Baby Be Mine (Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1) by Wanitta Praks Page A

her
again. “Dear, where has your head gone? It feels like we’re talking
around the table here. Get back to Earth, dear.”
    “Yes, Gracey. I’m sorry for being away with
the fairies.”
    “Well, I blocked you out for the afternoon
so you could suss out all the details involving the conference.
Happy?”
    “Yes, happy, Gracey. Thank you,” she said,
then walked into her surgery room with the patient’s files in her
hand while her head was once again swimming with her baby
thoughts.
    The afternoon rolled around faster than
Clarice could say cheese, and by one p.m. straight on the dot, she
was at the entrance to the fertility clinic.
    Nervous and palms sweating, she held on to
the doorknob and drew forward. No backing down now, Clarice, she told herself. You are ready to become a mother. You are
ready for this.
    “What?” That was her first reaction when the
consultant came back to her. “You mean to say I can’t even see the
man that donates the sperm?” she asked when the consultant outlined
their guidelines.
    “Yes.”
    “Why not? How do I know he looks nice if I
can’t see his face?”
    “I’m sorry. It’s part of our policy here. We
value our donors’ privacy, so to show their pictures to potential
clients would pose a risk to their lives.”
    “I don’t understand how seeing the man would
make me go out and kill him.”
    “Well, let’s just say if you don’t like the
look of your baby, you might feel differently.”
    “I wouldn’t do that. Isn’t that why I asked
to see his face first? If he’s handsome, then surely my child would
be handsome too.”
    “That’s not generally the case with
babies.”
    “Ah, this is so frustrating. This is so not
happening.” Clarice wanted to scream. Here she was thinking that
everything was going the way she had planned, but now this. Was God
trying to stop her from having a family? She tried reasoning with
the consultant one more time. “If I can’t even see his picture, how
am I supposed to decide whether he would be the right one for me?
After all, I am bearing his child. What if you lie to me that he’s
intelligent, gentle, and sensible, then I ended up getting the
wrong sperm from someone else? How do I make sure that doesn’t
happen?”
    “We always make sure it does not happen
again.”
    “Again? Are you saying it happened
once?”
    “Yes, just once.”
    “This is crazy. I’m going crazy.” Clarice
felt like tearing her hair out of her head.
    “Miss, please calm down. Why are you so
flustered?”
    “Why am I not out of my chair, screaming
right now would be a better question. Have you any idea how old I
am? Thirty. I’ve never had a baby before, and I am scared if I wait
any longer, I won’t be able to conceive at all. And right now I
want a baby. One good, healthy, and beautiful baby that has all the
traits I’ve listed on that piece of paper there. Smart,
intelligent, kind, etc. And now you tell me I can’t even see the
person who will donate the sperm. I want a baby. I want a family. I
want a companion when I grow old.” There, she lashed out everything
that was bearing on her chest.
    “You could always get a dog,” the consultant
suggested nervously.
    “I don’t want a dog. I’m scared of
dogs.”
    “How about a cat?”
    “I’m allergic.”
    “A goldfish, then. They live in the water,
have no fur, and aren’t as scary as a dog.”
    “No, no goldfish, no cats, and no dogs. I
want a baby .”
    “Perhaps you need a sedative to help you
relax?”
    “I am not mad and screaming at the top of my
lungs!” Clarice went mad and screamed at the top of her lungs. “I
am merely frustrated with my life right now. So you don’t need to
give me any sedatives. I’m leaving.”
    After a good long, aimless walk around the
area, munching on chocolate chips, Clarice calmed down a bit. Her
mind was still bogged deep in thought when she heard the blast of a
horn jolting her awake.
     
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    “Why you no-good bastard of a son.