Hey guys! This is a repost from my Tumblr account. I'm starting the process of moving everything over from there over here so you will start seeing a lot of fics in the coming weeks! I do want to put up a disclaimer on this, I have never myself gone through fertility treatments or gone to a sperm bank so in this chapter I may have taken some liberties there.

It started out so simple and I really don't know how I got to the point where I was walking into a sperm bank. I just turned 30 years old and my dream ever since I was a little girl was to be a mother. Anytime I watched my friend's children, I would always get a pain of wanting it to be my time. As a kid, I would play with dolls and played house knowing that one day when I was grown up, it would be real. I went into relationships through my 20 's knowing my end goal and so far, it had not worked out the best. I had a string of failed relationships and heartbreak at no fault of my own that brought me nowhere closer to my goal of a family. I was told that I was beautiful, attractive, even sexy but it didn't seem like that was helping me any. Maybe it was because I was a wrestling fan and that intimidated men, I had no idea how I had been so unlucky. Most 30-year-olds would be envious of my life; I had a great job, amazing friends, and a very close-knit family. I made the choice when I was 29 that if I had not met someone by the time I was 30, that I would get a sperm donor and take matters into my own hands.

Here I was 2 weeks after my 30th birthday and walking into the local sperm bank. I nervously looked around knowing I wouldn't see anyone I knew but still acting as if I could. The building was nice, even if it did have that overly clean doctor's office smell that made my skin crawl. The waiting room had a few people sparingly in the chairs; men keeping their eyes trained on the ground, a couple single women like myself, and a lesbian couple who looked more excited than anyone else in the room. I signed in and the middle-aged woman behind the counter handed me paperwork to fill out. As I filled out the paperwork, I could feel my hands starting to shake. I knew that I would be ovulating in a week, so I needed to decide if I was going to keep my doctor's appointment this month or if I would be holding off another month.

Once I had filled out all of the paperwork, I handed it to the same middle-aged woman behind the counter and moved slowly back to my seat. I pulled out my phone and pulled up the wrestling news site that I viewed almost every day until I heard the door open and a neatly dressed woman smiled out towards the waiting room.

"Carlie" she called out as I slowly moved from my chair and walked through the door. We went through the third door and she motioned for me to take a seat in one of the chairs across from her desk. She started by discussing the process in detail.

"So tell me, what are you looking for in a donor?" she asked as I could tell she was studying the look on my face.

"I would like someone athletic…" I started as she softly smiled over at me.

"I'm sorry, I meant by looks. Brown hair? Blond Hair? Blue eyes? Green Eyes?" She asked as I bit my lip. I wasn't used to having to be superficial but then again I never was picking the looks of my child through a catalog before.

"I'm thinking dark hair… maybe brown. I would like blue eyes" I said nervously as I watched her grab the iPad and open an app. I had an idea in mind what I wanted the donor to look like. This was a huge decision obviously as it would be what my future child would look like.

"Now were you thinking about having a known, open, or anonymous donor. A known donor is alright with contact by yourself or the child, an open donor would be okay with contact when the child is 18, and an anonymous donor would be completely anonymous" she explained as I thought for a minute.

"I think I want a known donor" I said as she looked at me like I was insane. br /"Are you sure? I mean it will make things more difficult to find one. Most men do not want a relationship with the children" she added in shock.

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't… have a man in my life and not that I want them to be the child's father but I'm open to knowing about this person, maybe asking for more information about them in the future if they are open to it" I said knowing that I would always be curious every time I looked at the baby about who this person was. If my future son or daughter had his eyes, his smile or even his personality traits. I was more than ready to do this alone but the not knowing would always leave me wondering about the other half.

"Alright," she mumbled before touching looking down at her iPad and looking back up with the look of shock.

"We have one… surprisingly but he does not have a photo. He refused a photo when donating" she said looking up at me as I sat up in my seat. I wanted a donor with a photo but it wasn't the end of the world to me not to have one especially if I would be able to contact him in the future.

"Brown hair, blue eyes. He is in his 30s, Around 6 feet tall, he is of Irish descent, 0 previous pregnancies, and is open to contact" she read off as I instantly let my mind think about Finn Balor, my favorite professional wrestler. I knew it wasn't possible for him to be my donor but I could always dream that if I had a son, maybe he would turn out to be like him.

"He sounds perfect almost like…." I stopped myself from saying it out loud as she eyed me strangely.

"Someone I know" I added quickly as she looked back down at the screen.

"We have one sample left" she started to say as I cut her off quickly.

"I'll take it" I called out louder than I thought my voice was.

"Alright then" she said a smile spreading across her face as we started the process of getting my vial.

Three weeks later

I sat in the bathroom staring at the 2 pregnancy tests that sat on my counter. I had followed the instructions as close as I could and I knew that I needed this to happen. The donor had decided not to continue donating in the future so if it didn't take this time, I would need to find another donor, one who probably would not be as perfect as this one. Waiting for these tests was turned into the longest 3 minutes of my life.

"Please be positive" I whispered knowing that this was the first time in my life I had ever begged for a pregnancy test to be positive. I wanted this to happen so much and I was afraid that I could've possibly let myself get my hopes up. I put my head in my hands taking a couple of deep breaths before hearing Daniel Bryan's theme song play through the speaker on my phone indicating that the timer was up. My hands shook as I turned the alarm off and took a peek at the tests. Both of the tests were positive, I was pregnant with my perfect donor's baby. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I could feel tears in my eyes.

"Oh my god" I whispered as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

A few days later

"Congratulations, Y/N. You're without a doubt pregnant. About 6 weeks along" My doctor announced as I instantly grinned. I knew that I was pregnant and even had started to feel some of the annoying nausea that I knew would be accompanying my pregnancy.

"Now I have a couple of questions for you, I have your family history but what about the father? Do you know anything about his medical history?" my doctor asked as I looked nervously. I had not told my doctor or really anyone else for that matter that I had gone to a sperm bank. I inseminated myself at home with my single vial that I had.

"I uh…. I had a sperm donor" I said nervously as I looked down at my hands. I didn't know what the reaction would be. I knew she probably wouldn't judge me but I had never been in this situation before.

"Alright, nothing to be ashamed of, this happens often. Did they give you any information on his medical history?" My doctor asked as I shook my head nervously. I didn't know if I was supposed to get detailed medical information or if I was missing anything from the bank. I was so excited the day that I really hadn't thought anything through.

"I'm able to contact him… he is a known donor, can I get back to you if he gets back to me?" I said biting my lip knowing that I would need to email the donor.

"Of course" She said before moving on with my appointment. I could see that she doubted he would ever get back to me. As she went on talking about prenatal vitamins, I could only think about the medical history of my child. I hadn't looked into that, I just jumped without thinking. What if I had made a mistake?

When I got from work, I made myself leftovers and sat on my bed in a huff surrounded by the packets of information from the clinic. I looked at the donor packet then looked at my email account glaring back at me from my laptop, knowing that I needed to email the donor so I could get back to the doctor. I really didn't know what I would say to him, nobody prepared you in life for moments like this. I didn't want to make a bad impression on him already. I looked at the information before raising an eyebrow.

"Wade Legoton?" I read out loud as I tried not to laugh at the email address. Either my donor was a total nerd like myself or he just had a very strange name. After typing in his email address, I stared at the screen again at the flashing line to start typing.

"Hello Donor 498349s,

I've never had such an awkward email to type but I wanted to let you know what is going on. I think for now, we should keep any personal details out of the equation. I just found out today that I'm pregnant. I didn't realize when I chose your profile that I didn't have any medical history or somehow it was misplaced. My doctor has asked if there is anything that I needed to disclose (I'm going to assume no but I wanted to make sure). If you can please get back to me when you can, that would be awesome. Thank you for everything, Baby Mama PS: I like your email, either you are just as nerdy as I am or your name is just awesome" I typed out before biting my lip and pressing send.

I turned on New Japan Pro Wrestling and laid back in bed trying to take my mind off of the email. I didn't know what his response would be but I hoped that he would at least get back to me soon. I worried though What if he wasn't ready for contact or if he had changed his mind about being contacted. It wasn't until 3 hours later that I saw a notification show up on my computer. I had received an email and it was from my perfect donor. I sat up quickly and clicked on the email.

"Mum,

I will call you Mum because I feel like Baby Mama doesn't fit our situation. Congratulations on finding out that you're pregnant. I don't know what your situation is (and I agree with you on keeping personal details out for now) but I'm happy to help. Medical history wise, I do not have anything to disclose. I did genetic testing when I agreed to be a donor and everything good on my side. By the way, I am a total nerd, I think the kid will be delightfully nerdy just like us. - Donor 498349s" I read out loud and couldn't help but smile to myself. He was perfect, more perfect than I could ever ask for.