“Dr. Simms your last patient of the day is here and ready for you.” My head nurse Nicole said walking into my office taking me out of thoughts and a stack of paperwork that was on my desk.
“I’ll be right there, thank you.” I walked towards the room and took a glance over the file of my last patient.
As a pediatrician, I’ve seen a lot of things since opening my practice a few years ago. It was one of the happiest days of my entire medical career to have my own practice. Despite having hectic days when I couldn’t fit in a lunch break I loved my job and wouldn’t change it for the world. It’s cute seeing a four-year-old trying to boss their parent and make them think that they are okay when they are sick.
But once they see that they have to get a shot, they run right into their mothers or fathers arm. I was the same way and to this day cannot take a shot alone. Becoming a pediatrician has always been a dream of mine, I loved kids and I loved helping people get better. This job allows me to do both. Even on the rare occasion when I have to report a parent for child abuse. Breaks my heart, but I know that I have to do it if that child is in danger.
My last patient was a first-time mom that thought her son had chicken pox but actually had a diaper rash. She thought it was something else, but after reassuring her that it was only a diaper rash she was fine. From what she told me her husband had died while deployed in Afghanistan. And it was a few months before she gave birth and most of her family lived in New York and rarely visited. But her husband’s family lived in San Diego. And we’re planning to move closer to help her with the baby until he got old enough for preschool.
I could relate to her when it came to not having your own family close by. I moved out to California to go to college and loved it here, a lot more than the little town in Georgia that I grew up in. So much so that I ended up staying for medical school. I interned at one of the best pediatric hospitals in California who offered me a job where I worked for a few years. I ended up opening a practice of my own after working with a few of the most respected pediatricians in the state. What made my practice different from others is that I opened for a few hours on Saturday. I always believed that emergencies can happen at any time. And that people preferred to see their regular doctor instead of going to urgent care. Where the doctor doesn’t have all the information needed or has a bad attitude.
I was grateful that some family and friends were nearby. Who could support me whenever I needed them when I got discouraged. I had met a few people that I became close with after living here for a few years.
One of those people being Kason Miller. Six foot two inches of pure muscle, covered in the most beautiful tattoos, and an absolute playboy. He liked to call me his southern charm because of the accent I get whenever I’m mad at him. I’d never been a fan of boxing but when my friends invited me to a girls weekend in Vegas I thought why not.
I happened to run into a guy that couldn’t take no for an answer at a bar and Kason came to my rescue. At first, I didn’t know who the hell he was but I thanked him before leaving to catch up with my friends. We happened to have tickets to his match, so was I surprised to see my hero get into the ring. He claims I gave him good luck because he won the match with a knockout and hasn’t lost since we met.
After his fight he had his agent Sam, invite us to his dressing room so that he could talk to me. And invited us all out to an after-party that he was hosting at a nearby club. One too many drinks later, I ended up naked next to him. Even though the sex was amazing we both agreed that it could only be that. We went our separate ways, until I ran into him again at the gym I frequented and he asked me out. I accepted but we both agreed to be friends and have been close ever since.
I finished all the paperwork I had been putting off. And made sure that I had everything locked away before leaving for the day. I made it home in enough time to change and head to the airport. I tried to make most of his matches when I wasn’t drained from work. I had told him a few days ago that I wouldn’t be able to make this match due to a prior engagement. Since that got canceled I decided to surprise him since I had nothing else to do this weekend.
“Amara!” As I walked into the arena I heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw that it was Kason walking towards me in his signature pre-fight sweatsuit.
“Shouldn’t you be warming up?” I asked while giving him a hug
“Thought you said you couldn’t make it and I was about to but I remembered that I needed to ask you a big favor before I forgot.”
“Plans changed so I decided to surprise you. What do you need Kason?”
“My mom is coming to LA next week and I wanted to know if you could pick her up front the airport for me. And hang out with her for a few hours while I finish up with training. And convince her that I am fine being single and do not need to settle down and give her grandchildren any time soon. ”
“Yeah, your mom loves me but I’ll have to reschedule some appointments so you owe me big.”
“You know I got you baby girl.” He said giving me his signature smile.
“Stop calling me that.”
“You know you like it, now give me my good luck kiss.” He said puckering his lips and closing his eyes. I grabbed his head bringing him to my level and kissed his forehead. I walked away laughing at his shocked expression.
“I’m going to get you back baby girl.”
“Whatever Kason.” I made my way back to my seat that was near the wives/girlfriend/current fling section. Or what I liked to call it the Main Chick section. I knew most of the guys were faithful to their women. But some had their side chicks scattered throughout the arena. What was sad to me is that some women knew about their man’s infidelity and still stayed with them. Is this what relationships have come to these days? Working to be a mans main chick and pretending that he doesn’t have others on the side? This is why I’ve taken a hiatus on the dating scene and have focused on work.
As I walked to my seat I passed a few of the wives and girlfriends that I knew who waved and smiled at me. It took them a while to not think I was some groupie using Kason. When they figured out we were only friends I managed to make a few great relationships. When I attend Kason’s fights I don’t sit with them but a few rows behind with Kason’s friend Jake, who was also a fighter and Sam.
“What were you and Killer flirting about this time?”
“We don’t flirt, and if you must know he asked me to pick his mom up from the airport. And take her out for a few hours to keep her busy while you two were off training.”
“More like distract her so that he can make his apartment presentable for his mama. And get rid of his nighttime guest or guests before she arrives and tells him he needs to settle down.”
“That too,” I said laughing in agreement.
“You know one day that is going to get old.”
“The day that Kason “the Killer” Miller settles down will be the day that hell freezes over. I would love to meet the woman that gets that man to finally settle down, because she has to be some kind of special.”
“He’s waiting for the right girl. Isn’t that what you’re doing? Waiting for Mr. Right.”
“Whoever she is, is going to have her work cut out for her because that man is something special. That ship sailed for me a long time ago, especially after all that happened with Marco.”
“You might be meeting her sooner than you think. And you never know you might meet him in an unexpected person.”
Something about Jake’s words threw me off guard and I thought about it for most of Kason’s fight.
Like always Kason won and we all decided to hang out at a nearby club after the match. Since I came to as many of his fights as I could Kason let me stay at his apartment instead of always having to pay for a hotel. I had stayed so often that his place that he let me have my own room that he let me decorate. He always made sure that his kitchen had my favorite foods and favorite bottle of wine and beer.
Before going to sleep I started thinking about what Jake said. I knew I was nowhere near finding my Mr. Right anytime soon but I felt that something was missing from my life. I started to think about what I needed to feel content with my life. Thirty was soon approaching and although I had accomplished most of the goals I set for myself. Something was still missing. Even though I hadn’t thought about it in awhile, it was something that I had wanted to do for a long time.
Having a baby.
Only problem was I wasn’t married or in a steady relationship with someone, I wanted to have a baby with. Throughout the weekend I thought about it and looked up the options that I had. There were sperm banks, foster care, adoption, and even hiring a surrogate. I narrowed it down between a going to a sperm bank or starting the adoption process. I knew that I wanted my child to know their father and for him to be active in the child’s life. But I also knew that the adoption process could take years. And that me being a single parent wouldn’t help my chances much. Stuck at a crossroad I called my best friend, Valerie. We met our senior year of high school and have been friends ever since. I was the youngest in the class and often got teased for it but Valerie always stuck up for me. I knew she’d always be my best friend when she applied to UCLA with me and agreed to be my roommate.
“Hey, Amara what’s up?”
“I have a dilemma and need your help solving it.”
“Okay, what is it.”
“I want to have a baby, but I don’t want some random man’s sperm injected into me. I also know that the adoption process could take a while to complete. But I also don’t want to ask a random man for his sperm.”
“I’m sorry you want to what?”
“I wanna have a baby, I’ve got all this love and no one to give it to.”
“That Los Angeles smog has gotten to your brain Amara.”
“I’m serious Val, I’ve been feeling like somethings been missing in my life.”
“And you believe that having a baby is what it is.”
“You don’t always have to get sperm from a sperm bank or ask a random man for his sperm.”
“Where else would I get it from? You want me to audition guys for their sperm?”
“No, I mean to ask a guy friend that you trust, knowing you most of them would fit your idea of a good dad.”
“Yeah, but all in serious relationships.”
“Not all, a certain boxer comes to mind.”
“Kason, no way he would agree to this.”
“You never know unless you ask.”
“But wouldn’t it make things awkward between us?”
“Only if you two make it awkward. If you want this baby like you say you want it, you would ask him.”
“Fine, I will ask him when he comes over. Thanks for your help.”
“You’re welcome, I know you can’t function without me being there with you.”
I hung up and thought of ways to ask Kason about fathering my child. I couldn’t come out saying “Hey Kace can I borrow your sperm?” That’d be weird and he’d laugh thinking it was a joke. I didn’t have much time to think because he walked in carrying a bag of food with him.
Although his fights were in Vegas, Kason spent most of his time in California training. When it got closer to his fights he'd train in Vegas. It was common for him to come over for dinner or for me to come home and find him chilling on my couch.
“I thought since I’m about to go in this promotional road trip you would cook for me. You know so I won’t have withdrawals.”
“Such a charmer, yeah I’ll cook for you.” I laughed leading him into the kitchen. He helped me cook and we sat on the couch catching up on the episode of Game of Thrones that we missed.
“You’ve seemed out of it these past couple days, what’s up?”
“Amara I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s bothering you.”
“Okay fine, remember that favor you said you owe me.”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I wanna cash it in now.”
“Okay, what is it?” He asked confused. I took a big sip of the wine I was drinking before turning to look him in the eye and saying
“I’m sorry can you say that again and slower.”
“I want you to be the father of my baby.”
“How much of this wine have you been drinking?” He asked taking the wine glass out of my hand and laughing
“Kason I’m serious. I want to have a baby but I know I don’t have the tolerance to be in a relationship. And I don’t want some random guys sperm injected into me.”
“I trust you and I know that you’d be a great father to my child.”
“I need time to think about this, that’s a lot to take in.”
“It’s fine, and I won’t feel bad if you say no.”
“I’ll see you when I’ll get back. Good night Amara.”
“Night.” He left without another word leaving me to my thoughts and the rest of my wine.
In the middle of the night, my phone started ringing. “Hello.”
“I’ll do it but I have conditions.”
“Okay, what are they?”
“I want to be in the child’s life, I don’t care if they call me dad or uncle. I want to be there for my child.”
“He or she can know that you’re their father Kace. We can co-parent, anything else.”
“I want to be a part of everything, all the appointments, and stuff. I also don’t want you to let this consume you like you let everything else. We may not get pregnant on the first try and I don’t want you getting upset that it didn’t happen as fast you thought it would.”
“Okay, I’ll try my hardest. Thank you Kason, this means a lot to me.”
“I know, I’d do anything to make you happy Amara. I’ll see you in a few days okay. Love you.”
“Love you to Kace.”