Baby 84 - Part 1 of 2

NOTE

There's some more mature language in this post.  No swearing but just more mature topics in this post than usual.  Not sure if this post really needs the warning but I just thought I'd throw it out here.

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CALISTA'S POINT OF VIEW

Liam is great with the new babies and Sindy and Mei have taken a great interest in them.  Although I don't trust the girls to babysit the babies, I let them feed and play with the babies under my supervision.

Liam ages up into a young adult.  He is still going strong with his boyfriend, Gage Callahan.  I'm so proud of him for going against the norm and accepting his differences.

The triplets age up into teens next.  Mei grows up into quite the rebel and drama queen.  She appreciates her unique looks and dresses up a bit maturely to accentuate her lovely figure.

Sindy is almost exactly the same as her older-by-five-minutes sister.  They both crop their red hair in short pixie-like hairstyles.

Alex has also become quite the charmer.  He grows out his blue hair to a shaggy yet groomed look.

Harrison is a serious little boy and into race cars like his father.

Neither Lacie nor her sister, Alice, got their father's skin tone so I was hoping that they'd get his hair or eyes.  Boy was I wrong.  Lacie grows up with jet black hair and dark purple eyes that aren't the same purple as her father's.  She's definitely a cutie though.

So is her sister.  Alice gets dark brown hair and green eyes.  I pull their hair back in pigtails that are oh-so-cute.

"Does this look good?" I ask the cats.  Kiara voices her answer with a loud yowl.  I purse my lips and remember that I'm talking to a bunch of cats.

I hear the door of my bedroom open.  It's early morning and the kids are already awake and watching their morning cartoons.  I guess this little one left the fun to join me in my muck of a mess.  I've decided to go to a psychologist to help me deal with my break up with Luke and to help me to decide what to do.  My friend, Laura Johanson, had suggested it, as she had gone to a psychologist to help her with her issues and it seemed to do a good job (at least, she didn't get worse).

The little padded feet slowly hobble over the carpet until they reach me.  I pick up Alice and give her a big hug.

"Now your big brother and sisters are going to take care of you, okay?  Mommy is going to the doctor.  I'll see you tonight though."

"Can I get a night kiss?"  She asks, her eyes big with worry.

"Of course sweetie.  I will always kiss you goodnight."

"So, how do I look?"  I ask Laura, who has come over to assist me in my visit.  This time, I'm actually asking someone who can reply, which is a good sign.

"Well...," she ponders scrunching up her face.  "It could be worse."

"What do you mean 'it could be worse' you crazy lady?"  I almost shout.

"Calista, you're single.  You're pretty.  No, you're hot.  Therefore, you should be showing off that body of yours pronto, not just covering it up with old lady clothes," she demands.  I look at her confused.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.  Then she yanks open my many drawers full of clothing.  She lifts up a dress that I had received a while ago.  Truthfully, I didn't even know I had it.

"This is more like it," she smiles approvingly at it.

"I don't know... it seems a little... slutty?"  I say searching for the right word.

"Exactly, and that's what we're going for," she agrees.

I don't grab the dress from her outstretched hand right away.  Instead, I retort, "Well, look who's talking,  Miss 'You-Should-Wear-Slutty-Clothing.'  Have you seen what you're wearing?  It's no worse than what I'm wearing right now."

"Of course it is!  But regardless, I was going to change... now, do you have anything that's not blue...?"

She talks to herself as she rummages through my already messed up drawers of clothing.  While she's looking for an outfit for herself, I strip and put on the dress that she picked out.

She stops and turns to me, "Perfect!" she says.

Although I feel uncomfortable out of my mind, I feel a surge of pride and a sense of accomplishment.  After retouching my make-up and watching Laura mess up my wardrobe, we finally make it out to the car and drive over to the psychologist's office.

Upon walking in, we noticed the ditziest receptionist ever.

"Hey, I recognize her...," Laura whispers in my ear.

We walk up to the desk together and I inspect the woman.  At first, I don't think she's wearing a shirt but then I realize it's made of some see through material and two giant hands are covering her..., I nearly faint.  Are people really allowed to wear those kinds of outfits in public?  And her hair... don't even get me started on that.  I suppose that's the best dye job she could get with her lousy receptionist pay.

She's also very into her computer screen.

"Excuse me," I say.  I clear my throat.

"I'm here for my appointment with Mr. Ferris."

Laura taps her foot impatiently and I look around the too-pink waiting area.  The receptionist doesn't even lift her barbie doll head.  Finally, I nearly shout, "My name is Calista Smith and I'm here for my appointment."  The receptionist finally lifts her eyes, a piercing emerald green, at me and I see the inch of mascara caked around her eyes.

She sighs heavily and then shakes her head saying, "He's in with someone right now, please take a seat in the waiting room."

"Are there any papers to sign?"  I ask politely.

"Do I look like I fricken' like this job?  I said sit down.  And God, your outfit is suckish."  She glances me up and down and then continues to stare at her computer monitor.

"Well that was rude," I say under my breath.

Laura whispers, "And you thought your outfit was slutty."  She grabs my arm and pulls me to the couch.

"So, you were saying you recognized that girl when we came in?"  I prompt Laura.

"Oh yes, she was the receptionist for my psychologist.  What do you know!"

"That's weird.  Perhaps your psychologist fired her so she came to work at this receptionist place," I suggest.

"That would make sense, she was quite, erm, a female dog when I was there.  And she said I didn't have boobs."

"She also hit on your boyfriend, Tom, right?"

Laura laughs.  "It's quite a funny story to tell now, but it wasn't as funny at the time."

"What's also funny is that you got your psychologist to sleep with you, in his office?"  I raise my eyebrows at her.

"Calista, you should totally get your psychologist to sleep with you.  It'll add more of a challenge to your challenge.  'Try to get your psychologist to sleep with you,'" she says adding some flare to the title.

"Okay, I'll do it," I say surprising Laura and even myself.

Suddenly I hear laughing coming from one of the closed rooms where an appointment is supposedly taking place.  It's a deep laugh with a bit of familiarity to it.  My mind immediately jumps to Luke.

"Erm, I'm going to go to the bathroom.  I'll be back in a sec," I announce.

"Okay, have fun!" Laura teases.

In the bathroom, it's decorated the same puke pink as the rest of this dreaded place.  I hear the psychologist talking and then breathe a sigh of relief.  I go to the bathroom, wash my hands, and fix up my makeup.

As I'm about to walk out into the waiting room, I freeze as I hear a familiar voice, along with a female voice.  It's definitely Luke with... could it be that girl he was kissing at the bar?  Why is he here?

As soon as I hear them walk out the front doors of the office I walk out of the bathroom and I swear I see the receptionist's eyes dart in Luke's direction.  He's quite the lady magnet.

I'm halfway to walking back to the couch where Laura is patiently waiting when the psychologist finally comes out of his office.

"Calista Smith?"

"That's me," I reply.  Laura walks over to me, staring at her feet the entire time.

I notice his name tag says "Dr. Weston Ferris."  No, this can't be the same psychologist Laura had.  I suddenly realize why Laura seems so uncomfortable.  Wow, how awkward can this get?

"So hey, Calista?  I think I'm going to go home, text me how it goes," Laura whispers.

Discreetly, I reply, "Still want me to shag your psychologist?"  And much to my surprise, she quickly nods yes.  Then she scampers as quickly as a girl can go in a tight dress out of the office.

"Hey, I feel like I know her.  She looks familiar," Weston says.

"Oh her?  I don't think you know her.  She's my, uh, handicap-able friend so I don't think she'd be able to perform any acts that require, you know, moving in contorted ways like when two people love each other...."  Why have I always been bad at making up excuses?  "I'll just shut up now," I conclude.

"Okay, well, follow me Ms. Smith," he finally says.

"Please, help yourself," Weston says, as he glances to a plate of treats.  I pause momentarily.  Do I really want to get all fat on sweets before I seduce him? 

"Okay, thanks!"  I say as I grab a macaron and bite down on the delicious blue cookies.

Weston waits for me to finish eating before he speaks so it gets a bit awkward.  Which is fine by me.  As long as I get the job done, I'm good.

"So, Calista.  What would you like to talk about?"

"Well, I recently broke up with my boyfriend," I pause to add dramatic effect.  "After I saw him kissing some other girl."

"Weird, the people just before you today had a similar issue."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

"Oh, sorry, I have a confidentiality policy that I just broke.  Pretend you didn't hear what I just said.  Okay, now where were we?  Oh yes, was there something effecting this change of behavior in your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he was under the influence of alcohol because when he came home, he was very drunk.  I was surprised to see that he had made it home okay."

"Did you notice any early displays that would lead to this behavior?"  Weston continues.

"Well, not really.  Although, does having a lot of sex count?  He wanted it all the time.  He was like a dog in heat."

"I see," Weston says.  "And did you let him?"

I pause.  "Yes," I finally confess.

"And is he a good lover?"

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind."

"On to other things, how has your life been.  Do you spend a sufficient amount of your time with your friends?  Do you have people who support you?"  Weston continues with the questionnaire.

We talk for a long time and by the time he's finally finished asking all of his questions, I realize he didn't really help me with the reason I came here.  It's nearly dark and as I glance at the clock, I realize it's almost nine.

"So, do you have any good advice?"  I ask.

"Well, first of all, I would not give in to his sexual advances.  Don't give him what he wants because then he'll just get bored easily.  Also, change it up a bit.  Spice up your sex life."

"Um, okay.  What I meant was what should I do with my love life now that he's not in the picture but that works too."

"Oh sorry Ms. Smith.  I get carried away a lot.  So, what you should do now?  Well, you could try some of those dating sites and try to get a new man or you could just take a break.  Spend some more time with your kids.  Uh, yeah, I don't think there's anything wrong with you.  You're just heartbroken and need some time to recover."

"Thank you, Mr. Ferris."

"Do you want some tips on how to spice up your love life?  I'm considered a pro."  Weston adds causally.

"Um, sure..." I say a bit creeped out.  Although, from what Laura told me about him, he's quite an excellent lover so I should probably take his advice.

"Well, step number one: learn the basics," he starts to say.  It's not great advice and rather obvious but I roll with the flow and pretend like he's the wisest of us all.  "It always helps to get to know your partner.  So, for example, what's your favorite color?  Oh wait, let me guess!"  He exclaims excitedly.

"Purple!"  He finally decides.  I try to hide the disappointment.  Isn't my favorite color obvious?  Apparently not.

"No, it's actually blue," I confess.

"Oh sorry, I'm not a psychic.  I was just messing with you, of course it's blue!"  He recovers chuckling.  I can tell that's a lie.

"So, um, tip number two?"

"Oh yes, so tip number two would be to work out."

"Excuse me?"  I'm beginning to wonder if these tips are for men or women.  It seems he's mostly talking from a male standpoint.

"For a male, having muscles is the number one thing that turns on a girl.  If you would just stand up Ms. Smith."  I stand up, not knowing what he's going to do.  All of a sudden, he starts to unbutton his shirt.

Oh good lord....

I am shocked at his muscularity.  Though not as impressive as Luke's delicious man body (at this point, I mentally slap myself for thinking positively about Luke, actually, for thinking about Luke in the first place), Weston is pretty far up there.  It's impressive considering his lowly job as a psychologist in this small town.  Why he would need those muscles is out of my mind and I try to focus on his big round eyes to distract myself from his chest.

"So, that's what it takes to get a girl?"

"Yes ma'am."  He says coming closer to me.  "Along with some compliments, that's all it takes."

I can feel the breath on my face and his scent smells like ginger and nutmeg and is sadly alluring.

Before I know it, he's got his arms around me and we've fallen to the floor.

What seems like two seconds is more like an hour and I realize that it's nearly 11.

"Oh f***, I should really get home," I exclaim.  "Hey, can I ask you just one thing?"

"Sure, anything."

"Are you... married, by any chance?  I saw your ring...."

"Oh," he casts his eyes away.  "No, well yes, but no.  No, I'm not married.  I'm actually getting a divorce with my wife.  You see, she and I haven't been seeing eye to eye on my... you could say 'decisions' in life and we've finally agreed to let our relationship end.  But I'm open to any new relationship that you might have in mind," he hints.  Boy, what a hopeless romantic.

"Oh no, I was just wondering because we just slept together and another friend of mind, definitely not the purple-haired girl you saw today," I add quickly, "told me that you were married.  So yeah, well, I'm off.  Thanks for all of your help, Mr. Ferris."

And I slowly shut the door behind me, leaving my psychologist unclothed inside.

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NOTE

Thanks you Amanda for letting me use Weston Ferris and Aurora Waters (the receptionist) as well as Laura Johanson in my story!  It helps if you read Amanda's 100 Baby Challenge to understand the plot a little bit better and you can also find download links for Weston and Aurora.