Sorry guys, I had to work yesterday and wasn't able to post anything, but here you go! Chaper 10! And if I get some reviews, I might think about posting another chaper tonight.

Chapter 10

After two weeks of nausea, headaches, and extreme emotional sensitivity, it was safe to say that both Maureen and Joanne were ready to be done with the twice-a-day injections. Now they were each on a different medication that they took orally, though neither one of them knew quite what it was for. They had one more week before their scheduled in virto fertilization procedures, but had to have their "donor" from the sperm bank chosen by the next day since they had to do something to it before the actual procedure. Neither of the girls remembered what that was either. All they knew was that they had one more night to make what was probably going to be the biggest decision of their lives.

"Ok, so let me get this straight. They give you these files of guys who have….uh….'donated' and you just choose the guy you want?" Mimi asked thumbing through the folder as Angel looked over her shoulder. Collins, Mark, and Roger sat on the bar stools enjoying a beer. The Boho crew was over at the Johnson-Jefferson household for dinner and a movie and had become quite intrigued by the whole situation.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Joanne said, stirring the alfredo sauce for their pasta.

Maureen was setting the dinning room table. "We told them we wanted someone between the ages of 25 and 35, who had an artistic background…"

"And a college degree," Joanne added.

"They give us a profile on the guys and we choose the one we like."

"Sounds kind of impersonal, if you ask me?" Mimi blurted, scrunching up her nose.

"Well, then I suppose it's a good thing no on asked you, sweetie," Angel retorted, patting Mimi's shoulder. Mimi glared fiercely at Angel.

"What do you expect, Meems?" Maureen said, grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge. "For us to meet the guy and take him out to dinner and be best buds or something? Most guys don't want to know what is done with their 'donation'. A few do it because they really want to help people have children, but most do it for the money. Plus, I wouldn't meet the guy even if we could. There is nothing personal between us."

Mimi gave a confused look. "I'd say a baby is pretty personal."

"Well, yes, it is, but then again it's not. He'll have nothing to do with it. Yes, he'll be this baby's biological father, but he won't be its dad. This is our baby," Maureen said, motioning between herself and Joanne, "Ya, know?"

"Yeah……but-" everyone groaned at Mimi's excessive questioning, "Won't it be weird to walk down the street and see all these guys and know that any of them could be your baby's father?"

Joanne took this one. "We're not going to say that we won't wonder from time to time who biologically fathered our child, but I don't think it will be that weird. It would only be weird if we felt like we were lacking something by not knowing who the father was, and we are a complete family, lacking nothing." Joanne spoke patiently as she checked to see if the pasta was done.

Mimi shook her head seemingly satisfied with Joanne's answer.

"Okay, everybody, I think we're set to go here," Maureen announced as she began placing bowls of salad and breadsticks on the table. Joanne put the pasta in a large serving bowl, poured the sauce over it and set it in the middle of the table as everyone began to take their seats and dig in.

"Rog, what's wrong? I thought you loved my pasta alfredo?" Joanne asked when she noticed that Roger had touched very little of his pasta.

"No, it's really good. It's just that….."

"What?" everyone ask in unison.

"No, never mind. Don't worry about it," Roger shrugged them off.

"Baby, I've never seen you not eat, and especially Joanne's pasta. You love this stuff. Are you sick?" Mimi asked placing her hand on his forehead to check for a fever.

"No, I'm fine," he insisted, brushing Mimi's hand away. "Just trust me, you don't want to know. I don't want to ruin it for everyone else."

"Well now you have to tell us," Mark said, pointing her fork at Roger. Everyone else stopped eating and stared a Roger. After a moment, he finally caved.

"Okay, fine! You wanna know what it is? You may think you do, but you really don't, but fine, I'll tell you, but you're going to regret it because you're going to be grossed out for the remainder of the evening. You may never even enjoy alfredo sauce again!!" Everyone looked back and fourth between each other, thoroughly confused. "Okay, we've been talking about sperm and sperm banks and 'donating', "Roger did the little quote sign with his fingers, "and then we sit down and I see….well….," he swallowed hard, "creamy, hot, white sauce dripping off my pasta…..and I just couldn't do it!"

Everyone slowly pushed their plates away, gagging at the thought. "You're right, Rog. We didn't want to know," Collins grimaced as he spit a mouthful of pasta into his napkin.

"Breadstick, anyone?" Angel offered.

"Yes, please!" everyone barked together.

After the short lived dinner, everyone retreated back into the living room to watch Friday the 13th, however, no one seemed too interested in the movie. Instead they continued to thumb through the profiles from the sperm bank.

"Hmmm, this one looks pretty good. Let's see, Donor 8620: 32 years old, African American, plays guitar, graduated from MIT with a degree in philosophy, fluent in Italian and Greek," Mark read from the profile.

"Put that one in the 'Think About It' pile," Maureen said, pointing to a pile on the corner of the coffee table.

They continued to read profile after profile, placing them in either the "Think About It" pile on the coffee table or the "Not a Snowball's Chance in Hell" pile on the floor behind the couch.

"Ooohhhhhhh…..check this one out," Angel began to read. "Donor 8512: 29 years old, Caucasian with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and medium build. Musically and dramatically gifted. Graduated from Juilliard and plays guitar, piano, harmonica, bass, violin, and cello. Currently works as a studio musician. His hobbies include acting, working out, painting, writing poetry and screenplays, and composing and producing music. Only thing listed under 'medical concerns' is wisdom teeth removal when he was 16. He describes himself as a tender heart; a Type B personality with an artist's soul. My God, he's a dream come true!" Angel exclaimed.

Maureen and Joanne raised their eyebrows and looked at each other.

"Oh, and Joanne, did I mention his father is a lawyer?!?!" Angel added. This obviously excited Joanne. She leaned over to grab the profile from Angel so she could look it over herself. Maureen looked anxiously over her shoulder.

After reading thoroughly over the paper, Joanne looked over at Maureen who was already looking at her, smiling. "Well, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Are you thinking we just found a donor?" Maureen asked.

"Yes, ma'am!" Joanne grinned.

"Then yes, I am indeed thinking what you are thinking! We've found a donor!" Both girls threw their arms around each other and squeezed as tightly as they could stand it, then pulling back and sharing a sweet kiss.

"Awww…..you guys are gonna have a little biracial baby!" Mimi cooed, clapping her hands. The boys just rolled their eyes.

"So this is it? Donor 8512? He's the winner?" Joanne asked reaffirming what Maureen had said.

"Yes, but don't say it like that……'the winner'…….makes it sound like we're picking a race horse or something." Everyone giggled as Maureen got up and put the coveted profile sheet on the kitchen table so that it wouldn't get lost, then bounded back into the living room.

"Well, now that we got that mega decision out of the way, what do you say we scare the shit out of ourselves and watch Mr. Voorhees slice and dice?" Maureen said, holding up the video.

"Sounds fan-freakin-tastic!!" Roger grabbed the video from her and popped it into the VCR while everyone made themselves cozy.

Mark hopped into one of the papasan chairs (a/n: papasan chairs are the chairs that look like a giant bowl) and kicked off his shoes. Mimi and Roger took the other papasan chair and snuggled together under a blanket. Angel and Joanne were already sitting on the couch, and Collins sat with his feet stretched under the coffee table on the floor in front of Angel. In true drama queen style, Maureen dove, head first, onto the couch, sprawling out on top of Angel and Joanne.

"Get off me, you Froot Loop!!!" Joanne laughed, trying to push Maureen off. Maureen just giggled.

"Stop kicking your feet! You're gonna kick me in the face," Angel said trying to shield her head and face from Maureen's bare feet, "And then I'd be forced to kick you in your ass!"

Maureen adjusted herself so that her fellow couch dwellers could be comfortable, but remained lying down with her feet in Angel's lap and her head in Joanne, which neither of them really minded. Her feet were clean and pretty with painted nails and Angel loved hearing Maureen cackle when she periodically tickled the soles and Joanne would take any excuse to run her fingers through Maureen's long, brunette curls.

As the movie played, everyone seemed very into it; everyone except Joanne. She simply could not tear her eyes away from the beautiful girl lying in her lap; the woman she hoped would soon be the mother of her child.

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