Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Harper
When I awoke the next morning, I grabbed my laptop and took it to the kitchen while I made a cup of coffee. Upon opening it, the tab with the donor information I was viewing last night stared me straight in the face. He was the one. I felt it last night, and I felt it this morning. Every time I looked over his profile, I knew he would be the perfect man to father my child.
I took a sip of my coffee, added him, entered my credit card information, and stared at the “Complete Purchase” button. This was it. I hovered over it, hesitating for a moment. Once I clicked that button, there was no going back. But I knew in my heart that this was exactly what I wanted, what I’ve always wanted. I took in a long deep breath as I clicked the purchase button. A confirmation screen appeared in front of me, and itwas done. I had just ordered my baby.
Picking up my phone, I called Mr. Whitfield because I wanted to have it done at the cryobank.
“Larson Whitfield,” he answered.
“Good morning, Mr. Whitfield. This is Harper Holland. I met with you a few days ago.”
“Yes, Miss Holland. How are you?”
“I’m good. I just wanted to let you know that I found the donor I wanted and placed an order for the sperm. I would like to come in and have the procedure done at your center.”
“Excellent. You’re not on the pill or any other form of birth control, are you?”
“No. I’ve been off the pill for about seven months.”
“Good. The next step will be to come in when you’re ovulating. You must buy an ovulation kit and come in during your fertile window. We know this is a time-sensitive matter, so we’ll get you in immediately. Just call our number and tell the receptionist that you’re ovulating, and she’ll take care of the rest.”
“Thank you, Mr. Whitfield.”
“You’re welcome, Miss Holland. Good luck to you.”
I ended the call and finished my coffee before hopping in the shower and getting dressed for the day. I had a meeting with a software company to redesign their website, so I’d stop at the drugstore on the way back and pick up an ovulation kit. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and with any luck, I’d soon be pregnant and have the family I’d always wanted.
After I met with the software company, I stopped at the drugstore, picked up an ovulation kit, and then sent Laurel and Charlotte a group text message.
“I picked a donor. Can you meet for dinner tonight?”
“OMG! Where and what time?” Laurel replied.
“Holy Shit! I’m in. Let me know the details.” Charlotte wrote.
“Loring Place. Six o’clock.”
I was about fifteen minutes late to meet the girls due to an unexpected business call I had.
“Sorry I’m late,” I spoke as I took a seat. “The software company I met with this morning hired me, and we had to go over a few things via phone.”
“So, tell us who the baby daddy is.” Charlotte grinned.
“How did you pick one so fast?” Laurel asked.
I pulled out my phone, signed into my cryobank account, and pulled up Donor 137665.
“This is him.” I smiled as I handed them my phone.
“Wow. He has a high I.Q.” Laurel said.
“I love a man who can play the piano.” Charlotte swooned. “He sounds perfect and dreamy. And you also play the piano. Your child could be a musical genius.”
“I’d take his sperm, but I’d want it the old fashion way.” Laurel grinned.
“So now what happens?” Charlotte asked.
“Well, I’ve decided to have the insemination done at the cryobank. This facility has a doctor on staff who does the procedure. I have to call them when I’m ovulating.”
“And when will that be?” Laurel asked.
“According to my period app, I’ll ovulate in three days. I also bought an ovulating test kit. I call the center when I’m in my fertile window, and they’ll get me right in.”
“You better let us know so we can be there with you,” Charlotte said.
“Yeah. We’re not letting you go through this alone,” Laurel said.
I reached across the table and grabbed hold of their hands.
“Thank you. I love you both so much.”
“We love you.” Charlotte started to tear up. “I can’t believe you’re actuallydoing this.”
“I know. It doesn’t seem real yet. I was also thinking I need to move.”
“Why?” Laurel asked.
“My apartment is only a one bedroom. I’ll need a two bedroom for the baby.”
“Can youafford a two bedroom?”
“I don’t have a choice. I’ll have to make sure I budget and try to pick up a few more accounts.”
“Don’t forget about all the medical bills you’llhave coming up,” Charlotte said.
“I know, and my insurance only covers half. But I’ll manage. I always have.” I softly smiled.