- My Family -
Bi-Sexual Female / 27
It's All In How You Ask, And A Little Help From My Boss, And Voilá!!!
It happened just like this.
I worked in HR onboarding, in a department of women. Around me was accounting, women, and quality control stats, women, most young like me, my boss and the controller fifty. Anyway, women started to get pregnant, pretty soon we had six pregnant women. My 'emptiness' started to get to me.
Hands on pregnant bellies, baby showers, pink and blue, arguments about boys and girls, mothers in law, and my 'belly' was empty. It wasn't hurt, more like an anxiety, the mirror told me the truth. Not you.
I told my boss, she told me it would pass. In a conversation with the big boss she let him know, I had caught the 'fever'. He did what men do, hugged me, kissed my forehead, patted my shoulder, 'you need a 'boy' friend, a girl won't do'.
By then I could not sleep at night. He, my big boss, was everything you want from natural selection, male, masculine, smart, assertive, aggressive, tall, handsome, broad shoulders, and he tended to hug me, and kiss my forehead and ask for a kiss on his cheek. Of all the girls, he babied me the most.
I sat beside him, asked him politely, would he give me a baby? I would need help, but maybe, just maybe, I could make him a son. Fifty fifty, but I was young, so he had more than one fifty percent chance. My direct boss told me I was crazy, what made me think he would entrust me with his baby? A somewhat, no, not somewhat, a lost in space girl. Why didn't I grow up first.
He saw it differently, and in no time at all I was number seven. I did, make a son for him. A bouncing baby boy. He trusted my boss to watch over me. A year later I made a little girl.
I swear, how he approached me was 'mission' centric. I was on the bus, he drove the bus, and miracles do happen. And now I have a thirty month toddler and a six month old baby sister. A mother in law of sorts, and a stern father figure.
I worked in HR onboarding, in a department of women. Around me was accounting, women, and quality control stats, women, most young like me, my boss and the controller fifty. Anyway, women started to get pregnant, pretty soon we had six pregnant women. My 'emptiness' started to get to me.
Hands on pregnant bellies, baby showers, pink and blue, arguments about boys and girls, mothers in law, and my 'belly' was empty. It wasn't hurt, more like an anxiety, the mirror told me the truth. Not you.
I told my boss, she told me it would pass. In a conversation with the big boss she let him know, I had caught the 'fever'. He did what men do, hugged me, kissed my forehead, patted my shoulder, 'you need a 'boy' friend, a girl won't do'.
By then I could not sleep at night. He, my big boss, was everything you want from natural selection, male, masculine, smart, assertive, aggressive, tall, handsome, broad shoulders, and he tended to hug me, and kiss my forehead and ask for a kiss on his cheek. Of all the girls, he babied me the most.
I sat beside him, asked him politely, would he give me a baby? I would need help, but maybe, just maybe, I could make him a son. Fifty fifty, but I was young, so he had more than one fifty percent chance. My direct boss told me I was crazy, what made me think he would entrust me with his baby? A somewhat, no, not somewhat, a lost in space girl. Why didn't I grow up first.
He saw it differently, and in no time at all I was number seven. I did, make a son for him. A bouncing baby boy. He trusted my boss to watch over me. A year later I made a little girl.
I swear, how he approached me was 'mission' centric. I was on the bus, he drove the bus, and miracles do happen. And now I have a thirty month toddler and a six month old baby sister. A mother in law of sorts, and a stern father figure.
