Shady Springs
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feredarStory: Shady Springs
Year: 1001 FY
Characters: Nolani, Lonura
Warnings: Blink and you'll miss it background homophobia
Notes: This takes place in the Urban Fantasy AU
Nolani and Lonura got to the Shady Springs Fertility Center almost an hour before their appointment, which turned out to be a good thing. They had thought they'd filled out all the necessary health, insurance, income, whatever forms online and printed them out all neat, but as it turned out they'd missed four of them. Exactly why Shady Springs needed to ask the same question four slightly different ways was beyond either of them, but it gave them something to do.
Especially since the Center was running late. It was thirty-some-odd minutes after their official appointment time before the receptionist finally called, "Nolani Heidari?"
Nolani squeezed Lonura's hand briefly, and the two of them got up. "That's me," she said, smiling.
The doctor--a tall, lanky blond--smiled briefly back. "I'm Dr. Larson. Why don't we go back and talk, okay?"
"Great, thank you."
The two of them followed him back to a spacious office with pictures of happy babies plastered all over one wall. Her father had made some calls to make sure she went to a good place--one that wouldn't be upset that she was part-human or planning on parenting with another woman (one who wasn't human at all, but people usually couldn't tell Lonura was a siren until she started singing), that had a high success rate and generally provided a good value for her money.
Not that how much she had to spend was really an issue--she could certainly afford it, and this was her child. But there were little things that did matter, when IVF could get so expensive--personalities of the doctors, efficiency of the office staff, little things like that.
"So," Dr. Larson said, once the two of them were settled. "What brings you here today?"
"My partner and I decided we wanted to start a family," Nolani said, with the ease borne of having gone over what she was going to say multiple times in her head. "And we decided we wanted a biological child, at least to start."
"All right. Which of you is planning to be the birth mother?"
"Nolani," Lonura answered, voice low and carefully pitched. There were several reasons for it--some weird legal contract things with the Heidari family fortune, mostly having to do with their djinn relatives throwing a fit if the potential head of the family weren't actually of the family, and not even her mother wanted to go up against them directly. Plus, sirens and pregnancy didn't tend to go well together, and Nolani was even looking forward to the experience a little bit--in part for the feeling of someone growing inside her, and in part because it was one more way to fall in love with Lonura all over again. Because everything was.
So her as the birth mother made sense all around.
Dr. Larson noted that down. "All right. We'll need to do some blood work, and then go from there. Are you planning to choose a donor from our catalog?"
Nolani shook her head. "No. We asked a friend of mine, and he agreed."
Dr. Larson nodded again. "Then he'll need to go through some tests as well.
Which they'd expected. "I have his contact information here, we weren't sure exactly how it worked if he was only planning to donate for us," Nolani explained, digging through her purse.
As it turned out, Lonura had the card with everything written out in Andrell's neat, square handwriting. Dr. Larson added it to their file.
"We have a lab on-site, so you don't need to go anywhere else. We can do the blood draws today, and then we'll get back to you by the end of the week about the next step."
Nolani felt Lonura's deathgrip on her hand and she returned it, beaming at the doctor. "Great! Thank you so much."
The doctor smiled back, polished and professional, and shook both their hands. "I look forward to helping you create the family of your dreams."
Which was Shady Springs' incredibly cheesy slogan, but neither of them cared. It was finally happening.
If everything went right, in a year or so, they'd have a child.
Year: 1001 FY
Characters: Nolani, Lonura
Warnings: Blink and you'll miss it background homophobia
Notes: This takes place in the Urban Fantasy AU
Nolani and Lonura got to the Shady Springs Fertility Center almost an hour before their appointment, which turned out to be a good thing. They had thought they'd filled out all the necessary health, insurance, income, whatever forms online and printed them out all neat, but as it turned out they'd missed four of them. Exactly why Shady Springs needed to ask the same question four slightly different ways was beyond either of them, but it gave them something to do.
Especially since the Center was running late. It was thirty-some-odd minutes after their official appointment time before the receptionist finally called, "Nolani Heidari?"
Nolani squeezed Lonura's hand briefly, and the two of them got up. "That's me," she said, smiling.
The doctor--a tall, lanky blond--smiled briefly back. "I'm Dr. Larson. Why don't we go back and talk, okay?"
"Great, thank you."
The two of them followed him back to a spacious office with pictures of happy babies plastered all over one wall. Her father had made some calls to make sure she went to a good place--one that wouldn't be upset that she was part-human or planning on parenting with another woman (one who wasn't human at all, but people usually couldn't tell Lonura was a siren until she started singing), that had a high success rate and generally provided a good value for her money.
Not that how much she had to spend was really an issue--she could certainly afford it, and this was her child. But there were little things that did matter, when IVF could get so expensive--personalities of the doctors, efficiency of the office staff, little things like that.
"So," Dr. Larson said, once the two of them were settled. "What brings you here today?"
"My partner and I decided we wanted to start a family," Nolani said, with the ease borne of having gone over what she was going to say multiple times in her head. "And we decided we wanted a biological child, at least to start."
"All right. Which of you is planning to be the birth mother?"
"Nolani," Lonura answered, voice low and carefully pitched. There were several reasons for it--some weird legal contract things with the Heidari family fortune, mostly having to do with their djinn relatives throwing a fit if the potential head of the family weren't actually of the family, and not even her mother wanted to go up against them directly. Plus, sirens and pregnancy didn't tend to go well together, and Nolani was even looking forward to the experience a little bit--in part for the feeling of someone growing inside her, and in part because it was one more way to fall in love with Lonura all over again. Because everything was.
So her as the birth mother made sense all around.
Dr. Larson noted that down. "All right. We'll need to do some blood work, and then go from there. Are you planning to choose a donor from our catalog?"
Nolani shook her head. "No. We asked a friend of mine, and he agreed."
Dr. Larson nodded again. "Then he'll need to go through some tests as well.
Which they'd expected. "I have his contact information here, we weren't sure exactly how it worked if he was only planning to donate for us," Nolani explained, digging through her purse.
As it turned out, Lonura had the card with everything written out in Andrell's neat, square handwriting. Dr. Larson added it to their file.
"We have a lab on-site, so you don't need to go anywhere else. We can do the blood draws today, and then we'll get back to you by the end of the week about the next step."
Nolani felt Lonura's deathgrip on her hand and she returned it, beaming at the doctor. "Great! Thank you so much."
The doctor smiled back, polished and professional, and shook both their hands. "I look forward to helping you create the family of your dreams."
Which was Shady Springs' incredibly cheesy slogan, but neither of them cared. It was finally happening.
If everything went right, in a year or so, they'd have a child.