Ginger Ward and Lena Thomas, two 30-year-old lawyers decide to have a baby. With the flip of a coin, Lena is selected to be impregnated by Alex Anderson, Ginger's high school sweetheart and a U.S. Navy pilot, during a weekend tryst. Will the weekend leave the couple with more than they were expecting?
One of our married girlfriends had a baby boy. For a long time, that was the only thing we talked about. We babysat every chance we got. We were both over thirty and we began ruminating about that damn biological clock.
We both had good jobs with the government and made enough money for childcare and all the other things we would need to look after and support a baby.
Like smart people do, we flipped a coin. Lena won. She would carry the baby.
Our options were limited. The sperm bank was out of the question; we didn’t want our child implanted by a turkey baster.
“This is the only reason to fuck a dick with a man attached,” Lena said.
Our favorite option was getting Lena pregnant the old-fashioned way. “We need a man to provide the sperm to fertilize my egg.”
The question was who would be the lucky guy?
“What about James? He had a crush on you and he’s working for the State Department.” I was pretty sure he would happily volunteer to spend a weekend in bed with her.
“No. I want the baby to have some of your features. I want it to be part of both of us.”
We couldn’t think of any red-headed guys, certainly not any we liked.
And then I thought about Alex. He wasn’t redheaded but his dark brown hair was close enough for me. I pulled out my high school yearbooks and showed Alex’s photos to Lena.
“He’s your old boyfriend,” she said, her reluctance clear in her voice.
“But I’m not sleeping with him. I’m sleeping with you,” I reminded her. “I love you.”
Lena mulled it over for a while.
“Will he agree?” she asked.
“I don’t know. He isn’t married, at least I don’t think he is. He was still in the Navy the last time I heard anything about him,” I told her.
For a day or two we talked about how to contact Alex. We decided on social media. We searched on Facebook and connected with Alex within two days.
‘What happened to us? That Christmas, I wanted to ask you to marry me,’ he wrote.
‘I probably would have said yes. But it wouldn’t have worked,’ I wrote back.
I gave him my telephone number and asked him to call me.
Two o’clock that morning my phone rang.
“Hello.” I stuttered into the receiver.
“Ginger, this is Alex.” His voice rattled in my ear. “I just realized you might still be on the east coast. It’s eleven o’clock in San Diego and I just got off duty.”
For an hour, we talked about the past and the present. And then I told him about Lena and our desire for a child. I asked for his help.
“You want me to father your child?” the incredulity clear in his voice.
“Yes, but you would impregnate Lena.” I carefully explained.
“How are we going to do that? By overnight mail?” Alex asked.
“We were thinking about in person.” I held my breath.
“I’m coming out there to have sex with her?” He chuckled.
“No. We’ll come there and spend a weekend with you.”
“I’m stationed on a ship docked alongside the pier,” he explained.
“Give us a weekend when you’ll be available and we’ll book a hotel.” He could only say yes or no.
“Let me think about it and get back to you.”
Lena had been in the bed beside me listening to my end of the conversation. “Do you think he’ll do it?” she asked. “The weekend after next would be a good time in my cycle.”
“I don’t know. From the sound of his voice, I think he might still be angry about what happened between us. We’ll see,” I said. I cuddled her until we fell back to sleep.
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