Broad Love

Chapter Seven

~Phil~

It was great, knowing I was going to be a dad. I always wanted children and now my beautiful wife and I are going to start a family. She was about a month along now, barely even a bump where our unborn child was. Cat was always bustling about trying to do things on her own, but I was worried about her being pregnant so I tried to do everything for her. That being said she may have taken advantage of me just a little bit.

"Phil!" My wife yelled from the lounge.

"What is it, Cat?"

"Can you hand me the remote please?"

I sighed as I walked literally three feet in front of her chair and handed her the remote. When I gave it to her she started giggling like a school girl. "Is that all, your highness?"

She suppressed her giggles and cleared her throat. "For me, yeah I'm good for now. Although the bank called and they asked to see you. Said it was personal and kinda urgent but not really urgent."

"The bank? Why would I have something personal there? Is one of the tellers in love with me or something? I mean I couldn't blame them, just look at me."

Cat chuckled. "Not that type of bank, sweetie."

I thought for a second. "Oh." I remembered the sperm bank I had went to just a few weeks ago and felt slightly embarrassed. Like my bank account would have a personal issue. "I think I should go then. I mean, if it's kinda-almost urgent it sounds somewhat-mostly important."

She laughed a little and motioned for me to kiss her cheek, which I gladly did. "Have fun discussing your genitals!" She shouted after me as I walked out the door making me blush. At least she's encouraging....

At the bank, a woman at the front desk told me they were expecting me after I told her what my name was. Honestly it was almost comic book antagonist-like. She led me to a bright white room with a couple squishy chairs and told me to sit down and wait for Doctor Duggan, whoever that was. After six whole grueling minutes, a man with a white coat and dark brown hair stepped into the room and smiled at me.

"Ah! You must be Mr. Lester! I'm glad you came, your wife didn't seem like the type to let you go anywhere without complete details but I'm happy you actually showed." Dr. Duggan stuck out his hand and I stood up to shake it. He had a firm grip.

"And you're Dr. Duggan, I guess?"

"Please," He smiled as he sat at his desk. "Call me Will."

"Okay, Will." I sat back down in my chair. "I don't mean to be hasty, but why was I called here? My wife said it was mostly urgent."

Will's smile faded away almost instantly. He shuffled around some papers until he found the one he was looking for. "Mr. Lester, when you came in a few weeks ago to donate, we had so many donors and work to do that we couldn't completely look everything over."

"So what? Did I forget to fill out some paperwork or something?"

"No, it's not the paperwork. It's the sample."

I paused for a second. "What about it?" My voice was unsure, making me sound scared when I was actually more curious. Maybe a little scared.

Will sighed and moved so he was leaning against the front of his desk. He took off his glasses and rubbed where the creases were, obviously struggling with having to break the news with me. "Instead of sperm, what we found were remaining anti-bodies. It seems you have a tragically mistaken immune system."

"What-what does that mean?" I tried to sound strong and confident, but my voice was shaky.

"Mr. Lester, it means that, for you, reaching fertility is almost impossible. I'm very sorry, but you can't have children." It was like a brick to the face. I can't have kids? But Cat...she's....

"Dr. Duggan I don't understand...my wife...she's pregnant." I asked confused.

He looked at me with an equally as confused expression. "I don't know how she is, but it can't be yours. Mr. Lester, you cannot have kids. Maybe you need to talk it out with her." I stared at my hands trying to piece together all the evidence that was put in front of me. Eventually Dr. Duggan led me out and I started on my way back to my flat. The mixture of emotions going through me was enough to make the average man explode, yet somehow I was still walking. The champion of those feelings: anger. I had finally figured out what was going on and I was livid. As I opened the door, I saw Cat sitting like there wasn't a care in the world. I took a deep breath and prepared for the worst, my words already perfectly formed in my mind.