Rockstar Daddy

Nadine Moore stared at her with huge eyes and her mouth hanging open, as though her daughter had somehow grown a second head. Not a single word left her usually chatty lips while she stayed in the recliner. The very picture of total, absolute shock. "You want to do what?" Pinching the bridge of her nose, Celia let out a weary sigh. This was the very reaction she'd dreaded getting. "You can't blame me, mom." She hurried on defensively, "Relationships and I simply don't work out." "But you're still awfully young." "I'm not sitting around waiting for prince Charming to appear. So whether you back me or not, I'm doing this." Her mother leaned back for a second, studying the determined look moving across her girl's face. "A child is a huge step, sweetheart. Are you certain you're ready for that responsibility?" Celia let out a sigh, "If you did it, then I can too." "Don't use me as your example, young lady. You know it hasn't been easy-" "Mom, please don't..." She let the words trail off, unwilling to hear her mother tear herself down the way she always tended to. Realizing she never should've brought up her father, a little wave of guilt settled low in her stomach. Nadine drifted into a reverie, weighing whether she ought to try to change her daughter's mind. In the end, she chose not to. Like herself, Celia was determined. Maybe even a touch too determined. Once something got wedged -and locked- inside her head, there was no chance of it ever finding the key to let itself out. Their evening had started off so peacefully; never, even in her right mind, had she expected it to turn out like this. The talk had jumped from how thing's were going at work over to talk of having a sperm donor's baby. It was a major jump from what she was accustomed to hearing. "Alright, then what's the plan? Have you looked into any clinics yet? Are you emotionally ready for a baby? And what happens with work?" Knowing how practical her mom tended to be, she'd taken it upon herself to come prepared. Her lips curved into a victorious, self-assured smile as she answered, "I've already been talking to a clinic, I'm as ready as I can get, hell, I even got a personal trainer. Work will be easy enough to arrange, and I've put aside a couple thousand in case anything goes wrong. I've chosen names for either gender, I've bought a stack of books, and I've read half of them already. I got the nusery painted a few days ago, because once I'm pregnant I won't be able to mess with those fumes." A brief silence settled between them. "You truly want this, don't you?" her mother asked slowly. By then, Celia was seeing through a slight blur. "I really, really do." Nadine broke into a bright smile as happy tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm so proud that you're taking your life into your own hands, Celia June." With a giggle, Celia sprang from her place in the recliner and threw her arms around her mother's neck. Feeling giddy and relieved by the reaction she'd been given. Only one person in her life had an opinion that truly mattered to her, and now she had that approval. Celia couldn't help seeing her future in a brighter light. Now all that remained was finding a suitable donor.