iSurrogate
(Carly's POV)
Test 1: Negative.
Test 2: Not Pregnant.
Test 3: Negative.
The rush of tears overwhelmed my eyes as I threw the tests into the garbage. I shuffled in the kitchen wearing my house slippers and looked at the date. Today was the last day this month that I was ovulating. Also, exactly one year ago today Gibby and I decided to try having a baby. Never in my life have I wanted anything more than to be a mother. My mom died when I was a baby and the closest thing I ever had to a mom was Spencer. Well, the creepy lady puppet Spencer made to look like 'mom' anyway. Sighing, I walked over to sit on the couch. Before I could get there the phone started to ring. I didn't feel like talking to anyone right now but it could be really important.
"Gibson residence." I replied.
"Knock Knock." The voice replied. It was obviously a man's voice. Somehow, it seemed fimiliar. Though I didn't recognize the caller ID.
"Who's there?" I asked monotone-like,
"Dishes"
"Dishes who?"
"Dishes a great knock-knock joke."
"Ha ha." I replied dryly.
"You have no idea who this is, do you?" he asked.
"No, but if you're that perv from Target who followed me in the produce isle I swear my husband will-"
"Carls! Chill, it's Freddie." He giggled.
"Freddie! OMG I haven't seen you in-"
"Years?" He finished. "Yeah, sorry about that. Being a CEO of Pear really takes it out of me. Listen, I'm relocating back to Seattle after this deal in New York gets closed. Coming in 2 weeks to look at some houses. Maybe we could catch up a bit?"
"Sure, sure! Wow, Sam and Gibby won't believe that you're coming back."
"How're they doing?"
"Well, Gibby's doing great. Just got promoted to managing the Sunrise center. Sam's the head chef at 'Puckett's Pit'." I heard him giggle on the other line.
"Of course Sam's a chef. Anyway, how are you doing? You sounded a little sorrowful when you picked up."
"Yeah. Gibby and I have been trying to have a baby for about a year now. Took a pregnancy test today, actually 3, and they all came out negative."
"Awww, I'm sorry Carls. I know how much you want a kid. Listen, I gotta get going. Just called to tell you I was coming into town and...to see how you were."
"Ok Freddie, see you soon."
"Alright, love you Carls."
"Love you too, bye." I clicked and hung up the phone. Then I dialed Sam's number really fast.
"Puckett's Pit, this is Huuang." The new waitress at Sam's restraunt answered the phone.
"Hi Huuang, this is Carly. May I speak to Sam?"
"Yes, yes!" She replied quickly before the line went silent for a minute.
"Yo, Carly-O! How'd your tests come out?"
"Negative." My voice dropped as my lip quivered slightly.
"Aw, sorry kid. You'll be knocked up soon or else I'll have to teach that Gibster husband of yours a thing or 2." Even in times of sadness, Sam never failed to make me laugh.
"Huuang! This ain't China! This is an American restraunt so stop serving people fortune cookies!" Sam yelled over the phone.
"Sorry, new waitresses are so stupid sometimes."
"Totally. Hey, guess who's coming into town?"
"Matthew Perry!" Sam exclaimed.
"No, Freddie."
"Wow, I haven't seen dorkfest in a long time!"
"Yeah, his company's transfering him to be a CEO here in Seattle. He's just coming this weekend to look at apartments."
"Man, this is...wow. It'll be like old times. Except you're married to Gibby and I actually have a job that I like...hang on. HUUANG! YOU DON'T THROW AWAY HAM!" I giggled again.
"Sorry again. Gosh, I hate foreign people...Hey, I just had a thought."
"Please, do tell."
"Well, remember when Mel and Frank couldn't have a baby? They went to this guy named Dr. Carlson. Dude's a genuis apparently. Maybe you and Gibby should go to him. See what's up with your junk."
"Sam!"
"Sorry!" She proceeded to give me the doctor's number. At that moment, my wonderful husband came in carrying flowers. I waved to him. He smiled and waved back as he hung his coat up.
"Hey Sam, can I call you later? Gibby just came home."
"No need to say it Carls. I'll let you and Gib get to baby making. Adios!" My mouth hung open as I set the phone down.
"Why are you making that face?" Gibby asked as he handed me the flowers.
"Nothing, it was just something Sam said. Oh my, these are beautiful lillies!"
"Thanks. Just thought I'd be a good husband" He chuckled.
"Aww, babe, you're always a good husband." I complimented him as we started making out for a minute. We broke apart.
"Oh, how'd your tests come out?" Gibby asked.
"Negative, again." He got up and held me close to him. As I buried my face into his chest, he kissed the top of my head and rocked me back and forth. Shushing me and stroking my hair. He laid his head on mine for a minute before we released.
"Sam said Melanie and Frank went to this doctor, Dr. Carlson, to have Alicia. Maybe we should make an appointment."
"That's a good idea. I'll call." Gibby picked up the phone and dialed the number. As he spoke to the doctor, I went outside. Cloudy. Typical Seattle. Except one sliver of sun that shined in my face. If that wasn't a sign from God, I don't know what is.