Chapter Three

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Her POV

After a long train ride, I have finally made it into the city. I used to live here years ago with my best friends. Once I found out I was pregnant, I decided to leave the hustle and bustle of the city and go for the more quaint and quiet life in New Jersey. I have an appointment at The Manhattan Cryobank to find my perfect donor for my baby. I have left my son with my Mom for the day and tonight, as I will try to catch up with a few of my old friends while I am here. It's hard keeping in touch with everyone, especially as they are all living their own lives. My priorities changed when I became a mother and friendships had to take a back seat.

Instead of getting a cab, I take a walk through Times Square, my favorite part of New York. As always, the streets are bursting at the seams, there's people everywhere, couples, young families, office people on their way to work, and little old me in the centre. I can smell freshly baked bread and pastries from a nearby bakery, I feel so tempted to grab something, but my former 182 pound self stops me. I am finally the weight that I've always wanted to be, I'm a very healthy 149 pounds and I need to make the most of it, especially since that will all change in a matter of months.

I am distracted by the new build boards on display, there are a few new Broadway productions that I am interested in seeing, once I've left the sperm bank I might book a show for the evening. Lost in thought and in my own little world, I don't see where I am going and I smash into a very tall man. His iced coffee splatters itself all down the front of my new white skater dress. "Fuck! I am sorry I didn't see you." This cost me $70, I think to myself. How can I go into the sperm bank now looking like this? I look up, ready to let rip at this careless stranger, but I am struck with how familiar this guy looks. He is very tall, must be over six feet, his thick black hair falls just past his ears, his black eyes stare into mine with such intensity, he reminds me of my ex-boyfriend Adam Sackler.

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