Never fall in love with a wounded hero… Since I turned thirty, all I can think about is having a baby. Someone of my own I can love. Someone who won’t break my heart. But I don’t want another relationship ever again. I thought about going to a clinic. But I like the idea of knowing the identity of the father of my child, even if we’re not an item. So I pick Marc. Or Fitz, as everyone else calls him. He’s tall, handsome, healthy – apart from his injured back – hardworking, kind, and loyal. I’d be happy if my child were to grow up like him. So I ask him if he’d agree to be a sperm donor for me. To my disappointment, he says no. He does say he’ll be happy to get me pregnant the old-fashioned way. According to him, extended foreplay increases the man’s productivity. I think he just wants to get me into bed, but I’m willing to give it a try. Do I go ahead with it? There aren’t any drawbacks to having a quick fling, surely?

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