|Baby On My Mind
Author: Cookie VanDeKamp PM
Annie and Liza start a family. Annie/Liza, Liza's POVRated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Romance - Words: 462 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Published: 06-03-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7046987
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"Liza, I want to have a baby."
The words came out of the blue. My wife (well, girlfriend, since gay marriage isn't allowed, but I call her my wife), Annie, was looking out the window at the birds when she said it.
"What?" I asked.
She turned to me. "I want to have a baby," she repeated. Seeing my perplexed expression, she added, "I mean, if you're not ready, we can wait and all, but, well, I love you, Liza. And I want to have a kid with you."
I thought about that for a moment. I loved Annie, of course, and of course I wanted to have kids someday, but we were only 22, which is still pretty young. On the other hand, raising a kid with Annie sounded wonderful.
"How would we go about getting the baby?" I asked her. "Adoption? Sperm donor?"
"Okay… Um, when would this be, exactly?"
"Whenever you're ready, I guess."
"Annie, I want to have a kid with you, but…" I sighed. "I'm not ready now, okay?"
"Okay. I can wait."
"Jenny," Annie said softly one night, while we were trying to get to sleep.
"Hmm? Who's Jenny?" I asked, rolling over to look at her.
"When we have a kid, maybe we should name her Jenny. Or maybe Becca."
I smiled. "And what if we decide we want a boy instead?"
"…Luke. Definitely Luke."
I was supposed to be designing a new building for a rich customer. Instead, my mind kept on drifting to Heather (Annie had decided that Heather was obviously a better name than Jenny or Becca. Also, she seemed to refuse the idea that we might want a boy). When would I get to meet her? Could I ever be a good mom? Suddenly, I realized.
I called Annie at home.
"Annie, it's me."
"Oh, hi, Liza."
"I'm ready. I want a baby."
"I'll be back soon," Annie promised, kissing me. It was finally time to finalize the adoption of the soon-to-be-our baby girl. Since gay adoption wasn't allowed, Annie hadn't told them about me. What they didn't couldn't hurt them.
Finally, she returned, with a baby girl in her arms.
"Liza," she said, smiling, "I want you to meet Miranda."
I rushed forward. A beautiful child was asleep in a bundle of green blankets. A tuft of red hair was already growing.
"Let's get her to the crib," I whispered, referring to the crib we'd bought a few weeks before.
As our baby— Miranda Aubrey Kenyon-Winthrop— slept, I pulled Annie close.
"I love you."
She grinned. "I love you too. And so will Miranda."
And she did.