iSurrogate

(Carly's POV)

Today was the big day. Our appointment with Dr. Carlson. We'd actually went a week before but he wasn't there. A nurse did some fertility tests however. Today we'd find out the results. Sam joined Gibby and I for support. That was extremely sweet of her.

"Then after we're done here, we could stop by my restraunt for lunch. No charge." Sam said.

"Sounds like a plan!" Gibby agreed. We walked into the office, which was full of pregnant women and their husbands. Gibby and Sam sat down as I went up to sign us in.

"Which one of these ladies is your wife?" A pregnant lady sitting next to Gibby asked him.

"Actually." Sam said. "I'm married to her. He's just our sperm doner." Sam nudged Gibby's side as the lady moved to another seat.

"Homophobic biotch." Sam muttered. After about 30 minutes of waiting, a nurse called my name. We all got up and walked about 5 doors down before entering an office-like room with pictures of babies all over the walls. All 3 of us sat down in the chairs across from the desk. A few moments later a petite brunette man with a lab coat on entered the room carrying a clipboard.

"Hello Mr and Mrs. Gibson. I'm Dr. Carlson. Sorry we couldn't meet on better terms. But here I have your test results. It turns out that both of you have something keeping you from concieving."

"Both of us?" Gibby asked.

"Yes. Mrs. Gibson's uterus seems to be an inhospitible enviornment."

"A what enviornment?" I asked.

"Inhospitible. Basically it's like your uterus is the desert without water. And Mr. Gibson's sperm have the mobility of an 80 year old man with arthritus."

"So, basically my uterus is a death trap and his swimmers can't swim?" I asked once more.

"That is correct. Your chances of concieving naturally are slimmer than Twilight being more popular than Harry Potter. Basically, next to nothing. There are some options. Surrogacy, implantation using a sperm doner and adoption. Talk about it for a few minutes while I fetch myself a waterbottle." He walked out of the room.

"Well?" I asked turning towards Gibby.

"I dunno. The sperm doner isn't appealing. And adoption could take up to another 2 years to do. I think we should go with surrogacy. It'd be our bun, just in someone else's oven." Gibby said.

"True. Surrogacy is the best choice. Question is, who would be the surrogate mother?" I asked.

"I will." Sam volunteered.

"You would?" I asked.

"Of course Carls! You and Gibby are my best friends. Plus, this can be your early birthday present from me."

"Are you sure?" I asked once more.

"Do you realize how many sacraficing you'd have to do? No drinking, dating or anything for 9 months. Your body's going to go through so much change. Plus, morning sickness, mood swings, labor. Are you sure you wanna do all that?" Gibby asked.

"I'm 100% positive. I wanna do this." Sam smiled at me. We embraced as Gibby joined us. Dr. Carlson came in a moment later.

"Have we come to a decision yet?"

'Yes, we're going with surrogacy. My friend, Sam, is willing to be the surrogate mother."

"Ok, I'll set up the appointment for next month."

...

We left the doctors office and were headed to Puckett's Pit for lunch. As we entered, Sam's stupid new waitress, Huuang, ran up with a note.

"Miss Puckett, man in corner of restraunt wants to talk to you. He over there." She pointed to a brunette man sitting and drinking coffee. He was facing the back wall so they couldn't see his face.

"Thanks Huuang." Sam replied coldly as we walked over to the man.

"Excuse me, sir?" The man turned around in his chair and looked at us.

"Sir?" He answered. "That's a little formal, isn't it?" We all then realized that it was Freddie.

"Dorkstein!" He got up and they hugged. He hugged me and Gibby as well as we all sat down.

"HUUANG! MENUS, NOW!" Sam screamed across the room. The little chinese woman came running with 4 menus.

"Wow Sam. You've got her whipped." Freddir remarked.

"Shut up Freddork."

"I can't believe after all these years of not seeing me you continue to harass me and call me names. Well, I guess some people never change." He shurged and continued looking at his menu. The 4 of them ordered their food and continued small talk.

"So, how's operation 'get knocked up' going?" Freddie asked me.

"Well, it's going, actually. We just went to the doctor before we came here and we're having a surrogate carry our baby."

"Aww, that's fantastic! Who's the surrogate?" Freddie asked while taking a sip of his coke.

"That would be me!" Sam pointed to herself. Freddie started to choke on his drink. Sam whacked him on the back.

"That didn't help the situation any!" He snapped at her.

"I know. I just like hitting you." He rolled his eyes.

"You mean hitting on me?" Freddie winked.

"Shut up!" Sam snorted. Freddie rolled his eyes once again and got back on topic.

"So, you're going to be pregnant?"

"Pretty much."

"The imagine of pregnant Sam scares me." Freddie admitted.

"It scares us all." Gibby said.

"I've calmed down over the years. I've only been arrested twice this year!" Sam argued.

"It's only February!" Freddie exclaimed.

"And your point would be..."

"Whatever. When's she getting the embryo's implanted?"

"Next month."

"Shoot, I was hoping I'd be there. I'll probably still be in New York packing. Afterall, that will be a huge day for all 3 of you."

"Aww, you'll be there in sprit sweetie." I said while patting his arm. We ate our food and paid the bill. Once we got outside, we all went our separate ways. Freddie and Sam walking one way, Gibby and I walked hand in hand to the car the other way.

"I can't believe we're going to have a baby in 9 months."

"It's unreal, ain't it?" He said as he opened my car door for me.

"It's almost a dream." I whispered to myself.