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–Me: Okay. Here’s the super secret. The baby is Emmett’s.
Two beats and no response. Did she faint from shock? Do I need to call 911?
–Me: Hello? You there?
Three dots appear on the screen. I wait.
–Sasha: HOLY SHIT! Fuck! I dropped my phone and banged my head on the desk when I bent down to grab it.
–Me: Ouch. Are you okay?
–Sasha: NO! You’re pregnan
t with Emmett’s baby? Emmett Lasker?
–Me: Yeah.
–Sasha: Ack! We need to talk about this.
–Me: I knew you’d say that.
–Sasha: Why did you have to tell me this when I have a shit-ton of work to do?
–Me: Ask Grant for an extension?
It’s a feeble attempt at a joke.
–Sasha: He wants the baby, right?
Boy, does he ever.
–Me: Yes.
–Sasha: I don’t have to poison his coffee, then.
–Me: In case you feel the urge to spit in his coffee instead, he told me to go home and rest.
–Sasha: Ooooh. I like that. You deserve a break.
–Me: He wants to marry me for the baby. I’m not sure.
–Sasha: Wait. He’s offering marriage?
–Me: Yeah, but you know how I have my life planned out. Marrying a guy just because I’m pregnant with his baby isn’t part of that plan.
I want to marry a guy who’s sure about being with me, no matter what.
–Sasha: But you liked him enough to sleep with him, so maybe you can at least think about it? Emmett can be a little weird, but then, all geniuses are. But he doesn’t strike me as the type to throw something that serious out there just on impulse.
–Me: Yeah, that’s true.
And that’s what’s making it hard for me to think clearly about what Emmett said. On top of that, he seemed determined.
–Sasha: I have tons of shit I have to do, but I will do everything in my power to leave the office by 9 so we can talk tonight.
–Me: Okay. I’ll wait for you.
–Sasha: Thanks, but if you feel tired, don’t wait up for me. Just go to bed. That’s more important.
