Sansone Sultana has a problem. A problem that stands just a few scant inches over 5 feet and carries his surname. 3 years into a marginally unholy matrimony and his wife is on the warpath for a baby; a baby that he’s all too happy to oblige her with. However, there seems to be a bit of a hiccup in their plans. Mother Nature isn’t feeling particularly forthcoming with the creation of life using–what he considers to be–the perfect blend of their genes. With every failed pregnancy test, Nyssa’s quiet resilience transforms into a frightening determination that quickly makes him feel as though he’s nothing more than a walking reproductive organ in her eyes. When things begin to spiral in their bedroom he decides that a plan of action must be thought out and executed. Said plan has one thick, black bottom line–showing Nyssa that sex simply for pleasure is a still a thing while reminding her that he’s more than capable of delivering.