Who: Deidre Merrick and Anthony Merrick What: Deidre's maternal urges are rearing their head. When: This evening Where: Their apartment Warnings: Um, mention of womanly things?
The last thing Deidre thought she'd want at age fifty was to become a mother. The fact of the matter was, she had never really regretted not having children before. She did, after all, have nieces and nephews to spoil whenever she was in town. Sure, when she was younger the fancy entered her head every once in while when things were getting serious with a guy, but the guy had never turned out to be the right one. Until now.
Even though their marriage had been contrived by their headmates, Deidre knew she couldn't have asked for a better husband. He was charming, funny, sweet, and devoted. The longer they were together, the more her faint fears regarding whether it was her or Ariel that he really loved began to fade. This was a man she could see herself starting a family with. The only problem was that it was a little too late for her to be thinking about having a kid.
True, she hadn't quite hit menopause yet, but she could feel it starting to set in and knew it was only a matter of time before it became full blown. Even if this wasn't the case, though, a pregnancy at her age would just be plain risky for both her and for the baby. So that left two options: adoption or surrogacy. While Deidre realized the former would probably be more practical, she couldn't shake her desire for a baby girl with Anthony's puppy dog eyes and maybe her smile. Yes, that would be ideal.
Before any decisions were made, however, Deidre knew she'd have to talk to Anthony. When he came home from the recording studio that evening, he'd find her waiting in the living room, flipping through a magazine that she was only half paying attention to. She looked up with a smile as he entered the room, saying, "Welcome home."