Stained

Chapter 93

But in my rush and excitement, I end up tripping over my own foot. 

I hit the ground with a loud thud, the impact vigorously wracking through my body.

"What the fuck!" Hannah bellows before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Shut up!" I stammer out, getting up off the ground. That hurt.

"You're so clumsy." She shakes her head, smiling. "My biggest memory of you from primary school is you constantly limping."

Indeed, my clumsiness is, unfortunately, a curse I've been born with.

"I want to have a baby," I repeat softly, limping toward her on the sofa whilst she puts her phone down.

Falling couldn't even topple the sudden and extreme baby fever out of me.

"Okay... you do realise you need to have sex to have a baby?" She asks cautiously as if scared I'll get upset.

Crap, she is. I don't blame her either. I seriously lost it earlier.

Never again, I promise myself. I will never lose it like that ever again with anyone.

"There are other ways of getting pregnant, you know. Like semen donors." It costs money, but it will totally be worth it.

I pace the room, the pain in my leg barely there as I imagine having my own little bundle of joy.

"Shit, you're being serious?" She sits up on the sofa, her expression a mixture of amusement and horror.

I pause and give her a look. "Does it look like I'm joking?"

"I mean you're Hazel. One can never know with you."

"What?" I question, too lost in my head to have heard her.

She shakes her head. "Nothing."

I stop my pacing and nod my head at myself multiple times. "I want to have a baby."

"Whose sperm you going to use?" Hannah asks.

Crap, I didn't think of that. "Erm... have you seen that Jenifer Lopez movie, I forgot the name but she gets a friend to be her semen donor."

What male friend of mine would donate me his semen? None. Because I don't have any male friends. I

"I vote for Damien!" Hannah's face lights up and she laughs when I look at her with a baffled exterior.

"What?" I ask, shaking my head. I must have heard her wrong.

"Damien can be the sperm donor. I mean... a blue green-eyed baby with dimples." She makes a holding a baby gesture with her arms and peers down — probably to the image of mine and Damiens baby.

I imagine how the child would constantly have a scowl on his face, just like Damien and laugh. "That child would be the grumpiest child ever."

A scenario of me passing a little boy a cake on his birthday pops up into my head.

"Happy birthday!" I squeal, holding up a cake. "Thanks," he says under his breath, frowning.

I burst out laughing. "I just... I just imagined the child's birthday."

Hannah chuckles like she's gotten a look into my head. "You're a ray of sunshine you. The child could always be like you."

Her comment makes me smile a little.

She wiggles her brows. "What's that smile for."

The smile immediately drops off my face. "I...I'm never having a baby with Damien," I chuckle nervously, try to shake the blue-eyed boy's face out of my head. "But I do want to have a baby. Like I'm serious, I want to have a baby."