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"In the cycle calendar. Every month a woman has three days of fertile days and a high chance of getting pregnant. So, during that time, I suggest you make the most of your time. Then after that, count 14 days in the future to do periodic tests, until you enter day 2. 50. Don't forget to take vitamins as well as fertility drugs before having intercourse. Sophia nodded. Slowly finally understanding what the doctor explained. "I understand, doc. I will carry out the doctor's recommendations one by one." "Take it slow, Mrs. Sophia. If you're confused, feel free to ask right away. Later, I'll help guide and explain as best I can." Finished doing the examination, before actually walking to the car

"Wanting things I can't have is what breaks me. I learned that a long time ago." I think about his father. About watching him die. About growing up knowing the same condition was killing him. "This is different," I say. "Is it?" "Yes. Because we have a chance. A real chance to change your outcome." "A theoretical chance. Based on experimental science and astronomical odds." "But a chance." Tyler nods slowly. "A chance. That's all we have." He slides another paper across the table. This one has dates circled in red. "Your next fertile window starts in five days," he says. "Dr. Reeves recommends we start trying then. Maximize the probability of conception."

the physician explained, methodically reviewing the laboratory files. "Then why on earth haven't I conceived yet, Doctor? We engage in intimacy almost every single day!" Chloe interjected impatiently. "There are myriad variables, Miss Chloe. Chief among them is an exceptionally elevated level of stress. I strongly advise both of you to decompress, alleviate the psychological pressure, regulate your lifestyle, and strictly adhere to the high-potency fertility supplements I am prescribing." "Decompress? That is a textbook impossibility," Liam muttered under his breath. "What did you just say, Liam?" Chloe questioned, her gaze whipping toward him sharply.

"That's my good girl. Such a perfect, eager little cow. We're going to do this every day until that test comes back positive. And then we're going to keep doing it because neither of us will want to stop." I spread my legs for him again without hesitation, ready for round two, ready for whatever he wants to do to my willing, eager body. I came here looking for fertility treatment. I found my true purpose instead. I found the man who would own me completely, body and soul.

He is. “I didn’t say to be gentle with me. We both know I can handle rough sex. I said kind. I am, after all, your personal surrogate. Kindness goes a long way toward a positive sexual encounter. Less stress on me will mean a fast fertilization. That is what this is all about, correct?” I ask with a smile.

I said. “His body is in distress after taking large doses of sleeping pills over the past few years, possibly any drugs are no longer working in his body. This is what keeps everything we want to try on him on hold.” I frowned, “Then, what should I do?” She played with the pen between her fingers, twirling it skillfully. “Besides using protection, I think you should take the initiative to use birth control pills for a while. Otherwise, Shiloh will get pregnant. The last test showed that his fertility rate was so high during the HEAT period. Mr. Dhurudatta, have you done the marking?”

I was looking forward to training her both for my pleasure and to find her own. Ghere sighed. “That’s not what I meant, but it is actually the other aspect of this picture. The human experts agree that orgasms assist in fertility, both as a stress release and because it encourages the… er… seed towards the egg, as it were.” I snorted. “You can just say it, Ghere.”

“Hopefully the gym training can help with that, as well as increasing your calorie intake. You should eat more protein in your meals.” “Okay…,” I said, pausing before asking my next question. “And… the other thing? You know… the fertility check?” She gave me an odd look and it was probably due to wondering why I was even asking about that at my age; especially since I was planning to become an Alpha, not a Luna. “...I mean, there is nothing physically wrong with you from what I can see,” she said. “Not anything obvious at least.” I frowned and sat upright on the table. Since it had taken a few years in my past life to be labelled as infertile, this wasn’t that much of a surprise to hear ther

Serenity looked at her, wanting her aunt to carry on. Since nothing was private between them girls, Mrs. Stone whispered, “Sometimes, frequent sex can affect your chances of conceiving.” Serenity was lost for words. Having guessed the answer by the look on Serenity’s face, Mrs. Stone said with a smile, “You’re still in your honeymoon period. It’s normal, but you can’t always let Zachary have his way. You need to prioritize your health.” “I will, Aunt Audrey. He’s not the kind who only cares about his own pleasure.”

"There is also something else I want to discuss with you. Regarding your fertility more generally. The testing shows some concerns around cell activity that may have been affecting your ability to conceive." I sat very still. "What kind of concerns," I said. My voice came out flat. She explained. Clinical language. Careful and precise. Something about inactive cells. About reduced viability. About what it could mean going forward if I wanted to have children. I heard the words. I understood the words. But they landed somewhere distant. Like they were happening to a version of me that was sitting slightly outside my body watching. "I would strongly recommend a follow-up consultation," she was