Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(37)

“Do you need to be somewhere else? You look like you’re in a hurry,” Clarice asked, quite concerned when Darcy started acting so strange. It didn’t make sense. They got along just fine a few minutes ago. What changed?

“Sorry, I have this rule. I don’t date any woman older than me.” Darcy said while placing his wallet back in his pocket.

“What?” Clarice burst out, jumping from her chair, shocked that he would say something like that.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this. I should have ticked the age range group in the survey. I wasn’t aware the system would pair me up with you. Look, I’m sorry. But I can’t date you. I have to go now,” Darcy said, and then he left, just like that.

One minute he was here and the next gone.

Poor Clarice sat back down in the chair while everyone eyed her. And here she had felt sorry for that girl that Casanova had left behind not half an hour ago, when she herself was now in the same boat.

Argh, all men are the same. Clarice wanted to scream. First that Hunter guy and now Darcy. Jerks and Casanovas. I wish I would never see them again.

And then she saw her driver’s license. So that was the cause of all the commotion. Her driver’s license again. Oh, how pathetic can life get? Clarice finished her meal, gloomily staring at her ID.

Thirty, still single, and she’d just gotten ditched on her first date.





CHAPTER 9





Clarice woke one week later with an ultimatum for herself. She was going to have a baby. Forget about love. She had all the love she needed right here. What she wanted was a family, and what better way than to have a baby?

Being a single mother was perfect. She could give all her love to the baby. She had enough to spare and enough laughter to share around the world. She didn’t need a man. What with every single man around her acting like jerks and Casanovas, she hadn’t time for the emotional rollercoaster of love and heartbreak. And thank the Lord, because when that glasses guy Darcy, or Rarcy, or whatever ditched her, there was no heartache. Yes, it was better to have no feelings involved at all, just a clean and sterile transaction, like her dental instruments.

But where to find this sperm that wouldn’t involve relationships and heartache? Then the proverbial light bulb flashed above her head, and she scrambled off her bed in her pink pajamas and went straight towards the phone.

A few minutes later, Clarice had an appointment for a consultation at the fertility clinic.

“Yes, thank you. I’ll pop in at lunchtime. Thanks,” she said before placing the receiver down.

At last, her first goal had been decided. By the end of this year, she was going to get herself pregnant by way of artificial insemination.





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Fluffy blue coats or fluffy pink coats? Blue socks or pink socks? To scan or not to scan? Which room should she put the cot in? How long should she breastfeed? What color should the blanket be? What name should she give her baby? Dorian? No, too Casanova-like, like that Dorian Grey from that movie. Dori? No, too much like Nemo. Sally? No, too simple. Cassandra? Hmmm, sounds nice.

“Clarice?” A voice poked through her thoughts.

“Yes.” Clarice jerked up her head, realizing she had just walked into the dental surgery.

“Clarice,” Gracey said, shaking her head at her little boss who was once again daydreaming about who knows what. “Wake up from your daydreaming, dear. We have a new representative from the Silverton Hotel asking to speak with you about the upcoming hygiene conference being held in Queenstown this year.”