You Just Can't Do It

Doe was waiting for you when you got home from work. She'd selected a sheer black nightie that matched her dark hair. A little trick to help make sure you wouldn't have the slightest difficulty getting up. Not that there was any doubt. You stood in the doorway of the bedroom, mouth almost agape.

"I've been waiting for you John. Maybe, I should have just asked you to take off work today entirely..." She purred.

You walked over to the bed and removed your shoes. No words came to you. The worry of the past few days, the one thing you hadn't hold her...there was now way to avoid the topic now. You had to tell her.

"Doe. There's something I need to tell you."

"Yes, babe?" She suddenly sounded concerned. You felt her slender arm wrap around your midriff.

"Remember how I told you that I should get tested for fertility, back when I agreed to this?" You sighed. "Well, the results came back two days ago. I was struggling to tell you."

"I can't breed you, Doe. I'm infertile."

Doe gasped and wrapped her arms around you. You didn't think this would destroy your relationship with her. You were just too important to each other. But, still it wasn't just sympathy in her teary eyes when she looked at you in this moment. It was also crushed disapointment.

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