Bear My Babies

The question took him off guard, he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell her. She’d asked so casually, and sat with her pen poised above her notebook to simply log the number as part of a statistic. Finally, he cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter as he counted in his head.

“Seventeen,” he finally said, not sure if he was a number or two off.

“Okay.” She wrote without a word, but her eyes had widened. He knew that was a large number for most people, but it was over a bit of time. He had a feeling she was shocked by the number. He wondered how innocent Melissa was, and what her sheets looked like. Shaking his head, he cleared all those thoughts away and waited for her next question.

“These are women you’ve tried more than once with?”

“Most of them, yes.” He smiled, remembering some of the more adventurous ladies he’d bedded.

She stopped and looked at him. “Women you’ve had one night stands with agreed to get pregnant?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t sleep with someone without telling them what they were in for. What kind of person do you think I am?” He’d had one night stands in the way that the women just were with him for one night, but he’d never tried to make a baby with someone he didn’t know. The good thing was he didn’t have to tell her how many people he’d slept with that he hadn’t tried to make a baby with, and he was happy about that.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”

“All but three of them I tried several times with.”

“This was over the course of weeks, or months?”

“I had two serious girlfriends. One when I was twenty-one and one when I was twenty-seven. The first and I tried for two years, with the second a year and a half.”

“These women aren’t in the picture anymore. Would either be willing to try the treatment to help you now that we might be able to help you along?”

“No, they aren’t in the picture,” he said loudly and felt himself flush with heat.

“Moving on, tell me about the positions you mostly tried in.”

“Is that necessary?” he asked, suddenly not wanting to reveal every bit of his s*x life to a stranger.

“Yes, I need to know everything.”

“I’m not telling you details, I’m sorry.”

“Fine, I’ll use my imagination.”

He watched her and caught the red that flooded her cheeks. Smirking he sat up in the chair.

“Oh you will, will you?”

“Please Mr. McMillian, give me more credit than that.”

“Isn’t there a way you can just type up a questionnaire of all the things you want to know, and just let me fill it out at my leisure?” he asked.

“I suppose that I could do that.”

“All right then, you do that while I think about whether or not this seems like something I can do. Tell me Miss Rancic, do you make a lot of money working here?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I’m just curious.”

“I love my work, Mr. McMillian, that’s all that matters to me.” She crossed her arms and stomped a foot.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”

He smiled to himself as he walked out of her office. A plan was forming in his mind, but he needed to know more about the redhead before he put it into place. She was pretty, smart, and willing to do the treatment. There wasn’t really anything else he needed in a good candidate.

Walking downstairs, he got into his car and told the driver to take him to his P.I., Blair. If anyone could help him find out some information, it was Blair Schmitt.

***

“So you want to know if she needs money.” Blair cut the end of a cigar and offered it to him. Thomas waved it off and looked around the office.

“Yes, if there’s a chance she would accept a lot of money to bear a child for me. I think I have a good shot, because she’s really into her research and wants to see this happen.”

“Is she hot?”

“Not that it matters, but yes she is.” Thomas thought about her pretty face and the excitement she had for her job. There was no denying she was sexy.

Blair Schmitt wasn’t a real private investigator, but he was a rich business man who loved to find things out about people. He was also one of the only other were-bears Thomas knew was in the area. They’d been friends since grade school and he could always count on him when he needed to know something. In the past, it had been information on a potential client, this would be something Blair would jump all over. He did the side P.I. stuff just for the fun of it. He would trail someone and do extensive research on them just for fun. He fancied himself a modern day Dick Tracy and even had the hat.

“That makes it better.” He wiggled his brows and typed furiously into some database he had while holding the cigar in his mouth.

“How long until you’ll have some information?” For a brief moment, he felt a little guilty for digging up information behind her back, but he just had a feeling she was the one to help him. He needed some kind of assurance she would have no choice but to accept a hefty offer of money.

***

Melissa was excited at the prospect of finally being able to study her theory. Mr. McMillian was easy to look at so she’d just blabbed her whole life story to him right away. Usually, she was pretty reserved with those sorts of things. Something about him just made her want to open up, she’d have to be careful with that in the future especially when she met the mother of his future child.

“Who was that gorgeous specimen?” Tilly rushed into the room clutching a clipboard. Her assistant was the only other person who worked in Melissa’s office. She lived for the clipboard and always had it whether she had something to give to Melissa or not. She was also completely man crazy and was always willing to talk about how good looking someone was.

“A client, Tilly, what’s going on?”