A Third Boy

Chapter One

Her POV

I want another baby! I can't think of anything else, I want to be a Mom again.

I am thirty-nine years old and this will be my last chance to bring another little person into this crazy world. My divorce has recently been finalized, it was a loveless marriage and all he wanted to do was be in control of every little petty thing I did. I became a shell of my old self, but now I feel free and impulsive. This life is mine to live, and I will do exactly what I want. If I have learnt anything during my thirty-nine years of being on this planet, I have learnt that if something feels wrong it usually is, always follow your heart and never leave a single word unsaid.

My son is ten-years-old, and he is my everything. We had a rough start in the beginning as I suffered with post-natal depression, added to the fact that I was a single Mom, so it wasn't the easiest of rides. But now my little guy is my best friend and I couldn't imagine not having him in my life. I feel like I have done a good job, most of his life I have raised him myself, and he is a wonderful kid. Keeps out of trouble, he is the highest in his class and he is very much into his sports; he reminds me of his father with that trait.

Unfortunately, his dad made it clear to me he wanted nothing to do with him. That broke my heart a little, not for me, I wasn't in love with him, but for my baby boy. I was brought up with both parents and I couldn't imagine not knowing my father. That said, this way I get all the cuddles, all the love and all the craziness of being both mother and father. Now that I have decided to have another baby I want to do it the right way, through a sperm donor!