Chapter Six
"So what happens now Babe?"
"Uh...Well the donor...uh-" Alison shuffled through the paperwork she'd received this morning, "Emily Fields, is going to call me I guess-"
"Are you going to meet her?"
"I don't know..." Alison bit her lip, Cece's pressing voice getting to her, "I don't even know where she lives. I just know that she wants the baby."
"Alright, Babe, well text me and we'll do lunch or something tomorrow okay?"
"Yeah, Cece, I'll see you soon."
"Oh and Ali?" Cece's voice caught her before she hung up.
"Uh huh?"
"Sorry you're pregnant."
The line went dead and Alison frowned, pulling the phone from her ear. She glanced up when Hanna joined her in the kitchen.
"Is Cece coming over?"
"No," Alison shook her head, "She's at work."
"Are you okay? I know you thought you were pregnant but thinking and knowing are different right?" Hanna asked, seeing Alison narrow her eyes told her that she didn't want to talk about it, "I'm just saying...like maybe you should think about what you want again before you talk to the donor."
"Han, please can we just not talk about baby stuff for now?" Alison pleaded, pouring herself a cup of coffee, "It's bad enough that I'm growing one."
"Sure," Hanna smirked, "But you should probably know, you can't have coffee when you're pregnant."
That made Alison scowl.
Alison was asleep when the phone rang from an unknown number.
"Hello?" She yawned.
"Hi," A woman said, her voice sounding nervous. Alison waited for the woman to say something but the line was silent.
"Who's calling?" Alison snapped, dragging herself off the couch and towards the kitchen.
"Emily Fields."
Alison paused, her hand suspended in the air holding her juice, "Oh," she swallowed, not knowing what to say, "Hi."
"You're uh...Alison, right?" Emily spoke after another long pause.
"Yup," Alison popped the 'p', humming to herself under her breath to keep calm. She wasn't looking forward to talking to the donor, let alone so soon but the donor seemed to have other ideas. If it were up to Alison she probably would of waited until the last possible moment, "So..."
"So," Emily repeated, "Sorry, I don't really know what to say."
Alison heard a sigh escape Emily's lips, "Well that makes two of us, I usually require dinner and a movie before letting someone knock me up," She was met with silence and rolled her eyes, so far her impression of Emily wasn't that great and now she'd just blown hers, "Bad joke."
"No!...No, it was funny."
"Right," Alison pursed her lips.
"So...uh. How are you feeling?"
Alison frowned, "I don't know, morning sickness blows."
"Sorry...Uh I-"
"Look lets not draw this out," Alison snapped, getting frustrated, "I'm pregnant with your child and we need to decide what to do."
"Okay..." Emily sounded taken aback, "Um...what do you want?"
"A large glass of wine," Alison pouted.
"Are-Have you been drinking?"
"No, I'm not stupid," Alison scowled, "I want to know what you want so lay it all out there."
"Alright, uh...well I want the baby. I'd like a chance to raise it. Even if you don't want it maybe you'd still give me that chance-"
"What and for the rest of my life know that my child is out there?"
"I just meant if you don't...what do you want?"
Alison let out a deep breath, "It's complicated."
"Okay?"
"My life-there's no room for a baby. I can't do it alone."
"You would never be alone Alison, I really want to be there for this child."
"No, Emily, I would be alone, if my fiancé finds out about this then I will definitely be alone," Alison rubbed a hand over her face, feeling the weight of the sentence come down on her like a ton of bricks.
"But?"
"What do you mean but?"
"You said it was complicated so I'm guessing you have more feelings toward the subject than 'my fiancé won't like it'."
"I thought I was pregnant before it was confirmed and as much as I wish it wasn't...the idea is kind of growing on me."
"That's fantastic, Alison, if you want this then we can-"
"That's not what I said. I said that the idea of it might not seem too bad, but if and that's a big if I decide to do this then you are going to be here one hundred fucking percent, got it?"
"Yes, of course. One hundred percent."
"So what now?" Alison sat down, "I don't even know where you live and I'm considering having your baby."
"I guess we should meet or talk more...we could Skype until we know each other better?I don't know..."
"Yeah, we can Skype, I mean unless you want to do this without knowing what each other look like. Then we could try to guess when the baby pops out," Alison chuckled.
"When or if?"
Alison pursed her lips, hearing the smile in Emily's voice, "It's an or. As in your baby or my fiancé."
"How attached are you to your fiancé?" Emily made Alison laugh.
"I'll answer that once I find out if you're good looking or not," She challenged, making Emily gasp.
"What about you?! I could be a supermodel in comparison, you don't know."
"Exactly, I don't know. So are you a supermodel?"
"No. Are you?"
"Not exactly," Alison chuckled, "I'm a teacher."
"So you like kids!"
"No," Alison shook her her head, "Not even slightly."
"So Skype?"
"Yeah Skype," Alison bit her lip, "Why do I feel like I don't want to hang up?"
"My winning personality?"
"Very funny," Alison hung up the phone but couldn't seem to shake her smile for the rest of the night.