After Divorce, I got the Billionaires sperm

Chapter 7

Jessica POV

"What do you think?" Violet asked me, shoving an ad she had seen online towards me with a grin.

"Surrogacy?" I asked, confused. Why would I want a child from someone else? I didn't think I could give up my child for someone else to raise.

"No, silly, you can get sperm donation and have the baby you want. It says you can even choose a gender." Violet seemed to be very interested in me getting pregnant again. Would that help with the hole that I feel inside of me?

"You think a replacement baby would take away the pain of losing the other one?" I still did not know if that was the avenue I wanted to go down. But having a child alone is the answer. If I had not lost my baby, I would have been happy to keep him or her, but to go out and deliberately get pregnant?

"What harm would it do to go and investigate? Make an appointment, and I could take a day off work and go with you." Violet was sure I should try, and I caved and agreed.

That is why, a few days later, we walked into 'Baby Delights',

I told her if I was going, she had to come and hold my hand, and be there all through the pregnancy, clean up the puke, and rub my aching legs and back. I am not into girls as more than a friend. She would do all that and more if she could help erase all my pain. If the situation were reversed, I would do the same.

'Friends for life'—that is us. We are close friends, and we had an instant bond.

The lady behind the counter looked well-presentable, but her cold and clinical attitude needed improving. It was almost like she was looking down her nose at us, not at all, making me want to pay for their services.

After taking the offered paperwork, we giggled over the questions.

"Ms Prescote?" a man in a white overcoat called out. He was around fifty, with a balding head and glasses perched on the end of his nose. You wonder how long it would take for them to fall off.

We stood and followed the retreating man, as butterflies started to fly around in my stomach.

The doctor's room was expensive. Plaques of his achievements were plastered around the walls. One wall was full of medical books, and a collage of baby photos was pinned to another. He was a boastful man, or one full of lies and trickery. Since my bad experience, my trust factor in men has been nil. Maybe one day, it might change, but for now, all men are cheaters and bad news.

"Ms Prescote, what can I do for you?" He sounded nice enough, one of those deep voices women love to hear.

"I am looking at sperm donation," I say confidently, and am happy my voice did not sound shaky.

"Why do you wish for a baby?" the doctor asked and I guess it was the right question, but it made me feel uncomfortable to go into the reason.

"I recently lost one in a fall, and was told it would be difficult to have one naturally, and even carrying one for full term was risky," I answered as honestly as I could, feeling the tug on my heart as I openly admitted to losing my child and the damage that loss had caused.

"I see. I will have to do an examination and some tests. We can book you for a more thorough examination after this preliminary meeting. In the meantime, what kind of child do you want?" Huh?

"An alive one?" I replied, unsure where that question was leading. He chuckled.

"We all want an alive one. What I meant was gender, race, that sort of genetics." He pushed a file towards me, and I tentatively opened it without knowing what was inside.

Inside were pictures of men, not at all what I had expected. Each had a short bio of their life, giving a short history—no heart disease, no mental health issues, and that sort of thing. There were no names, but height, race, and, on some, whether they had good school grades.

This was all overwhelming. I had no clue I would need to consider this. When you are dating or even getting married, we do not ask about their mental health or if there are heart problems in the family.

"Sorry, Doctor, but I have not considered any of this. I need to think about this." I answered, overwhelmed by all this information.

"That is understandable. While considering these questions, consider whether you want to pick the child's gender. We can do many wonderful things now. I can offer more once we have had a thorough examination." He sounded nice and genuine.

"Perfect. Make an appointment with my secretary to finish the first part." I walked out the door feeling drained. Violet guided me to the lifts, moving straight past the desk and away from her, knowing I was not ready for the next step.

Soon, Violet had me sitting in a small cozy café, with a coffee and cake in front of me.

"Talk to me." Violet pushed the plate of cake closer to me.

"That was intense," I replied, picking up a fork and taking a small bite of the cake. The very tarty flavor of lemons hit my taste buds, pulling me out of my super.

"Wow. "This cake is fantastic." I cooed as I cut a larger slice and popped it in my mouth.

Violet was chuckling at my sudden change of subject. Then she took a bite and exclaimed her surprise at the tarty lemon flavor.

"Told you so." I chuckled, my first genuine laugh I have had without being coerced.

Like two hungry wolves, we devoured our cake, having our first meal in days. Neither talked whilst enjoying the tart cake.

"I need to have some of those to go. "I think Grandma would love this," I commented as I rubbed my tummy in satisfaction.

"Not just Grandma, I want some to go. Glad this café is not close to home, or I would be buying these every day and gaining all that weight I just managed to get rid of back on.

I chucked at her suggestion. My friend Violet had never been a large girl. The weight she was talking about was because she wanted to fit into a pair of skinny jeans that were too small. Ultimately, I purchased the right size and changed them over without her knowing, and she felt she had lost a few extra pounds and glowed at that achievement. It was my little secret.

"That place was crazy. Did you see all those babies on the wall?" So many had the same-looking faces. "Do you think they were photo-shopped?" Violet asked. I had not paid that much attention to the faces of the babies; there were just a lot of them.

Violet pulled up the photos on her phone and pushed the phone to me. Now that she has mentioned it, they do have similar features.

"Maybe they chose men that looked the same, finding women's preference and marketing it." My phone rang, saving me from having to continue this conversation; I did not want to look at other people's babies.

It made me sad.

'Hello, Jessica speaking.' The phone number was not on the screen, which always made me cautious.

"Ms Prescote, I am Sarah from Baby Delights. I have heard that you need to book a longer consultation and examination. Would next Thursday suit you?" This was not the person's voice when we arrived at the reception.

"Hi, Sarah. I am holding off on my next appointment. I have other agencies to visit before I settle with yours.' I lied confidently.

"I see. Thank you for being honest. Then I await your return call." Sarah promptly hung up. Well, that settles it. I guess I can properly consider moving forward on that side of things.

"Who was that?" Violet asked, seeing my confused face.

"Baby Delights," I replied, still thinking about how odd that place was. If it were my business, it would not be how I would run or promote it.

"Wow, we have hardly been gone an hour. They must need our clientele." I was thinking the same thing, and I must fit whatever they want in a client. But what would that be? I had no clue. Shrugging and putting that place behind me, I do not think I will be getting pregnant there. Maybe another agency will feel better.

"Come on, let's go shopping. I could do with some more shoes." That was Violet's answer to everything; even if she does not buy anything, it is something she enjoys and makes her smile. Especially since today, she has taken off work, and feels like she is wagging it, like we used to do at school when she was upset over something.