25 Unicorn Street- Tuesday morning

For days Kitty had driven herself crazy waiting for a phone call from her doctor back home, waiting on genetic testing results that would tell them whether or not they were getting the kid they expected. It didn't matter if they were closed, she still half expected it. She'd even maybe hacked into their system to see if her results were in there somewhere, because she had some little boundary issues there.

She was trying to be a little less psycho about it, though, and today called a minute after they opened, because she didn't want to seem too pushy. Of course they didn't pick up right away, so she had to call back five minutes later, and that time at least someone picked up.


[For the guy!]