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"Yes, But Only Because I Love You"
Peter Barnes stared across the dinner table at his brother and sister-in-law with wide eyes. After a long moment, he asked dumbfounded, "You want me to give you my ... what?"
She quickly answered, "Your sperm."
There was another long pause of extremely uncomfortable silence. Well, uncomfortable for Peter at least. He didn't know how the two of them were dealing with this. The emotions and facial expressions of Peter's brother, Vic, had always been hard to figure out, clear back to when they were kids. As they were growing up, Vic -- the older by 6 years -- used to tell Peter tall tales with an absolute straight face. The gullible Peter would then run off to repeat the stories to friends or family, only to wind up the butt of the joke.
As far as his sister-in-law went, Peter simply didn't know her enough to know whether she was as uncomfortable as he himself was or totally at ease. The couple had met, begun dating, and gotten married all while Peter was overseas with an Aid Agency. He'd only met and begun to get to know his newest relative upon his return four months ago.
Peter looked to his brother, laughed nervously, and said, "You're kidding ... right? Tell me your kidding!"
"We can't get pregnant," Vic began. He jumped into a detailed explanation of how his little swimmers needed life jackets to get the job done; about how there was, in fact, a medical procedure that could solve the problem; and finally about how they couldn't even begin to afford the $75,000 procedure that -- and this was the kicker -- wasn't guaranteed to work. "If it fails, we have to repeat it ... for another seventy-five grand. Bro ... we just can't afford it."
Peter eyes were wide again and he was wearing a nervous smile. He chuckled, asking, "Why me? Aren't there places for this kind of--"
"Sperm banks," his brother's wife cut in. "Again, expensive. And even though they provide the medical backgrounds of the donors--"
"We don't trust them, Peter," Vic cut in. "Remember that case a few years back when they found out that that fertility doctor had actually been impregnating women with his own sperm? Ninety kids all over the country. And he had medical issues ... problems he passed to all of those kids."
"I have medical issues!" Peter reminded his brother.
"Minor," Vic dismissed. "Mild allergies, mild asthma. Mine are worse than yours, and we didn't worry about it when we were trying to make a baby, so ... we're not going to worry about--"
"This is crazy!" Peter cut in, standing to begin pacing the short eight feet width of the kitchen. He looked to Vic and asked with that tone he used to use when he used to catch his then teenage brother making out with some girl on the couch, "What's mom gonna say?"
"We're not telling her," his sister-in-law said.
When Peter just stared, now his mouth as wide open as his eyes as Vic's wife stressed, "No one will know because we -- the three of us -- won't be telling anyone."
Peter returned to his pacing for a moment, glancing at the couple repeatedly before finally stopping at the kitchen window and looking out into the backyard. It was a magnificent view. The home had belonged to their parents, who had sold a valuable business a few years back and were now traveling North America, spending the proceeds and having the times of their lives. It had been logical that Vic and his beautiful bride moved in since Peter's life was out there in the bigger world. They kept a small room for him above the garage for his childhood and travel memorabilia, as well as a place to crash when he came home from time to time.
"Mom and dad would want you to do this," Vic said.
Peter instantly exploded in laughter. He turned to look at his brother, expecting a humorous expression from his sibling. But Vic's face was as serious as it had been all along.
"You know they have always wanted grandchildren," Vic continued, "and you'll be ninety years old before you ever settle down to begin a family, so..."
Peter shook his head and turned back to the window. As he looked out at their rusting swing set and decrepit tree house, he knew that Peter was absolutely correct. The main reason his parents had chosen this time to evacuate the house was so that their eldest son could begin his family and fill that big back yard with the sound of screaming children.
"Fine," Peter said, turning to face the couple. Their faces lit up. "Yes, I'll do this, but only because I love you."
Peter laughed again, shaking his head and telling them he couldn't believe they were doing this. He returned to the chair at the table, sat, and -- after sighing deeply -- asked, "So ... what do I do. Go to the sperm bank and fill a cup? Do I bring my own porn, or will they have some of those cable channels that require a four digit code to..."
Peter's joke trailed off as he detected an easily read expression in the faces of the typically unreadable couple. He asked simply, "What...? What don't I know?"
After another of those long uncomfortable silences, Vic said, "We can't afford that procedure either, so ... you're going to have to have intercourse with my wife..."
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