My Sister-in-Law
This is a story of how I got my sister-in-law pregnant, not once, but twice.
I'm Mike. My wife Karen and I dated in high school and married young at 23 years of age. As soon as we saw each other, we both knew we would be together for the rest of our lives. It was genuinely love at first site. Karen's younger sister Rachel is also a beautiful person and a stunning looking lady. Rachel is only 15 months younger than Karen. Rachel and I have a strong connection and we flirt harmlessly all the time.
Rachel met her husband David a few years ago and the four of us have become remarkably close going on holidays together and out on the town at least one night each week. Life was good and we were all getting ahead. All four of us had good jobs, and Rachel and David bought a house in the same neighbourhood as ours which meant we could walk to each other's houses. Quite helpful after a dinner party with a few too many wines.
As life progressed the conversation turned to children and when Karen and I were both twenty-eight, we received the awesome news that Karen was pregnant with our first child. We were beyond excited as our life was about to enter a new phase. Karen also told me in confidence that Rachel and David were also trying to for a child.
Nine months later Karen gave birth to the most beautiful girl in the world and our lives felt more complete. Rachel and David on the other hand were not having much luck conceiving.
The months rolled around quickly and when Alice, our little girl was 6 months old, Karen announced she was pregnant again, this time with a little boy we named Harry in her womb. Life was good for us, and we were incredibly happy.
Rachel and David on the other hand, were not so happy. They had wanted their kids to be the same age as ours so they could grow up together. Their doctor evaluated them both and concluded there was no reason they could not conceive and to be patient. Patient they were but they had been trying to get pregnant for 2 years. At times, the doctor said, even perfectly healthy partners struggle to get pregnant.
David was taking it hard. He felt like a failure and started drinking heavily and became depressed. He was on a downward spiral, and we were becoming worried about him. Karen and Rachel asked if I could take him away with some of my friends on a golfing weekend to see if we could cheer him up. That was arranged and to make a decent job of it, we made it a 4-day trip away.
The golf was fun, the group of friends were fun, and David was having a relaxing time. We had lots of laughs and banter. It was just what the doctor ordered for him.
On the last night, David and I were sitting on my balcony watching the sun set. David was reflecting on the best round of golf he had had for many years shooting a two over par seventy-four. It was one of those days when the putts dropped in from everywhere. Eventually, the conversation turned to our children and the fact that David could not seem to get Rachel pregnant. David asked me how long it took Karen and I to conceive. Honestly, I said, it was on the first try for the first and the second one just happened without us planning anything. I was not game enough to tell him then, that Karen was pregnant with our third, which was planned, and that was also on our first try. I felt sorry for David, poured him another beer, and said things will turn out simply fine for you mate, and just to relax and it will happen.