I started panicking because you know, teen pregnancy, but she rather suspiciously assured me that she would take care of everything and that it was all ok. I was still panicked but she didn't get pregnant.
I won't lie. My ED wasn't magically cured. Sometimes we could have sex, other times my dick just failed.
But shortly after losing our hetero virginities together, she asked me, rather nervously, while at the park one day alone...
"Do you want children?"
"Elisa are you pregnant?"
She shook her head. "I don't mean now, I mean in the future."
I shrugged. I admitted that I would love to have children with her and get married in the future.
I immediately knew my answer was a fuck up when she looked away.
"I have to go," she said, choking on tears. I grabbed her and hugged her and begged her to tell me what was wrong.
Finally she pushed away from me, sobbing, and exclaimed "I'm not a real woman!"
Confused, I asked/demanded her to explain. And she did.
She told me through sobs that she was told by a doctor recently that she had a problem in her ovaries and she would never be able to have children. Now, as an adult, I understand adoption is a thing and I personally think adopting a kid is just as, if not more precious than birthing one, but back then, I never even thought of it. I knew Adoption was a thing but the idea didn't pop into my head.
I wrestled with the dilemma for roughly 10 seconds. Then I told her my choice.
"If I have to choose between having children and being with the person I love most in this world, I choose you. And I always will."
She was so happy and relieved to hear it, however I had to reassure her many times that I would never leave to be with a woman who could bear children.
In fact, knowing that she couldn't get pregnant did wonders for our sex life. Without having to worry about condoms, a lot of my ED anxiety wore off. It was still a rare occasion for us to be able to have sex, but when we did, wow.