CH9
Evonne woke one week later with an ultimatum for herself. She was going to have a baby. Forget about love. She had all the love she needed right here. What she wanted was a family, and what better way than to have a baby? Being a single mother was perfect. She could give all her love to the baby.
She had enough to spare and enough laughter to share around the world. She didn't need a man. What with every single man around her acting like jerks and Lotharios, she hadn't time for the emotional rollercoaster of love and heartbreak.
And thank the Lord, because when that glasses guy Lia, or Darcy, or whatever ditched her, there was no heartache.
Yes, it was better to have no feelings involved at all, just a clean and sterile transaction, like her dental instruments. But where to find this sperm that wouldn't involve relationships and heartache?
Then the proverbial light bulb flashed above her head, and she scrambled off her bed in her pink pajamas and went straight towards the phone.
A few minutes later, Evonne had an appointment for a consultation at the fertility clinic. "Yes, thank you. I'll pop in at lunchtime. Thanks," she said before placing the receiver down. At last, her first goal had been decided. By the end of this year, she was going to get herself pregnant by way of artificial insemination.
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Fluffy blue coats or fluffy pink coats? Blue socks or pink socks? To scan or not to scan? Which room should she put the cot in? How long should she breastfeed? What color should the blanket be?
What name should she give her baby? Dora? No, too Lothario Like, like that Dora Frey from that movie. Dora? No, too much like Nemo. Bint? No, too simple. Lithonia? Hmmm, sounds nice. "Evonne?" A voice poked through her thoughts.
"Yes." Evonne jerked up her head, realizing she had just walked into the dental surgery. "Evonne," Susan said, shaking her head at her little boss who was once again daydreaming about who knows what.
"Wake up from your daydreaming, dear. We have a new representative from the Bloembergen Hotel asking to speak with you about the upcoming hygiene conference being held in Queenstown this year."
"Conference? Queenstown?" Evonne asked, not registering what Susan had said. "Evonne, my dear, are you getting any sleep at all? Where are you today? Off to La-la Land again?" Susan asked. This was the usual case for Evonne.
If she had a certain thought in her mind, it showed right on her face. She had never been good at hiding emotions. "Sorry, I was thinking about some things."
"Mind telling me? I'm all ears." Susan loved hearing gossip from her colleague, but Evonne wasn't ready to spill the news yet. Well, not to Susan anyway.
No matter how good the woman was, she was like a wildfire. Give her one small piece of bacon, and she'd turn it into full-on roast beef. "Ah, not at the moment. Still sorting stuff out. When I'm ready, I'll let you know," she said. "Great, darling.