Chapter 12
Whistle looked completely baffled. Amanda was staring at him expectantly, so he said tentatively: “You wish me to…?” making it a kind of question, since he clearly didn’t understand what a ‘sperm donor’ was.
She nodded, not helping at all. “I’d love it if you would, Wes. Little Ray here is SO adorable; I’d love to have one just like him. And since the genes for your looks obviously run in your family, since Ray looks so much like you…If I use you as a sperm donor, any baby I had would probably look like Ray.”
Understanding lit up the being’s crystalline blue eyes. “You wish to have a little one!” he cried excitedly.
Amanda grinned. “Definitely,” she agreed as Shane took a deep breath of relief. “And since I don’t want to get married again, the best way just seems to be through the sperm donor route. I’ll understand if you don’t want to do this,” she went on more soberly, “But I’m hoping you’ll say yes.”
Whistle glanced at his Lamhulae. Shane spoke up to help the lingering confusion that he was obviously struggling with. “If you do this, Wes, it’ll be really easy. All you have to do is deposit your sperm in a little cup and a laboratory will implant it in Amanda so that she can try to get pregnant. I did it a couple of times when I was younger, to make some extra money. You just go into this little room by yourself and make the deposit, then you give the cup to a nurse and that’s it.”
Whistle looked somewhat less puzzled by this explanation. “And they will take this ‘sperm’ and give Amanda a little one?” he queried.
“That’s the point, yes,” Shane agreed. “All she’s asking is if you’ll give some of your sperm so that they can try to make her pregnant, nothing else.”
“Of course I will help Amanda have a little one,” the being replied stoutly.
A cry of delight from across the table, and Amanda reached over to grasp Whistle’s hands. “Thank you so much, Wes!” she cried happily. “I really appreciate this! And of course, the baby will have both of you as uncles, so you can be in his or her life anyway. Oh Lord, I have to make plans…” she babbled.
Shane smiled at her. “Just tell us when to show up, sis, and I’ll come along to help Wes out,” he told her.
“Okay. I’ll make a call to a fertility clinic Monday. Geez, I’m going to hate to wait. But it’s for the best; I don’t have any baby clothes or a crib or anything. Of course, I should wait to buy all of that stuff until after I know I’m pregnant. God, listen to me prattling on…”
“It’s all right, Amanda,” Shane replied with a gentle smile. “I really do understand. I’ve been totally stoked since Ray arrived. Being a dad is the best thing ever.”
She smiled back at him. “I’m so glad to see you finally getting a family, Shane. And now Ray will have another cousin. And one that will be close in age, so they can play together. This will be awesome.”
Amanda talked of nothing else until she and Matt left, boring her teenage son into catatonia. He finally departed to play more video games, accompanied by Whistle. When he entered the living room after his sister and nephew had left, Shane found the blonde watching television. Whistle looked up at his Lamhulae, who was carrying a sleeping Ray in his arms. “Well, they’ve gone,” Shane told him. “So I’m going to explain more fully what it is you agreed to do for Amanda, Whistle.”
The being nodded. “Please tell me all about it, Shane,” he agreed.
So he sat down, cradling his sleeping son, and told Whistle that ‘sperm’ was the white stuff that came out of the end of both of their penises when they had sex. He went into a middle school health class level of explanation about procreation, to which Whistle listened intently. When he was done, the being exclaimed: “So I must make the white stuff come out of the end of my penis and into a cup, Shane?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m coming along to make sure that you can do it. I know you’ve never masturbated before, that you don’t really know how to do it. I’ll show you how.”
“Thank you, Shane. I will be happy to help Amanda have a little one,” Whistle replied.
Shane felt love well up in him for the lovely being who had made him so happy – and was now going to make his sister happy as well. “No, thank you, Whistle,” he said gravely. “For everything.”
What the nurse at the fertility clinic thought of two guys going into the little room was anyone’s guess. Shane slipped in with Whistle, leaving Amanda holding the baby. She was happy to take care of Ray while her brother ‘helped’ Whistle make his sperm donation. Once inside the room, Shane told the blonde to pull down his pants and underwear. Whistle did so, clearly feeling no embarrassment whatsoever. Not a surprise; he had no concept of shame. Then Shane took a hold of his flaccid penis and taught Whistle how to masturbate, feeling a little embarrassment himself when his Lamhulae began to moan a bit as Shane’s fingers stroked him. “Please try to be quieter, Whistle,” he begged.
The being bit his lip. “It is hard, Shane,” he gasped. “When you touch me like that.”
Shane shuddered, vowing to drag Whistle home straight after this and put Ray down for a nap. Then he intended to make love to his Lamhulae all afternoon. He moved his fingers faster. Whistle rocked his hips, closing his eyes. He was close. Shane aimed for the plastic cup, and felt relief when Whistle cried out a little and came. When he was done, Shane wiped him clean and got him dressed, then took the half full cup of semen out to give to the nurse. A slightly dazed Whistle followed after him, and Amanda looked up at them eagerly when they entered the waiting room together afterward.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“Pretty good; Wes gave the sample all right. The nurse said they’d call you in a few days,” Shane replied.
“Oh, great. Thank you again, Wes,” she told Whistle. “I’m really grateful.”
“I only wish you to have a little one, Amanda,” he told her simply.
“Yes, I know. You’re such a sweetie; Shane’s so lucky,” she said with an approving glance at the blonde.
“Yes, I am, and I know it. We’ll drop you at home, sis,” Shane said hurriedly, wanting to get home himself so that he and Whistle could have an afternoon of fun and games.
She understood. Her eyes went from Whistle’s slightly flushed face to her brother’s, and a smile flittered over her lips. “That’s fine,” she said as she handed Ray to Shane. “I’m sure that you guys have somewhere to go.”
Shane came in out of the cold with a “Whoof,” as he peeled his coat and gloves off. Whistle and Ray were in the living room together, playing a little game. The baby was already sitting up and crawling, courtesy of the mental lessons he’d been receiving from his ‘mother’. The blonde was doing ‘patty cake,’ with Ray, a game that Shane had taught him. The baby was squealing and giggling. “Hey, guys,” he said. “Getting a bit cold outside. Thought I’d make some cocoa. Do you want some, Whistle?”
The crystalline blue eyes lit up. “Yes, Shane!” he cried, which was the response he’d expected. The being loved cocoa. He nodded and started into the kitchen to heat up some milk in a pan.
The phone rang. The caller i.d. said that it was Amanda. He picked it up. “Hey, sis, what’s up?” he asked.
“Shane. I just called to tell you that the clinic called me, and they say that they can’t use Wes’s sperm,” she said despondently.
“Why not?” Shane asked.
“They say that his sperm aren’t motile enough, and they’re shaped a bit oddly. They think he might have been exposed to radiation or some kind of pollutant, and that it’s deformed his sperm. Is he aware of this? Is he healthy and everything?”
“He’s very healthy, sis,” Shane replied soothingly. “No other problems at all. I’m sorry to hear that, though. Are you just going to use an anonymous donor?”
“Well, I really don’t want to,” she said reluctantly. “But I guess I’ll have to…”
“Maybe not,” Shane replied as an idea formed in his head. “You could use my sperm, sis. I know its good, since I used to donate when I was younger…”
“But Shane, that’s won’t work!” she cried, sounding appalled.
“Sure it will. You simply need to get a donor egg to fertilize. That way, the baby would still have our family genes but it wouldn’t be born with two heads.”
“Oh! I never thought of that,” Amanda replied. “And you don’t mind, Shane?”
“Of course not. Anything for you, sis. And I’ll still sort of be my baby’s dad, won’t I? Or its uncle, anyway. That’s good enough for me.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d love that!” Amanda gushed.
“We’ll go back to the clinic tomorrow,” Shane replied.
Whistle was pleased when Shane explained what he was going to be doing for Amanda, and the being wasn’t surprised about the quality of his semen. Having produced the human body he wore wholesale, it wasn’t a total shock that something as delicate and complex as the reproductive system hadn’t quite come out right. But as long as Amanda got her little one, he was satisfied. And he volunteered to go to the clinic and ‘help’ Shane as his human had helped him last week.
Everything went off without a hitch, and Amanda was implanted with three fertilized donor eggs. None of them took, which depressed her. But Shane told her firmly that they’d keep trying until they did take, since he had the money to pay for the procedures. And to her intense delight, the next batch was successful. Amanda was definitely pregnant, and nesting like crazy.
Shane took Whistle to her house at least twice a week so that the two of them could talk babies and work on decorating her nursery. He himself was indulging in some woodworking, making a cradle and some other furniture for the coming baby. But he also played video games and spent time with Matt, so that his nephew wouldn’t feel left out just because he had a sibling on the way. Ray was starting to walk, staggering around their house on his short, chubby legs. Shane’s house was always full of sunshine, both literally and figuratively. He took intense delight in his lover and his son, the two miracles that God had seen fit to gift him with.
Amanda’s belly swelled slowly. Ultrasounds proved that the fetus was healthy, and eventually revealed that it was a girl. Amanda was ecstatic. She’d always wanted a daughter, for while Matt was a wonderful kid she couldn’t dress him up or do girlie things with him. He just wasn’t interested. While that might be a good thing, since he was becoming interested in girls and was clearly not gay like his uncle, she could indulge her love of frilly things and colors with a daughter.
Matt’s arm finally healed. He was so glad to get rid of the sling that had replaced the cast that he did a war whoop and slung it into the trash dramatically. Since having the broken arm hadn’t put him off his love of dirt bikes, Shane bought him another one to replace the one he’d taken the spill on. But he was only allowed to ride it when his uncle was there to supervise him. This brought the two of them even closer, as Shane would spend part of each weekend with Matt out riding bikes.
Ray now talked fluently and was even more adorable than ever. A cherubic, sunny creature, he toddled around the house after Whistle or Shane like a golden shadow. He loved his Aunt Amanda and his Cousin Matt, and would hold out his arms to them whenever they appeared at the house. Even Matt couldn’t resist hugging the baby, and Ray was a much loved and fussed over creature. Fortunately he wasn’t anymore spoiled than Whistle, and had the same open and innocent curiosity about everything in the world.
Amanda was getting very large, and was close to her due date. She and Matt had moved into Shane’s house for now, so that she wouldn’t be alone with her teenage son (who couldn’t drive yet) when she went into labor. She and Whistle spent time in the kitchen every day, for she was teaching the being to bake. He’d proved surprisingly good at it. Shane and Matt would come in to find heaps of chocolate chip cookies or frosted cakes sitting on the counter cooling. Not that either of them were complaining about this bounty.
One night, Shane was woken out of his sleep by a loud banging on his bedroom door. Whistle stirred sleepily beside him. “Shane, please hurry! My water just broke!” Amanda called desperately through the door. That got them both going in a hurry. Amanda was bundled into the car and driven to the hospital post-haste, where she was given a room and started her labor. Shane held her hand as she pushed, while Whistle positioned himself near the foot of the bed. He was up to something, Shane suspected. And indeed, his sister’s labor was both short and easy. Her daughter was delivered in a squalling, red-faced little bundle after only an hour.
Then it was time for rejoicing. Matt, who’d been in the waiting room watching his cousin while his mother gave birth, was brought it to see her. He grimaced and commented that his baby sister looked like a troll. His weary mother giggled as Whistle took Ray and cuddled the sleepy toddler. “What are you going to call her, sis?” Shane asked curiously from his perch in a chair next to the bed.
“I thought maybe Molly,” she replied, holding her tiny newborn daughter in her arms. “What do you think, Shane?”
“Sounds great,” he replied. “She’s beautiful, Amanda.”
“Yes. I can’t believe she’s finally here,” Amanda cooed, running a finger down the baby’s cheek. She looked up at them – Shane sitting in the chair, and Whistle standing nearby with Ray in his arms. “I’m so blessed,” she said happily. “I only wish that Dave could have been here…” she added sadly. “But I know that wherever he is, he’s watching over us now. And that he’s glad that his family is so happy. Isn’t that right, Shane?”
“Yeah,” he husked. He looked at the baby in his sister’s arms, then at Whistle and Ray standing beside Matt at the end of the bed. “Really happy,” he replied quietly as Whistle smiled that sweet, special smile meant just for him.
The End
Whistle looked completely baffled. Amanda was staring at him expectantly, so he said tentatively: “You wish me to…?” making it a kind of question, since he clearly didn’t understand what a ‘sperm donor’ was.
She nodded, not helping at all. “I’d love it if you would, Wes. Little Ray here is SO adorable; I’d love to have one just like him. And since the genes for your looks obviously run in your family, since Ray looks so much like you…If I use you as a sperm donor, any baby I had would probably look like Ray.”
Understanding lit up the being’s crystalline blue eyes. “You wish to have a little one!” he cried excitedly.
Amanda grinned. “Definitely,” she agreed as Shane took a deep breath of relief. “And since I don’t want to get married again, the best way just seems to be through the sperm donor route. I’ll understand if you don’t want to do this,” she went on more soberly, “But I’m hoping you’ll say yes.”
Whistle glanced at his Lamhulae. Shane spoke up to help the lingering confusion that he was obviously struggling with. “If you do this, Wes, it’ll be really easy. All you have to do is deposit your sperm in a little cup and a laboratory will implant it in Amanda so that she can try to get pregnant. I did it a couple of times when I was younger, to make some extra money. You just go into this little room by yourself and make the deposit, then you give the cup to a nurse and that’s it.”
Whistle looked somewhat less puzzled by this explanation. “And they will take this ‘sperm’ and give Amanda a little one?” he queried.
“That’s the point, yes,” Shane agreed. “All she’s asking is if you’ll give some of your sperm so that they can try to make her pregnant, nothing else.”
“Of course I will help Amanda have a little one,” the being replied stoutly.
A cry of delight from across the table, and Amanda reached over to grasp Whistle’s hands. “Thank you so much, Wes!” she cried happily. “I really appreciate this! And of course, the baby will have both of you as uncles, so you can be in his or her life anyway. Oh Lord, I have to make plans…” she babbled.
Shane smiled at her. “Just tell us when to show up, sis, and I’ll come along to help Wes out,” he told her.
“Okay. I’ll make a call to a fertility clinic Monday. Geez, I’m going to hate to wait. But it’s for the best; I don’t have any baby clothes or a crib or anything. Of course, I should wait to buy all of that stuff until after I know I’m pregnant. God, listen to me prattling on…”
“It’s all right, Amanda,” Shane replied with a gentle smile. “I really do understand. I’ve been totally stoked since Ray arrived. Being a dad is the best thing ever.”
She smiled back at him. “I’m so glad to see you finally getting a family, Shane. And now Ray will have another cousin. And one that will be close in age, so they can play together. This will be awesome.”
Amanda talked of nothing else until she and Matt left, boring her teenage son into catatonia. He finally departed to play more video games, accompanied by Whistle. When he entered the living room after his sister and nephew had left, Shane found the blonde watching television. Whistle looked up at his Lamhulae, who was carrying a sleeping Ray in his arms. “Well, they’ve gone,” Shane told him. “So I’m going to explain more fully what it is you agreed to do for Amanda, Whistle.”
The being nodded. “Please tell me all about it, Shane,” he agreed.
So he sat down, cradling his sleeping son, and told Whistle that ‘sperm’ was the white stuff that came out of the end of both of their penises when they had sex. He went into a middle school health class level of explanation about procreation, to which Whistle listened intently. When he was done, the being exclaimed: “So I must make the white stuff come out of the end of my penis and into a cup, Shane?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m coming along to make sure that you can do it. I know you’ve never masturbated before, that you don’t really know how to do it. I’ll show you how.”
“Thank you, Shane. I will be happy to help Amanda have a little one,” Whistle replied.
Shane felt love well up in him for the lovely being who had made him so happy – and was now going to make his sister happy as well. “No, thank you, Whistle,” he said gravely. “For everything.”
What the nurse at the fertility clinic thought of two guys going into the little room was anyone’s guess. Shane slipped in with Whistle, leaving Amanda holding the baby. She was happy to take care of Ray while her brother ‘helped’ Whistle make his sperm donation. Once inside the room, Shane told the blonde to pull down his pants and underwear. Whistle did so, clearly feeling no embarrassment whatsoever. Not a surprise; he had no concept of shame. Then Shane took a hold of his flaccid penis and taught Whistle how to masturbate, feeling a little embarrassment himself when his Lamhulae began to moan a bit as Shane’s fingers stroked him. “Please try to be quieter, Whistle,” he begged.
The being bit his lip. “It is hard, Shane,” he gasped. “When you touch me like that.”
Shane shuddered, vowing to drag Whistle home straight after this and put Ray down for a nap. Then he intended to make love to his Lamhulae all afternoon. He moved his fingers faster. Whistle rocked his hips, closing his eyes. He was close. Shane aimed for the plastic cup, and felt relief when Whistle cried out a little and came. When he was done, Shane wiped him clean and got him dressed, then took the half full cup of semen out to give to the nurse. A slightly dazed Whistle followed after him, and Amanda looked up at them eagerly when they entered the waiting room together afterward.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“Pretty good; Wes gave the sample all right. The nurse said they’d call you in a few days,” Shane replied.
“Oh, great. Thank you again, Wes,” she told Whistle. “I’m really grateful.”
“I only wish you to have a little one, Amanda,” he told her simply.
“Yes, I know. You’re such a sweetie; Shane’s so lucky,” she said with an approving glance at the blonde.
“Yes, I am, and I know it. We’ll drop you at home, sis,” Shane said hurriedly, wanting to get home himself so that he and Whistle could have an afternoon of fun and games.
She understood. Her eyes went from Whistle’s slightly flushed face to her brother’s, and a smile flittered over her lips. “That’s fine,” she said as she handed Ray to Shane. “I’m sure that you guys have somewhere to go.”
Shane came in out of the cold with a “Whoof,” as he peeled his coat and gloves off. Whistle and Ray were in the living room together, playing a little game. The baby was already sitting up and crawling, courtesy of the mental lessons he’d been receiving from his ‘mother’. The blonde was doing ‘patty cake,’ with Ray, a game that Shane had taught him. The baby was squealing and giggling. “Hey, guys,” he said. “Getting a bit cold outside. Thought I’d make some cocoa. Do you want some, Whistle?”
The crystalline blue eyes lit up. “Yes, Shane!” he cried, which was the response he’d expected. The being loved cocoa. He nodded and started into the kitchen to heat up some milk in a pan.
The phone rang. The caller i.d. said that it was Amanda. He picked it up. “Hey, sis, what’s up?” he asked.
“Shane. I just called to tell you that the clinic called me, and they say that they can’t use Wes’s sperm,” she said despondently.
“Why not?” Shane asked.
“They say that his sperm aren’t motile enough, and they’re shaped a bit oddly. They think he might have been exposed to radiation or some kind of pollutant, and that it’s deformed his sperm. Is he aware of this? Is he healthy and everything?”
“He’s very healthy, sis,” Shane replied soothingly. “No other problems at all. I’m sorry to hear that, though. Are you just going to use an anonymous donor?”
“Well, I really don’t want to,” she said reluctantly. “But I guess I’ll have to…”
“Maybe not,” Shane replied as an idea formed in his head. “You could use my sperm, sis. I know its good, since I used to donate when I was younger…”
“But Shane, that’s won’t work!” she cried, sounding appalled.
“Sure it will. You simply need to get a donor egg to fertilize. That way, the baby would still have our family genes but it wouldn’t be born with two heads.”
“Oh! I never thought of that,” Amanda replied. “And you don’t mind, Shane?”
“Of course not. Anything for you, sis. And I’ll still sort of be my baby’s dad, won’t I? Or its uncle, anyway. That’s good enough for me.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d love that!” Amanda gushed.
“We’ll go back to the clinic tomorrow,” Shane replied.
Whistle was pleased when Shane explained what he was going to be doing for Amanda, and the being wasn’t surprised about the quality of his semen. Having produced the human body he wore wholesale, it wasn’t a total shock that something as delicate and complex as the reproductive system hadn’t quite come out right. But as long as Amanda got her little one, he was satisfied. And he volunteered to go to the clinic and ‘help’ Shane as his human had helped him last week.
Everything went off without a hitch, and Amanda was implanted with three fertilized donor eggs. None of them took, which depressed her. But Shane told her firmly that they’d keep trying until they did take, since he had the money to pay for the procedures. And to her intense delight, the next batch was successful. Amanda was definitely pregnant, and nesting like crazy.
Shane took Whistle to her house at least twice a week so that the two of them could talk babies and work on decorating her nursery. He himself was indulging in some woodworking, making a cradle and some other furniture for the coming baby. But he also played video games and spent time with Matt, so that his nephew wouldn’t feel left out just because he had a sibling on the way. Ray was starting to walk, staggering around their house on his short, chubby legs. Shane’s house was always full of sunshine, both literally and figuratively. He took intense delight in his lover and his son, the two miracles that God had seen fit to gift him with.
Amanda’s belly swelled slowly. Ultrasounds proved that the fetus was healthy, and eventually revealed that it was a girl. Amanda was ecstatic. She’d always wanted a daughter, for while Matt was a wonderful kid she couldn’t dress him up or do girlie things with him. He just wasn’t interested. While that might be a good thing, since he was becoming interested in girls and was clearly not gay like his uncle, she could indulge her love of frilly things and colors with a daughter.
Matt’s arm finally healed. He was so glad to get rid of the sling that had replaced the cast that he did a war whoop and slung it into the trash dramatically. Since having the broken arm hadn’t put him off his love of dirt bikes, Shane bought him another one to replace the one he’d taken the spill on. But he was only allowed to ride it when his uncle was there to supervise him. This brought the two of them even closer, as Shane would spend part of each weekend with Matt out riding bikes.
Ray now talked fluently and was even more adorable than ever. A cherubic, sunny creature, he toddled around the house after Whistle or Shane like a golden shadow. He loved his Aunt Amanda and his Cousin Matt, and would hold out his arms to them whenever they appeared at the house. Even Matt couldn’t resist hugging the baby, and Ray was a much loved and fussed over creature. Fortunately he wasn’t anymore spoiled than Whistle, and had the same open and innocent curiosity about everything in the world.
Amanda was getting very large, and was close to her due date. She and Matt had moved into Shane’s house for now, so that she wouldn’t be alone with her teenage son (who couldn’t drive yet) when she went into labor. She and Whistle spent time in the kitchen every day, for she was teaching the being to bake. He’d proved surprisingly good at it. Shane and Matt would come in to find heaps of chocolate chip cookies or frosted cakes sitting on the counter cooling. Not that either of them were complaining about this bounty.
One night, Shane was woken out of his sleep by a loud banging on his bedroom door. Whistle stirred sleepily beside him. “Shane, please hurry! My water just broke!” Amanda called desperately through the door. That got them both going in a hurry. Amanda was bundled into the car and driven to the hospital post-haste, where she was given a room and started her labor. Shane held her hand as she pushed, while Whistle positioned himself near the foot of the bed. He was up to something, Shane suspected. And indeed, his sister’s labor was both short and easy. Her daughter was delivered in a squalling, red-faced little bundle after only an hour.
Then it was time for rejoicing. Matt, who’d been in the waiting room watching his cousin while his mother gave birth, was brought it to see her. He grimaced and commented that his baby sister looked like a troll. His weary mother giggled as Whistle took Ray and cuddled the sleepy toddler. “What are you going to call her, sis?” Shane asked curiously from his perch in a chair next to the bed.
“I thought maybe Molly,” she replied, holding her tiny newborn daughter in her arms. “What do you think, Shane?”
“Sounds great,” he replied. “She’s beautiful, Amanda.”
“Yes. I can’t believe she’s finally here,” Amanda cooed, running a finger down the baby’s cheek. She looked up at them – Shane sitting in the chair, and Whistle standing nearby with Ray in his arms. “I’m so blessed,” she said happily. “I only wish that Dave could have been here…” she added sadly. “But I know that wherever he is, he’s watching over us now. And that he’s glad that his family is so happy. Isn’t that right, Shane?”
“Yeah,” he husked. He looked at the baby in his sister’s arms, then at Whistle and Ray standing beside Matt at the end of the bed. “Really happy,” he replied quietly as Whistle smiled that sweet, special smile meant just for him.
The End