Well that's why I arranged to have Alice brought to us. I'm going to fuck a whole nursery of cute little babies into her just for you.”

“Wait, you arranged to have me brought here? What about the lottery?”

“I know but...” Amelia looked up into Victor's face, her lower lip extended in a pout, “couldn't you have just done it with a test tube? Why does she have to be here? Why do you have to... to... fuck that little tramp?”

“She's a person, not just some baby factory. Would you really want our children coming out of some anonymous government facility? This way our baby is created naturally, and we can watch it develop the whole way through.”

“A person who's being ignored! Excuse me! What did you mean, arranged to have me!”

Victor looked up from his wife towards you, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. “Did you really think the government was gong to trust the only fertile women in the country to a random lottery? Or that a millionaire just happened to be paired with you? Now hush dear, the grown-ups are talking."

Turning back towards his wife Victor lovingly brushed a stray curl of golden hair away from her forehead. “Now, what will it take to put a smile back on my angle's face?”