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[A/N] I have a feeling that things are going to get tensed and that some of you are not really happy about the direction I'm heading to with this story. However it is impossible to please everyone.

queenred12; I actually know several lesbians who want their brothers to be the donor for their kid. My ex wanted that too because she and her bro were thick like…well, I'm just trying to say that it's not really that uncommon. Wouldn't it be difficult for the child that the father is the uncle? Yeah, probably, but let's face it, however they form a family it won't be easy.

As for the surrogate mother thing – I love that idea too. But it wouldn't change the fact that we would still need a donor, would it?

This chapter is dedicated to Larriss and the-poetry-of-ink. Hope you'll enjoy.

**Chapter 67**

I wiped my sweating hands on my shirt and almost spilled the content of my coffee cup all over the table when I reached out for it. Damn it, why did I always have to be so damn nervous.

"Your wife is a little bit nervous today, isn't she?"

Ali cleared her throat and squeezed my hand under the table.

"Maybe a little bit. Do you want some more cake?"

"Yes, please. It's really good. Way better than that chocolate caramel stuff you ordered for the wedding."

"I helped Auntie Ali to make it." Lilly mumbled with a full mouth.

"See, I knew there was a reason behind the delicious taste."

I poured him a glass of orange juice that he emptied in one gulp.

"Can I go and play with Fido now?"

I nodded my head and handed her a few low-fat biscuits…yes, they sell fat-free snacks for dogs too…poor dogs.

"You can give these to him and put the marshmallows back, Lilly. He'll get sick if you feed him with candy."

She grabbed the calf-sized dog at the metal collar around his neck and guided him out in the garden.

"I can't believe how much the dog eats. Are you sure that there's nothing wrong with him?"

I sighed and started rubbing small circles all over the exposed skin on Ali's arm.

"The vet says, he's okay, just a little too fat. The problem is that we can't watch Lilly 24/7 to stop her from feeding him with everything she can find."

He chuckled, and I wondered if I had already put enough sugar in my coffee. It still didn't taste sweet enough to me.

"Look, there is something that we wanted to ask you."

"If you're trying to shove that dog off to me, the answer is no. I'm not that good with animals. Plus he doesn't smell too good."

"That's just because Lilly bathed him again. And no, we don't want to ask you to take the dog. Lilly would be so mad at us, if we did that."

Ali squeezed my hand again, before she put it to her mouth to plant a kiss on each of my knuckles.

"The two of you are kind of cute together." he stated cheerfully.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"We're trying our best."

I cleared my throat nervously before I spoke up again.

"Benjamin, if we asked you to do something for us, would you do it?"

"Is it something legal?"

"Hmm,"

"You're not trying to hire me to kill off your ex-husband, are you? I can't do that, although I could really need some extra money right now."

Ali burst out into laughter and somehow that managed to lessen the unpleasant tension inside of me at least a little bit.

"No, it's not that. The idea is tempting though."

I took another sip from my already cold coffee that now tasted way too sweet after I had added about four spoons of sugar.

"We wanted to ask you, if you…," I coughed, unable to bring out the words. God, this was so incredibly embarrassing.

"Bella…I mean, we thought it would be a good idea to use you."

"Use me as what?"

"The donor for our baby,"

I sighed in relief that I had finally managed to stumble it out, hoping that the thick layer of makeup I had put on today would be able to hide my blush.

"Say something, please." Ali whispered after a few awkward moments of silence that felt like hours to me.

"Please,"

"I don't know what to say. This isn't really what I had expected."

"Just forget it." I told him quickly.

"Can we just pretend that we never asked you? Jeez, this is so embarrassing."

"You're embarrassed about anything, Bella."

He started playing with the rubber bands around his left wrist.

"I wouldn't have to touch you, would I. Because I don't think that I could…god, the thought alone makes me sick."

"No, you wouldn't. Of course not, that would be…gross."

"You want to use a turkey baster or something like that? I'm sure we have something like that in our kitchen at home."

I have a certain feeling that Thanks Giving will never be the same to me again…

"Benjamin, we're still talking about the if and not about the how, which would be none of your concern anyway."

He took her hand in his and squeezed it for a moment before he turned it around to look at the silver bracelet she was wearing.

"I can't believe that he gave you mom's bracelet. My father must really like you a great deal."

"Hmm,"

"Look, this is really important to me and Bella. So, please just say yes or no so that she can stop squeezing my hand so tightly that she's almost crashing my fingers."

I instantly loosened my grip.

"Sorry, I'm just so terribly nervous." I mumbled so low that my voice was barely audible.

"You are always nervous, Bella." Benjamin stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I'd really like to know, why me? It's not that I'm not willing to do it, but…,"

"You want to do it?" My voice raised two octaves while Ali wrapped her arms around him to plant several kisses all over his face.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. This means so much to us."

He wiped a bit of Ali's lipstick off his cheek before he spoke up again.

"Hello? Earth to Bella and Ali? I said that I would do it…generally, but there are still things that I need to know. Have you thought about how weird it might be for the child that the uncle and the father are basically the same person? That would be confusing…for all of us."

"Only if he or she knew…but we're not planning on telling the child. You don't have to worry that we expect you to take over any responsibility for the kid. It's going to be ours. All you have to do is…you-know-what-I-mean into a cup."

"So this is really all that you want me to be? A fucking sperm donor?"

To my surprise he sounded hurt now, really hurt.

"We want the baby to be ours."

"Don't you think I know that, Ali?"

"Then I don't understand why you're reacting like that. Weren't you the one that told us not to make such a fuss about the donor for he didn't matter anyway?"

"So, I don't matter to you –fine. Just give me a stupid cup and I jiizz into it in your bathroom; happy to be at your service, Mrs. Swan."

XXXX

When Angela called me a week later and suggested that we could meet to have lunch together, I instantly felt nervous.

Benjamin had switched all his shifts with Leah, so that he wouldn't have to see me too much. Jeez, he really was pissed at me for the donor thing.

"Hi, Bella." she greeted me, standing up from her chair.

I realized that her eyes were all red and puffy like she had been crying for a very long time.

"Hello, Ela. Are you okay?"

I hugged her, and she started sobbing again. A few moments later she pulled back, wiping her running nose on a wrinkled tissue in her hand.

"Something is wrong with him, but he won't tell me."

She searched for a fresh tissue in her handbag and sighed deeply.

"He obviously thinks that I'm not only stupid but blind too for he thinks he can act so weird without me noticing it."

I sighed deeply and took her hand in mine to squeeze it gently.

"Benjamin will calm down again. Look, we shouldn't…,"

"Benjamin? What's wrong with him?"

I bit my own tongue to keep me from telling her that I had literally planned on making her a grandma…technically. God, this whole situation was getting more complicated the more you thought about it.

"Nothing," I whispered finally.

"I haven't really seen him much in the last days."

"That's because he's spending all of his time with Seth as long as he's in Seattle. Didn't you know that Benjamin has a little crush on him?"

"Hmm, yeah...of course, I just forgot about it."

She took a sip from the glass of wine in front of her and sighed deeply.

"Bella, you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about this. Benjamin would probably freak if he knew."

"What's wrong?"

"I think he's having an affair." her voice came out like a broken record, almost cracking at the end and she took several deep breaths to hold back new tears.

"You think Benjamin is having an affair? And that makes you cry?"

"No, not Benjamin…Stefan."

"Oh crap, are you sure about that, Ela?"

She nodded her head.

"Oh Ela, I'm so sorry about that. Look, if there is anything that I can do for you…," like giving you Zafrina's phone number or something like that…

"I can't believe this is happening to me. It's like I'm trapped in a nightmare and can't wake up."

"Does he know that you know?"

"No, he doesn't. Like I said, he probably thinks that I'm too stupid to know."

"Ela, you are not stupid. And just for the record; this is not your fault."

"I don't care."

"Are you…do you want to talk about it with him?"

"What the fuck would talk help in my situation, Bella!" her voice raised two octaves, sounding way too shrill now in my ears. Was she about to have a nervous breakdown in the middle of the restaurant?

"Try to calm down." I told her, handing her a new tissue that she crumpled nervously between her fingers.

"If you don't want to talk to him, you don't have to. You don't have to see him ever again, actually, if that is what you need."

"But I love him. How can he do something like that to me?"

I squeezed her hand again and tried to think of a good answer to respond to her. Something that didn't used the stereotypical 'all man are assholes' or something like that. Why did things like that have to happen anyway? This was so unfair.

"How did you find out about the affair?" I asked her when she managed to bring her sobbing under control again.

"He's just acting so strange in the last weeks."

"Why didn't you say anything about that any sooner?"

"I kind of hoped that it would stop. God, Bella, I don't want to lose him."

"What do you mean, he's acting strange?"

"He's always calling someone on his cell when he thinks that I can't hear him and then there's the food thing."

"Food thing?"

"All of a sudden he's eating salad and carrots all the time. I know how much he hates healthy food. I once made a tofu burger for him and he asked if I wanted to poison him with that stuff. He said that he didn't come to America to eat rabbit food."

"Maybe he's just trying to get in shape."

"To be more attractive for his Miranda whore?"

"Miranda? You know the name of his affair?"

She nodded her head.

"I redialed the last call on his cell and she picked up. Miranda Brown. That's the name of the stupid bitch."

"Did you talk to her?"

"No, I just hang up. What the hell should I tell her though? Please stop fucking my husband?"

"And what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll talk to Stefan and ask him to stop the affair, or maybe he'll talk to me when his bad conscious gets worse…whatever happens first."

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

[A/N] Hmm, you didn't really think that Benjamin would say yes that easily, did you? Would be far too easy, wouldn't it? This is a soap opera after all. We have to keep things…well, you know.

And what is going on with Angela's hubby? Are all men equal or is there more behind his affair?

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