Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(39)

“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. You’re making me crazy,” Clinton shouted, newspaper in hand, running around after Hunter like they were playing chase.

“Calm down, Dad. You don’t want the whole department to know you’re fighting with the future heir,” Hunter said when his father stopped to rest on the armchair, out of breath. Hunter came to comfort his father, patting him on the back to help him with his breathing.

“Future heir? Hunter! What am I going to do with you?” Clinton said once he recovered, swatting his son’s arm as a consequence for defying him yet again. “That one simple task and you couldn’t even do it for me.”

“What do you want me to do, Dad? She was practically a mannequin. She didn’t even speak to me for fifteen minutes. The only time she said anything was when the waitress came to order our meals.”

“She’s shy,” Clinton explained.

“Shy my ass.” Hunter snarled.

“Don’t you speak with that tone, young man!” His father rang his ear.

“Ahh, Dad, I’m sorry,” he yelled until his father let his ear go. “But why are you so persistent in matching me up with some random girl anyway? You know I don’t like it.”