visibly upset now. Thinking about my father’s passing, I don’t blame her. I’m sure she’s assuming the worst.
“Oh, mom,” I sob, “it was an accident. I didn’t…I don’t…”
“It’s okay, Sammy. Whatever it is, it will be fine,” my mother says.
“I’m…I’m pregnant,” I finally admit, crying harder. I did it. I said it. It’s officially real.
17
Mason
I t may only be a cold or flu, but I can’t get my mind off of Samantha. I want to be there with her. I want to hold her. I want to make her feel better. I feel so helpless.
I have way too much to do today, I must try and stay focussed.
“Knock, knock,” my father says, letting himself in. So much for focus.
“Yes?” I ask, annoyed.
“We have a meeting in ten minutes. Just making sure you’re ready.”
“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I heard through the grapevine that you’ve been playing Florence Nightingale for your girlfriend. I wanted to make sure you would be on top of your game today. These are some serious business associates of ours. I don’t need you fucking this up because you’ve gone soft on me.”
“Number one, I’ve been running this company just as good - possibly better than you ever have. Number two, I’m always on top of my game when I’m here. Number three, I never go soft - ask my girlfriend .”
Garrison chuckles, “touchy, touchy.”
“No. I just don’t need you second guessing everything I do. You have no problem leaving me in charge of everything when you don’t feel like being here. No need to change your mind when you actually decide to grace us with your presence.”
“Come on, Mase. I’m just messing with you. Let’s show these guys what Grant and Son is all about.”
I narrow my eyes and look at my father, “you’re a crazy old bastard. You know that, right?”
“Absolutely. Apples and trees son,” he says with a smirk as he walks toward the door.
That man is a piece of work. He is so hard to understand sometimes. In reality, he’s right, I wasn’t really prepared for this meeting. I’m glad he came in to rattle me because my head is where it should be now - at work - for now anyway.
I check my phone. Samantha hasn’t called me yet. I send her a text to see how she’s doing. I collect the presentation materials my assistant put together and check my phone quick before I leave. Samantha hasn’t answered yet. If she doesn’t call me back by lunch, I’m going to have to go and check on her.
18
Samantha
“ S top fidgeting , Sam. Try to relax,” my mother advises me in the waiting room.
“I can’t.”
The nurse enters the waiting room and announces my name. I stand up and walk toward the entrance. My mother follows behind me.
I didn’t plan on having her her - heck - I didn’t plan any of this. I’m glad I told her though. I need someone on my side. I need support. I need Mason - but I can’t tell him. I have to make sure that I really am pregnant before I can even begin to figure out what I’m going to tell him. Or if. Or when. Ugh.
The nurse takes my vital signs and hands me a cup. She gives me instructions and points me to the bathroom. Apparently, peeing into and onto things is becoming a hobby for me.
Mom waits in the room for me. When I return, she’s already talking to Dr. Ahrens. I’ve been coming here for as long as I can remember. I know I’m in good hands and trust whatever it is she’s going to tell me.
“Sam! Welcome back. So nice to see you again,” she greets me.
“Hi, Dr. Ahrens,” I feel like a child again in her presence.
“I hear congratulations are in order.”
“That’s what we’re here to find out,” I reply nervously.
“We will know for sure in a couple of minutes. So, who’s the lucky man?”
I shift uncomfortably. Maybe I should have gone to a stranger. I don’t want to make small talk and I sure don’t want to talk about Mason. I don’t know how lucky he’s going to feel about all of
“Oh, mom,” I sob, “it was an accident. I didn’t…I don’t…”
“It’s okay, Sammy. Whatever it is, it will be fine,” my mother says.
“I’m…I’m pregnant,” I finally admit, crying harder. I did it. I said it. It’s officially real.
17
Mason
I t may only be a cold or flu, but I can’t get my mind off of Samantha. I want to be there with her. I want to hold her. I want to make her feel better. I feel so helpless.
I have way too much to do today, I must try and stay focussed.
“Knock, knock,” my father says, letting himself in. So much for focus.
“Yes?” I ask, annoyed.
“We have a meeting in ten minutes. Just making sure you’re ready.”
“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I heard through the grapevine that you’ve been playing Florence Nightingale for your girlfriend. I wanted to make sure you would be on top of your game today. These are some serious business associates of ours. I don’t need you fucking this up because you’ve gone soft on me.”
“Number one, I’ve been running this company just as good - possibly better than you ever have. Number two, I’m always on top of my game when I’m here. Number three, I never go soft - ask my girlfriend .”
Garrison chuckles, “touchy, touchy.”
“No. I just don’t need you second guessing everything I do. You have no problem leaving me in charge of everything when you don’t feel like being here. No need to change your mind when you actually decide to grace us with your presence.”
“Come on, Mase. I’m just messing with you. Let’s show these guys what Grant and Son is all about.”
I narrow my eyes and look at my father, “you’re a crazy old bastard. You know that, right?”
“Absolutely. Apples and trees son,” he says with a smirk as he walks toward the door.
That man is a piece of work. He is so hard to understand sometimes. In reality, he’s right, I wasn’t really prepared for this meeting. I’m glad he came in to rattle me because my head is where it should be now - at work - for now anyway.
I check my phone. Samantha hasn’t called me yet. I send her a text to see how she’s doing. I collect the presentation materials my assistant put together and check my phone quick before I leave. Samantha hasn’t answered yet. If she doesn’t call me back by lunch, I’m going to have to go and check on her.
18
Samantha
“ S top fidgeting , Sam. Try to relax,” my mother advises me in the waiting room.
“I can’t.”
The nurse enters the waiting room and announces my name. I stand up and walk toward the entrance. My mother follows behind me.
I didn’t plan on having her her - heck - I didn’t plan any of this. I’m glad I told her though. I need someone on my side. I need support. I need Mason - but I can’t tell him. I have to make sure that I really am pregnant before I can even begin to figure out what I’m going to tell him. Or if. Or when. Ugh.
The nurse takes my vital signs and hands me a cup. She gives me instructions and points me to the bathroom. Apparently, peeing into and onto things is becoming a hobby for me.
Mom waits in the room for me. When I return, she’s already talking to Dr. Ahrens. I’ve been coming here for as long as I can remember. I know I’m in good hands and trust whatever it is she’s going to tell me.
“Sam! Welcome back. So nice to see you again,” she greets me.
“Hi, Dr. Ahrens,” I feel like a child again in her presence.
“I hear congratulations are in order.”
“That’s what we’re here to find out,” I reply nervously.
“We will know for sure in a couple of minutes. So, who’s the lucky man?”
I shift uncomfortably. Maybe I should have gone to a stranger. I don’t want to make small talk and I sure don’t want to talk about Mason. I don’t know how lucky he’s going to feel about all of
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