a look into the wishing well part 4

"Well. I think there is something we can try." The doctor quietly said as if he was speaking to himself.

He had the test results in front of him and he studied them and he looked at my husband and then me. 

" you cannot let those beautiful genes go to waste my son.." He laughed as he stood up and stroked my hair like his own daughter. 

He was an old man but a highly respected doctor. 

People came to him because when he needed to be he could be familiar, less stuff or professional. 

'Can I speak privately to your husband my dear? It will only be for a minute or two?"

"Certainly doctor. I will wait outside,' I replied.

When I had stepped out. The doctors face grew stern. George ( my husband) did not seem the least bit concerned but something said he expected what was to come next.

" Does she know why you can't have kids? "

George flashed back " it's in the past, she does not need to know anyhow. Besides you said something can be done. You are the urologist so what's this about harvesting immature sperm cells and letting then develop in vitro before implantation into my wife?"

"Why did you delay treatment? You would not be having these problems now? The old man spoke...' I know you don't want to talk about it and just to be sure you are not living that way anymore? You are rich so it is perfectly possible?"

"Yes it is. And no I am not. I was young and foolish. Maybe reckless. It's the only thing that used to make sense for me...I just chose the wrong one and I paid heavily. I did not want my family to know. I already had another issue brewing."

George thought for a moment. In his early twenties the number of girls he had been with. Those days, having a fancy car and fancy clothes did not require you to make any effort when it came to finding a quick thrill. 

In his immediate circle of friends he had slept with all the girls he knew, even trying his friends girlfriends. George remembered he cared very little how they looked. He enjoyed the thrill of dark alley ways and pulling panties to the side. It was his drug of choice - the sex. 

At 18 he made a girl pregnant and his family paid of this girl's family to disappear. It caused great tension in George's family especially since the girl was from a lower class and poor upbringing. George's father had said let us raise the child and let the girl continue her life. 

The girl's family refused and they had the support of George's mother.

'How can you separate a mother from he child?' She had asked. 

So it was agreed. Move out of town, we buy you land and a house and give money each year until the child is 18. Trouble us no more. 

His opinion was never asked and this angered George. Why? It was my child also. 

This anger pushed George to further sleep with more and more girls, throwing all caution to the wind. 

Until one made him sick. The burning sensation when he urinated. The limping and the redness around the genitals. 

He thought it would pass and he persisted in not seeing the dofaster.Once when he tried to pee he screamed so loud and startled his mother. She asked what was wrong. George had said he pulled a muscle and would see the doctor. 

He was prescribed a course of antibiotics for three weeks to try clear the infection. His doctor berated him...are you crazy... This would have done you a great deal of harm. Now it appears it had led to his infertility.

"So doctor. This is between you and me. No one is to know." 

"Yes doctor patient confidentiality. I swore an oath so no one needs to know."

"Second thing, if the first procedure does not work, we must speak to your brother and ask him to donate some semen, which we will mix with what we harvested from you. More than likely, you wife will carry your brother's child but that is OK. Biology yes but in all other senses it is your child."

George left the doctor's office and joined Olive. Well it would be a few interesting months. George did not particularly like any of his brothers. 

Forget it. He was not even going to bother with biological similarities, I will get my friend to donate. I cannot think of a better man than my best friend to be a sperm donor. 

My brothers are fools- the lot of them, why should I give them that honour? Soon they will want to take Olive from me too. 

He was getting angrier as he thought these things through..

"What's wrong Darling?" Asked Olive

"Nothing dear. Some business transaction I didn't complete is bothering me.." He covered with this line. 

Olive at 33 just seemed to look better and better. The wife of a wealthy man - she looked the part. Weekly manicures, facials and pedicures. The ate well, used the gym and swam every morning. 

Lately, one of the fashion magazines had requested her to model some of their clothing lines for women over thirty and it had turned out to be a big success. 

Soon more advertising and fashion work was coming. Her phone didn't stop ringing. 

It was going well. George now thought of running for political office.

Olive said it was not a good idea. She did not want to be a politicians wife. She knew the pressure and the scrutiny..

Meanwhile in Paris, life had become rather sad for Pierre. 

After the break from Olive, he had taken to the bottle. He drank way too much and looked after himself little. He lost some of his good looks and age that bit faster.

He had several girlfriends but none that he ever wanted to settle down with. He had improved as a painter to the point were he could make a living from his painting. 

The crown of all his paintings was of Olive - he had painted it from a picture he had taken of her. So many offers of vast sums of money for that painting but it was never for sale....

To be continued