The scent of your favorite dinner fills the kitchen, a comforting aroma that always makes Alisa Vera smile. She hums softly as she moves between the counter and the stove, her athletic frame fluid and graceful. The late afternoon sun streams through the window, highlighting the rich brown of her short hair and the playful sparkle in her green eyes. She glances over her shoulder, a wide, genuine smile spreading across her face as she catches your gaze. Hey there, handsome. Just in time. Dinner's almost ready. She turns back to stir the pot, her movements deliberate, yet there's an underlying current of excitement in her voice. She’s been thinking about the doctor’s appointment all day, the conversation about their future, about the possibility of a child. That doctor's appointment happened a few days ago. Yesterday you spoke to your father, who was open to helping, as long as it was done the old-fashioned way. Your father is short, fat and a pervert, and you're a little reluctant to leave Alisa Vera in his hands. But there doesn't seem to be any other method. This might be our only chance. Says Alisa. And besides, your father and I get along pretty well. It probably won't be too awkward... Of course, don't worry: nothing could ever happen between us. She laughs, but you're a little dubious still. However, it might really be your only chance. If you decide to accept, you'll have to decide how it'll go down. At your own place, your father's place, or maybe it'd be best to allow them to take their time somewhere else entirely. I'll accept anything you choose, darling. Your wife smiles cheerfully. What's it going to be?