"You want to do what?" Dr. Mason asks as he sits across his wooden desk. His office is nice and big with a few plants here and there. He has a bay window with a soft cream color couch right under it. The room is big, Dr. Mason seems like the type to only have a few items here and there.

After Amelia and I left Zuma's, we came to the clinic and waited to see Dr. Mason for thirty minutes. Once I saw him, I delivered the news of me being pregnant. Dr. Mason told me I was very lucky, and as he examined my vitals, he told me the baby was compatible with my body. Afterwards, I told him that I wanted to find the father.

"I- I want to tell the sperm donor that I am pregnant," I say making eye contact with him and repeating the same lines to him. "I want to tell them that they are going to be a father."

"In all of the years of me working here, I have never heard this. Irina, I'm not sure what it is that you will achieve from doing this," he tells me. "Are you going to give him the baby if you don't want it?"

My eyes grow wide as I bolt up from the soft vanilla color couch, "Of course not! This is my baby! I wouldn't dare give it away!" I shout feeling myself growing angrier as I repeat his words in my head.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Mason says standing from his black rolling chair. "Please, calm down."

Before he has the chance to make it towards me, Amelia softly takes my hand and pulls me down some. I look at her and give her a small smile. Sitting back down, I slowly breath in and out, knowing that me getting upset will not help the little peanut inside of me.

"I didn't mean to upset yo-," Dr. Mason says.

"Look doctor," Amelia says cutting him off. "I have known this woman for many years. She wouldn't have agreed to you to inject her with sperm if she didn't want this baby. She doesn't do anything without thinking about it multiple times. You can trust her. Besides, it's none of your business with what she does with that baby."

Slapping Amelia's leg, I look at the Doctor with apologetic eyes. "Sorry about her, she just got done eating. Food haven't digested all the way. Anyways," I say doing my best to change the subject. "Can you help us, or not?"

Dr. Mason walks back to his desk and sits down in his chair. As he reaches out for his mouse, I see his compute screen brighten and he starts to type on his keyboard. Looking around in his office more, I notice there are countless of baby photos. Some had the parents in them, as others just showed pictures of a new born baby. My guess is that the people he helps send pictures of their success.

Hearing a scratching noise, I turn my head to see Amelia is filing her nails. I smack her leg again.

"What?" she asks looking at me.

"Why did you have to say that to him? You didn't have to be mean," I tell her. She smacks her lips and starts back filing her nails.

"We been here for nearly two hours since we first came, and the only thing he kept asking since your checkup was "You want to do what?" and that got pretty annoying. Just blame it on my food not digesting all the way," she says making me smile. Shaking my head, I am about to say something until Dr. Mason finally stops typing.

"Found it. For some reason, the donor didn't sign the confidentiality form. Apparently they wanted to be contacted if whoever used the sperm got pregnant. That's odd," he says.

My heart starts to beat fast. Feeling my hands suddenly get sweaty, I rub them together.

"There is only a last name here, and a number," he says scrolling on his computer. "No first name, address, blood type, or anything else. Do you still want to go through with this?" he asks again.

I nod my head slowly as I start to process everything that is going on.

"Okay, the number is-."

"Wait!" I say cutting him off. I look to Amelia and frown. "What if he wants to take the baby from me?"

"He can't really do that unless your not fit to be a mom an-."

"She was talking to me. Not you. Don't get in this," Amelia says cutting him off as she gave him her "Stop talking before I smack you" eyes. She then looks back to me and smiles. "He can't do that. You have full custody of this baby. If he wants to be apart of the baby's life, then I'm sure you can do visitation hours. And then there is the chance that once you tell him, he might want nothing to do with the baby. He's a sperm donor. A sperm donor that wants to be contacted which is odd, but he can't possibly want the baby. If he did, he wouldn't be a sperm donor now would he?"

Thinking about her words, I nod my head agreeing with her. I can always set up visitation. And there is a chance he will want nothing to do with this baby. But why didn't he sign the confidentiality form? Maybe he's a cancer survivor who wants to know if their next generation made it. Yeah, lets go with that.

Taking a deep breath, close my eyes and do a small prayer. Opening them, I nod my head. "Go ahead," I tell him.

"Okay. The number is 3-"

"Wait!" I shout.

"Irina," Amelia says.

"What if he is in the mafia? Or a gang banger? Or is in a motorcycle gang? Or is some old homeless man who only gave his sperm for money? Oh my God, what if I have homeless man sperm in me?" I rant standing from the couch. Amelia and Dr. Mason burst into laughter.

"Wait, wait. Time out," Amelia says holding her stomach and falling over. Her face is red, with tears coming out of her eyes. "I know were going to get past this, but homeless man sperm? Oh I'm taking this to our grave!" she says laughing harder. Dr. Mason controls his laughter, but I can see a small tear of his own rolling down his cheek.

Rolling my eyes, I walk to her and slap her arm. "I'm serious," I frown.

"That's why it's so damn funny," she says sitting up right and wiping her eyes.

Plopping down next to her, I lean my head on her shoulder.

"Okay," Amelia says getting one more chuckle out. She clears her throat and sits up straight. "Okay. If he is any of those things, and I pray he isn't, then I'm sure if you go to court, they will tell him that he is never allowed to step foot near your child until they are of age to choose so themselves."

Thinking about her words, I nod my head again agreeing with her. "Okay," I say once again. "You can give me the number." Taking out my iPhone, I unlock my phone and go to the number pad.

Dr. Mason waits a bit and smiles. "Okay, the number is 305-."

"Wai-."

"Oh for crying out loud," Amelia says slapping her hand across my mouth and holding it there. "Read the number."

"305-867-5309," Dr. Mason says wasting no time at the opportunity to get this over with.

Quickly typing the number in, I lick Amelia's hand and she snatches it off of my mouth.

"Ewww," she laughs wiping her hand on my arm.

Sticking my tongue out at her, I look at Dr. Mason and smile. "You said there was a last name too?"

"Yes. The last name is, Mr. Collin," he says.

Saving the number in my phone, I take a deep breath and freeze on the calling button. "To long," Amelia says snatching my phone out of my hand. Before I have time to protest, she presses call and puts it on speaker phone.

Hearing the phone ring, I close my eyes and pray that he doesn't pick up the phone. "Hmm," Amelia says once the phone goes to voicemail. "Leave a voicemail," she says taking the phone off of speaker and passing it to me.

"What do I say?" I ask starting to panic.

"Just tell him you want to meet!" she says throwing her hands in the air dramatically.

Finally hearing the beep, I clear my voice and run a hand through my long soft hair. "Hi. My name is Ms. Hathaway. I was calling today to speak to you about something very important. It is urgent. Please call me back when you get the chance."

Hanging up the phone, I take a deep breath and place my hand in my head. "Well that was intense."

"No. That wasn't intense. That was just you being dramatic," Amelia says standing from the couch. "Does this mean we are finished?"

"Yes," Dr. Mason says standing. "Ms. Hathaway, your next appointment will be a week from now. I want you to take it easy. I'm glad you are finally getting what you wanted," he smiles.

Smiling back to him, I take Amelia's hand and guide her to the door. Opening the door, I let go of her hand and walk ahead. "I hope he doesn't call," I say to her as I hear her catch up.

"Why not?" she asks looping her hand through mine as we make our way out of the clinic. "I thought you said you wanted him to know?"

"No, you said that. I just agreed that I don't think my child should live without their father knowing that they are in this world. Plus you dragged me out of the restaurant," I tell her. "So, what are we going to do today?"

"Well I am going out to eat with my fiancé. You? Now I'm not sure what your going to do," Amelia asks unlocking her jeep. Frowning, I open the passenger side of the door and get in.

"That's not fair," I whine.

"Fair is not part of anything," she laughs getting into her jeep.

"Can't I tag along and be the third wheel?" I ask as I close the door and place my seat belt around me.

"Nope," Amelia says popping the p as she closed her door, put her seatbelt on, and put the key in the ignition. Turning her jeep on, she smiles as she reaches over and pats my leg. "Sweet heart your not alone. You got your little baby and your imaginary baby daddy."

"That's cold," I say pushing her hand off of my leg.

"No, that's life," she laughs.

"Well what am I suppose to do today?" I whine again.

Before Amelia has the chance to answer, my phone begins to ring. Pulling my phone from my purse, my heart stops.

"Oh shit," I say looking at the name.

"Who is it?"

Turning my phone around to Amelia, her jaws fall open once I say, "Mr. Collins."