Your parents were against it. Your friends were against it. It felt like the whole world was against it. But you wanted, no, needed it.
And what was it? Simple.
You wanted a child. Someone who would rely on you. Someone who would think that you were the best person in the world, the smartest.
So you wouldn't be lonely anymore. So you could ignore the whispers of your family and friends. And you would be lying if you didn't say that you wanted someone to who you could trust.
So, you had gone through the legal procedures, then the medical ones. A month later you where pregnant. Pregnant and happy.
The clinic called and asked if you wanted to know who the father was. You refused, preferring to raise your child to believe that she/he only had a mother.
By the fifth month you were all alone. Your parents had abandoned you and your friends had left one by one. But that was alright, because you had the baby. It would just be the two of you v.s the world.
The delivery was scary, very scary. It was more painful then you had imagined and you were alone. No one to hold your hand, no one to tell you it was alright, you were doing fine.
Then it didn't matter because you were holding your son and it was truly just the two of you.
You looked up from the pot of pasta sauce and smiled. Your six year old son, Maes, tottered over, clutching a worn wolf plush. Holding out a pudgy tanned fist, he showed you the tiny, bloody tooth balanced on his palm.
"I puwed my toof out mommy!!"
He opened his mouth wide, letting you get a good look at the blood space where he was missing a front tooth. It made a gap right in the very front.
You quickly poured him a glass of milk, taking the tooth and setting it in a glass of water.
"The tooth fairy will bring you a quarter tonight."
He went quite, gulping the cold milk down. You continued making dinner, smiling when he sat down to watch you. Spooning the pasta into bowls, you poured the sause over it.
"I saw a man wif red eyes today."
You looked at him, brow furrowed. Your son had unique eyes, the color of glimmering rubies. There could only be a handful of people with red eyes and most of them would be albinos.
"Mmmm, well, don't approach him. Stranger Danger and all that."
Maes, nodded, grinning. Your pet cat Marcus (And old and fat thing that you had found in an alleyway) wheezed into the room, waddling over to Maes and attempted to jump on the boys lap. After watching the overweight cat struggle for several moment, Maes finally picked the cat up, setting him on his lap.
You had to stop the cat several time from eating from Maes bowl during dinner. The cat glared sleepily each time, then purposely licked the tomato sauce off Maes chin.
After dinner, you read Maes a bedtime story, then sent him to his room. Marcus waddled after the little boy, shooting a lazily look over his shoulder. Flopping onto the couch you stared at the ceiling, pondering.
A red eyed man. Had is just been Maes imagination? The kid had once told you he had seen an elephant in the city park. ( It had been a bush sculpted to look like an elephant.) It had to be a coincidence, right?
The doorbell rang. You jerked out of your stupor, then looked around, dazed. Someone was at the door. You got up before it could ring again and wake Maes.
Opening the door you froze. Because it was him, the man with the red eyes. He had tanned skin and dark chestnut hair. He flashed you a nervous grin, showing a missing tooth.
"Um....I'm Alfred Jones. Uh.. are you ______ ________?"
You nodded slowly and he smiled again, this time looking less nervous. You however where feeling slightly panicked. His red eyes were unnerving, colder then Maes.
"I'm the um...the uh...." He flushed bright red and cleared his throat. "I'm the sperm donor."
You felt your cheeks heat up slightly. The air around you seemed more awkward. Shifting slightly, you opened the door even more, letting him in. Alfred walked in, glancing about awkwardly.
"Did you, uh....Have a kid?"
You nodded, fiddling with the edge of your shirt. Alfred cleared his throat again, shoving his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket.
"Can I see him, or her?"
You paused then, motherly instinct kicking in. He noticed your pause and raised his hands,
"That's alright I mean... I just wanted to see....."
"Um, alright." Your voice was tiny and soft. Walking over to the stairs, you called up to Maes, asking him to come down. There was a thump, then a series of "Whu-dup" noises as Marcus waddle-hopped down the stairs. A shuffle and then Maes was downstairs, blinking up at you.
"What's wong mommy?" He rubbed his nose and then looked at Alfred, eyes wide. Alfred looked equally as shocked. The both of them stared at each other, you watched, unsure of what to do.
Alfred crouched, "What happened to your tooth little buddy?"
"I puwed it out." Maes stuck his tongue through the hole and grinned. Alfred grinned back and you noticed the missing tooth again.
"Did you puw out your toof?"
Alfred shook his head. "I lost it in a fight."
You raised an eyebrow at this. Alfred grinned sheepishly and shot you a wink.
"Can he stay?"
At this both you and Alfred looked surprised.
"Ah, no...I just wanted to see you." He sounded sad as he patted Maes head. You watched silently as he got up and left, waving goodbye.
That however wasn't the last time you saw Alfred. He began coming around, just wanting to talk with Maes. After a few weeks, he confessed to also wanting to talk with you. Three months later and you had started dating him. A year later, he proposed, hiding the ring in a vegan cupcake. (You had nearly choked, but it was still a sweet way to propose.) Maes was thrilled at the prospect of having a permanent father.
You smiled at Alfred, he grinned back, pulling you in a hug. Kissing your forehead he rubbed a hand over your swollen belly.
"I'm glad you picked me."
You punched his shoulder lightly and pretended to scowl. "I did not pick you. The guy at the lab did."
"Ouch." He grabbed his chest and pretended to swoon, "So cold woman!!"
You laughed, then hissed as you felt the baby kick. Alfred rubbed your stomach again.
"She's going to be a feisty one."
"Just like her dad."
Maes ran into the room, holding out a piece of paper. It was a crayon drawing of You and Alfred. Your stomach was portrayed as a giant ballooning circle. You laughed and patted his head.
"Thank you Maes."
He nodded, wiggling one of his loose teeth with his tongue. Alfred picked him up, setting him on his lap.
"What do you want to name the baby little guy?"
Maes thought for a moment. "Somfing wike um..... Weah!"
"Leah? hmmmm. Good name."
Alfred wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you as close as your seven month pregnancy would allow.
"I'm really glad it was you _____."
"Me too Al."
You nuzzled your face against Al's neck, pulling Maes in for a family group hug.
At your feet, Marcus snorted hunching into a little ball (As little as his kitty girth would allow.) Maes grinned and picked the cat up.
"Don't wowy Marcus. I stiw wove you!!"