Finn for another baby for so long and it was always, ‘Next year, buttercup,’ but then the moment I divorce him there was the chance of a baby. I knew instantly that there was no way I would give up the child if I was pregnant. If Harrison didn’t want anything to do with it then I’d do it on my own.
The test felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. I couldn’t force myself to look at it and see the result. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I felt kind of numb, like I couldn’t quite focus on the matter in hand. I had no clue what I felt at this exact moment. I was just sitting there with my heart in my throat, waiting for that little white stick to tell me what my future was. That little white stick had the power to change my life completely, and I actually wasn’t sure what I wanted it to say.
I flicked my eyes up to Theo for support. He smiled as if he knew what I was thinking and took it out of my hand, turning it over and reading it. He sighed deeply and his eyes met mine.
“It’s positive,” he confirmed.
Oh God.
~ Harrison ~
“Seriously, just come out and get drunk tonight,” Steven whined for the hundredth time. “You’ve been working too hard lately, you need to unwind.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, contemplating just going because I couldn’t argue about this any more. I was too damn tired to be putting up with all of this crap right now. It was only lunchtime, but I knew I was nowhere near done with my day’s to-do list. No doubt I would be taking work home with me again tonight, and drafting up ideas for the new ad campaign well into the night. My eyes stung with tiredness, and what I really wanted to do tonight was catch an early night, not have a drink to unwind. Even if I did have the energy to go out, drinking and scouting for girls I could take home with me had lost its appeal lately. Everything was different now. Even the girls that I usually fell all over and had a good time with, just couldn’t hold my attention at the moment.
A certain little brunette with low confidence had left her mark on me, and I couldn’t get the damn girl out of my mind no matter how hard I tried.
“Steve, I haven’t got the energy,” I replied, shrugging.
He pouted, actually pouted at me like a child. “Come on, the girl I’m out with has a friend…” he persuaded.
I shook my head forcefully. “Not tonight. Tomorrow night, maybe.”
He groaned in frustration but luckily I pulled up outside his office then, so he had to get out. He shot me an accusing look as he pulled out his mobile phone and started trying to call round to see if someone would double date with him tonight so he could score with the exotic dancer he was lusting after.
Once on my own, I turned up the music and drove towards my office. Today had already been a long, hard day filled with meetings, stuck-up company CEOs and disgruntled graphic designers – and it was only half over. This afternoon would be filled with the same bullshit, I was sure of it.
Slipping my car into my allocated space in the underground car park, I pushed myself out and stalked into the building that was home to several companies, including Baxter and Hanklin Consultancies. My offices, comprising of twenty-three employees in total, were on the fifth floor. As I stepped out of the lift on my floor and walked through the open plan office, a polite smile was plastered on my lips as a couple of the girls greeted me and asked me if I’d had an enjoyable lunch with my friend. Not wanting to get drawn into a long conversation with anyone, I excused myself quickly and made my way to my office at the end of the hall.
As I stepped over the threshold, Jennifer, my secretary, stood and smiled warmly, shuffling through a small stack of papers. “Mr Baxter, you have three new messages, one of which is fairly urgent. Mitch from Design called and asked if you could go down at some point and check his preliminary sketches that you ordered, and Tracy from
The test felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. I couldn’t force myself to look at it and see the result. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I felt kind of numb, like I couldn’t quite focus on the matter in hand. I had no clue what I felt at this exact moment. I was just sitting there with my heart in my throat, waiting for that little white stick to tell me what my future was. That little white stick had the power to change my life completely, and I actually wasn’t sure what I wanted it to say.
I flicked my eyes up to Theo for support. He smiled as if he knew what I was thinking and took it out of my hand, turning it over and reading it. He sighed deeply and his eyes met mine.
“It’s positive,” he confirmed.
Oh God.
~ Harrison ~
“Seriously, just come out and get drunk tonight,” Steven whined for the hundredth time. “You’ve been working too hard lately, you need to unwind.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, contemplating just going because I couldn’t argue about this any more. I was too damn tired to be putting up with all of this crap right now. It was only lunchtime, but I knew I was nowhere near done with my day’s to-do list. No doubt I would be taking work home with me again tonight, and drafting up ideas for the new ad campaign well into the night. My eyes stung with tiredness, and what I really wanted to do tonight was catch an early night, not have a drink to unwind. Even if I did have the energy to go out, drinking and scouting for girls I could take home with me had lost its appeal lately. Everything was different now. Even the girls that I usually fell all over and had a good time with, just couldn’t hold my attention at the moment.
A certain little brunette with low confidence had left her mark on me, and I couldn’t get the damn girl out of my mind no matter how hard I tried.
“Steve, I haven’t got the energy,” I replied, shrugging.
He pouted, actually pouted at me like a child. “Come on, the girl I’m out with has a friend…” he persuaded.
I shook my head forcefully. “Not tonight. Tomorrow night, maybe.”
He groaned in frustration but luckily I pulled up outside his office then, so he had to get out. He shot me an accusing look as he pulled out his mobile phone and started trying to call round to see if someone would double date with him tonight so he could score with the exotic dancer he was lusting after.
Once on my own, I turned up the music and drove towards my office. Today had already been a long, hard day filled with meetings, stuck-up company CEOs and disgruntled graphic designers – and it was only half over. This afternoon would be filled with the same bullshit, I was sure of it.
Slipping my car into my allocated space in the underground car park, I pushed myself out and stalked into the building that was home to several companies, including Baxter and Hanklin Consultancies. My offices, comprising of twenty-three employees in total, were on the fifth floor. As I stepped out of the lift on my floor and walked through the open plan office, a polite smile was plastered on my lips as a couple of the girls greeted me and asked me if I’d had an enjoyable lunch with my friend. Not wanting to get drawn into a long conversation with anyone, I excused myself quickly and made my way to my office at the end of the hall.
As I stepped over the threshold, Jennifer, my secretary, stood and smiled warmly, shuffling through a small stack of papers. “Mr Baxter, you have three new messages, one of which is fairly urgent. Mitch from Design called and asked if you could go down at some point and check his preliminary sketches that you ordered, and Tracy from
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