Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(52)

“There are other clinics, you know,” Whitney suggested.

“I know, but my mind is set on this one,” Clarice spoke.

“Okay, how to go about it, then?” Elise asked.

“Go about what?” Max butted in when he returned with his apple juice.

“About capturing the perfect sperm for Clarice,” Elise explained.

“Why are we on to capturing sperm now? What did I miss?” Max asked.

“Nothing much,” Whitney explained. “Just that. To find a way to capture that sperm so Clarice can fall pregnant before the end of the year.”

“Oh, that.” Max laughed as if he were possessed by some unknown spirit. His eyes shot up and he stared at the three older women, suddenly serious. “Easy,” he said, “just pounce on him.”

“What?” Clarice was flabbergasted at her cousin’s suggestion. “Max, I’m not a lion stalking my prey.”

“What I mean is seduce him,” Max clarified.

“Seduce him? Like how?” Clarice asked in confusion.

“You know, so that one plus one equals one.” Max wiggled his eyebrows.

“No, one plus one equals two,” Whitney and Clarice both said at the same time.

“God, why are you two so na?ve? You’re both mature women, but you don’t even know what one plus one is.”

“Max, I know my mathematics. One plus one equals two,” Clarice told her younger cousin.

“Mmm. I was good at maths,” Whitney said, nodding. “Even I can work it out.”

Elise began giggling on the sideline. “You guys, what Max said has nothing to do with mathematics. He means for you to sleep with Anton so you can have the sperm to make you pregnant.”

“What?” Clarice’s face bloomed pink.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about that avenue?” Elise asked with a quirk of her eyebrow.

“Of course not. I was just planning to ask him formally,” Clarice said.

“You could and see what he says,” Whitney added, because even she herself couldn’t even imagine Clarice sleeping with anyone. Love was a deal-breaking factor in that department.

“Obviously, he would say no, cuz.” Max provided his opinion. “Who in their right mind would donate sperm to a woman just because she asked for it? Unless you sleep with them, of course. And how is he supposed to deliver the live sperm to you anyway, if, hypothetically speaking, he agrees on your terms and conditions? Like when he gets his thing up and hard, then…” Argh, how could he explain this analogy to his cousin? Then he finally said, “You know that thing, and then he puts it in a petri dish for you.”

“Thing? What thing?” Clarice asked, looking even more confused.

Max sighed. “You know… his little brother, ding-dong, willie?”

“Urrgh, Max, that’s gross terminology.” Clarice winced in disgust.

“What am I supposed to say? Co—”

“Don’t even say it. I’ll make you wash your mouth out when you get home,” Clarice warned.

“Enough about the terminology, then. What I’m trying to say is the best way is just to sleep with him. Get it once and then it’s done. Just make sure he doesn’t wear a condom, that’s all.”

“Max, I’m going to smack your head in a minute. Stop suggesting such foul ideas.” Clarice’s cheeks burned even brighter.

“You don’t have to be shy, cuz. I know you’ve never done it before.”