Opening the refrigerator, I grab the egg carton, and a stick of butter. Placing them on the counter as well, I bend down and open the cabinet in front of me. "Ah," I say as I dig through the pans and find a cupcake pan and mixer. Setting the pan down on the counter, I put the mixer together and plug it up.

Cracking the eggs, I put them in the glass bowl and throw the egg shells away in the garbage can that was placed in front of the window. Going back to the ingredients, I put each portion in the bowl without using a measuring cup. Once you have baked for so long, you remember measurements just as easily as you can say the ABC's.

Reaching for the next ingredient, I realize that I never had it. Looking at all of the ingredients in front of me, I remember pulling each one out before I started. "Oh no," I say as I open the cabinets and start to search for the missing ingredient.

"Irina," I hear Amelia call out as I hear the front door opening. "Irina where are you?"

Instead of answering her, I continue to look for the item. Hearing her footsteps come closer, my heart starts to break as the missing ingredient has not been found. "Irina?" Amelia says once in the kitchen. Turning around, I look at her and start to cry.

"Irina what's wrong?" she says rushing to me as her long red hair and black short dress bounces in the air at her speed.

"You don't have any oil," I cry.

Amelia burst into laughter. "Are you seriously crying because I don't have any oil?"

"Yes," I sniffle. "I wanted to bake some cupcakes, and I had everything except oil," I sob. Amelia looks at me and frowns. She takes me in her arms and hugs me.

"Your cycle must be coming on," she frowns. Thomas is on his way soon, so how about I tell him to go get some oil and finish your little project when he gets here. How does that sound?"

"Okay," I say wiping my eyes.

"In the mean time, lets go grab a bite to eat. How does Zuma sound?"

A smile comes to my face. "Zuma sounds good. And when we get there," I say hesitating. "I will tell you what Jason did to me."

Amelia stops as a smile comes to her lips. "Really? Your ready to tell me?"

"Yes. Now lets go before I have some random break down again," I say looping my hand trough her arm and dragging her to the door.

*****

"That asshole!" Amelia shouts slamming her fork down on the table as I finish telling her what happened that night with Jason.

"Shhh," I say shushing her as I smile at everyone who is looking at us crazy. "Your going to get us kicked out of here," I hiss turning back to Amelia.

"We already finished eating so they can," Amelia says grabbing her wine glass and drinking from it. "I am so, so sorry. I wish I could've been there to help you. I never wanted you to run into him again."

I smile. "It's okay. This might be a big city, but I was sure I was going to end up seeing him sooner or later. It's not like you knew. But at least Ezra was there," I admit.

"Yes. I have to meet this mystery hunk," she says brining her smile back with a wiggled eyebrow.

"Why?"

"So I can thank him of course and give him your number."

"Now why would you do something as childish as that?" I laugh.

"So you can get your groove on Irina. I don't see how you don't miss sex!"

"Probably because I never had it," I frown.

"You need to! It's time you lose that v card," Amelia says taking another sip of her wine.

"Umm, shouldn't you be encouraging me not to lose my virginity?"

"Honey, you're a twenty-four year old virgin. I'm sure God himself approves."

Bursting into laughter I shake my head. "Okay, no more wine for you. Did Thomas tell you about the fire?" I ask wanting to make sure she is okay.

"Not really. He mainly said he had a big fire and bye. That boy is lucky I can see him. He knows him being a firefighter frightens me," she says drinking from her wine glass again.

My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. "What do you mean he's lucky you can see him?"

Amelia stops drinking her wine as she starts to choke a bit. "Um, FaceTime. You know I can FaceTime him and check on him," she quickly says.

"Yeah," I say dragging the word out. "Are you su-," I start to say as I feel my eyes close and drown in the world of darkness as I hear Amelia calling my name once my body collides with the floor.

*****

Smelling something that is loud and has the scent of vinegar, I open my eyes to be greeted by multiple eyes looking at me.

"Amelia?" I asks trying to sit up as I groan.

"Woah, just lay down," she says. I look up to see her over me. My head sitting in her lap.

"What's going on?" I say trying to remember what happen.

"You blacked out," she says with a worried look on her face.

"I did? Can I sit up? This floor isn't comfortable."

"Of course you can," she says as she eases my head up, moves from under me, and comes to my side to help me up.

"Shouldn't we keep her on the floor?" says a guy in black slacks and a white business suit.

"You heard the girl. She said your hard ass floor is bothering her," Amelia snaps.

"Well she needs a doctor," he says.

"I'm fine," I tell him still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I just had a blackout.

"But I thin-," he starts to say but Amelia cuts him off.

"My best friend said she is fine. Do you know what that means? It means back the hell up before I kick your ass. Okay?" she smiles.

The mans eyes widen as he rushes off. I look at Amelia and frown. "Was that necessary?"

"What? You should've heard that man bothering me while you were passed out. He kept asking me did the food do something to you. I told him no but he wouldn't shut up. I know he's the owner of this place and doesn't want a bad name but damn."

I laugh a bit until I feel the urge to pee. "Let's go to the bathroom," I says getting up.

Not waiting to see if she is following me, I walk through the beautiful, elegant resultant and quicken my pace. Pushing the smooth wooden door with the sign that stands for female, I hurry inside.

"Wait," Amelia says catching the door and hurrying inside herself.

"What?" I says closing my legs together and doing my pee pee dance.

"Here," she says handing me a long pink box. "It's a first response. I want you to use it."

I look at her in confusion. "But I'm not pregnant. It's almost two weeks and I haven't felt a thing."

"You have never fallen out before. Just try it," she frowns. Nodding my head, I push a stall door open and get in. Turning around, I lock it and hike up my nude high low dress and pull down my batman boy shorts.

Ripping the box apart, I quickly scan through the directions as I feel like my stomach is about to burst.

Positioning the stick right under me, I start to pee and smile. "I have never felt so much better," I say.

Once finished and handling the rest of my business, I flush the toilet and pick up the trash from the pregnancy box.

"What does it say?" Amelia asks looking at me with a concerned face.

"It hasn't said anything yet," I tell her as I pull down a paper towel, place it on the sink, and place the test on top of it. Turning on the hot water, I run my hands through it, put soap in my hands, and put them under the water. Turning the water off, I grab paper towels and looks up in the mirror to see Amelia with a sad look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"I want this for you. I know how much you want a family. How much you need a family."

Throwing the paper towel in the trash, I move to the pregnancy test and pick it up with the paper towel that is under it.

"Your just a good woman and my best friend. I think you deserve a baby. You will make a great mom an-," Amelia stops as she notices the tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry. I just thought I saw yo-."

"I'm pregnant," I say barely passing it out as a whisper while I look down at the tiny plus sign.

"W-What?" Amelia says in a whisper.

Tears start to fall down my face more and more as my I feel joy coursing through me.

"I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!" I shout in joy. "I'm going to have a baby!"

I start to scream in happiness as Amelia does the same and embraces me in a hug. "I'm going to be a god mother," she sad breaking from the hug and putting a hand on my stomach. "Your going to be a mother."

"I am," I cry. "I'm pregnant," I say again feeling as if I am in a dream.

"We have to celebrate! Oh, but what about the father? We should invite him too," Amelia smiles.

My frown leaves my face. "What about the father?"

"Well you should tell him the good news!"

"Amelia, he is a sperm donor. He has no reason to know. This is my child and my child alone," I says getting defensive.

"Well don't you think the sperm donor at least should know that he has a baby that is going to be born in the world?"

"I guess so. But he's a sperm donor. They don't care. He gave his sperm away for money or whatever reason. He doesn't want to know about his child," I say placing a hand on my stomach.

"Just tell him he has a baby and that is it," Amelia says not easing up on the subject.

"But what if he wants to see it when it is born? To be apart of its life?"

"Are you actually saying you want to keep your baby from knowing its father?" she asks frowning at me.

"No," I say honestly.

"Good. So how do we find him?"

"I'm not sure. We can ask Dr. Mason, but they have patient confidentiality," I say after thinking about it.

"Perfect. Come on," Amelia says grabbing my hand, opening the door, walking me out of the bathroom.

"Where are we going?" I ask trying to keep up.

"To go find your baby daddy," she smiles.