A Little Accident

Beth and Jack are going through the first stage of fertility treatments to start their family. While taking medication to stimulate her hormones is a humiliating situation, she's willing to do what it takes. Jack, on the other hand, is 'forgetting' to hold up his part of the bargain. Finding ways to be too busy to have sex during her fertile periods. Pulling out instead of seeding her. He claims he still wants a child, but his behavior tells her he's getting cold feet.

Then a little auto accident brings her an unexpected solution to her problem: her brother in law, Tyler. He's more than willing to do what Jack won't, giving her the child she's wanted for so long. As long as the conception is done the old-fashioned way...

Excerpt:

I was running late for an appointment that I didn’t really want to go to, but one which I had been unable to think of a reason for cancelling.

There was no good reason. At least, not without admitting something painfully embarrassing.

My husband I had been trying for a family for several years now, and I had finally convinced him to see a specialist. He had balked at first, certain that our problems couldn’t be his fault.

Unfortunately he was right in a way.

But they hadn’t exactly found anything wrong with me, either.

The diagnosis: ‘unexplained infertility.’

Their solution was to make me take a medication that would cause my hormones to intensify, to induce ovulation on a schedule. One of its side-effects was that it could also make me ovulate more than one egg at a time, but I suppose that was meant to up my odds of getting pregnant.

Jack and I were supposed to fuck on that schedule too, on those days when we knew for certain was most fertile.

Except… it hadn’t quite worked out that way.

Last month, he had suddenly found himself working a lot of overtime during the ‘window’ of my best being able to get pregnant, leaving him too exhausted to have sex on those nights.

This month?

He’d supposedly forgotten that we were trying to have a baby, and had pulled out to cum on my stomach.

Not once. That could have been considered well and truly an accident.

But every time that we fucked around the period when I was most fertile.

I supposed that there was a chance, a slight chance, that I’d still gotten knocked up. I was supposed to have a pregnancy test at the office instead of doing one on my own. The only way to get out of it would be to admit that my husband had not followed directions, on something that should have been absolutely basic.

Fucking.