My girlfriend asked me to be the sperm donor for her best friend because the friend couldn't get pregnant. I agreed to discuss it, but I never imagined that nine months later, I would be fighting my own girlfriend over who had the right to call a little boy his father. My name is Jordan, and I had been dating Melissa for almost four years. We were both 30, and we had started discussing marriage. We didn't have children yet because we wanted to establish ourselves financially before starting a family. Melissa's best friend, Tasha, had been married for six years. She and her husband, Brian, had been trying to have a baby without success. I knew Tasha well. She attended our birthdays, joined us for holidays, and sometimes stayed at our apartment when she and Brian argued. One Sunday afternoon, Melissa came home unusually quiet. She sat beside me and said, "Baby, I need to ask you something, and I need you to promise you won't judge me." I laughed nervously. "What have you done?" She explained that Tasha and Brian had been discussing alternative ways to have a child. Adoption was expensive, and they wanted to explore other options. Then Melissa said something I never expected. "Tasha wants to know if you'll consider being their sperm donor." I stared at her. "Me?" She nodded quickly. "She trusts you. She knows you're healthy, and she doesn't want an anonymous donor. The baby would be raised by her and Brian. You wouldn't have to be involved unless everyone agreed otherwise."