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He and Izzy had always wanted a big family, and had each come from one. Paul is a Larson, and was part of a large family of blond headed Swedes, and Izzy, Isabel, obviously Italian with a last name like Esposito, came from a large, traditional Italian family with 2 older brothers, an older sister, and a younger brother, coincidentally also named Paul. Except that since he is Italian it was always Pauley for him.
Well, anyway, a year or so after the birth of their second son, Ryan (Paul Jr. was their first), Paul Sr., Izzy's husband, had gotten very ill, running a high fever for several days, and had almost died from a severe infection. He had recovered, but to their dismay had wound up sterile due to the fever.
Recovering from their disappointment, they had discussed a number of options, including adoption and artificial insemination, still determined to have more kids. It had been Paul that had suggested to Izzy that she ask me to father their child.
He knew about us by then of course, and had for several years, but somehow Izzy had made him understand that her relationship with me, although very much sexual, was something different as well and was not a threat to their family, and was something that neither she nor I had the ability to walk away from. We knew, we had tried many times, but I'll go into that more later, perhaps.
He had reconciled himself to the fact that two weekends each year, occasionally three, his wife would be with me and we would continue an incredible friendship (with benefits) which had started at birth for me and at 4 days of age for Izzy, because she was born 4 days before me in the house next door. I should speak more about that later as well.
But when they had decided to ask me to father their child, I was completely blown away. They had been in Denver, visiting family, when Izzy had called me. "Hi Adam, it's me"
"Oh, hi Izz, what are you up to?"
"Well, Paul and I wondered if we could buy you dinner tonight."
I had known they were in town, but with Paul and the 2 boys along, I had not expected to see her. Having dinner with her and Paul, well, that was an extremely odd request.
"Um, oh, I don't know Izz, that would be awkward at best, wouldn't it?"
"No Adam, it's important. Please meet us."
I could hear in her voice that this mattered to her. Remember, I've known her since birth, we can read each other's most subtle nuance. I agreed to meet them, and the dinner was nice, but quiet. Afterward, when we retired to a quiet corner of the bar, they told me what they had in mind.
I was very honored to be asked, but shocked, and more than a little hesitant. "Oh, I don't know guys. This seems a little too close to me. Aren't you afraid it could get very uncomfortable?"
That as when Paul took over. "No Adam, you're perfect for this. You're tall, smart, and healthy, we even look a little alike." (I had never thought about that, but it was true. I wonder what that says about Izzy's choice for a husband.) "We wouldn't be going in blind like we would with an anonymous donor. And you would have no obligation Adam, I will be the father if this works out."
Izzy took my hand and stared into my eyes. "Please Adam? This is just right in so many ways."
I could never say no to Izzy. "Well, if you guys are sure. I guess I can go and fill a jar somewhere for you. When are we going to do this?"
Paul just looked at me for a moment. "No Adam, we're all adults here, and we are trying to create a life. That should happen in warmth and love and gentleness and peace, not in the sterile glare of a lab somewhere with steel and plastic tools. I already know that you make love to my wife, this time I'm asking you to do it for us."
Izzy had squeezed my hand. "I'm fertile now Adam, tonight."
And so I had taken his wife to my home, this being after Lisa but before Kristi, and had made slow gentle love to her, a couple of times, and held her in my arms, and we had made Cody that night. And now the little 4 year old maniac was giving them both gray hair with his antics. And he had two great brothers and couldn't have had a better father than Paul, or a better mother than Izzy; he's a very lucky child. But that's that story.
And then Izzy was on the phone, and I poured out my heart to her knowing she was the one person in all the world that would listen and not judge me, that had always loved me unconditionally, and I her. My one best lifetime friend.
