The morning came and when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that it was already almost nine AM. I slowly sat up and stretched, looking around my bedroom. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept in that late. It felt amazing, though, and I had to assume it had something to do with how special Carter had made me feel the night before. For once, I wasn't worried about anything and I could finally rest.
In fact, when I hopped out of bed, I noticed that there was a little extra spring in my step. I skipped over to the stereo in the living room and put on some of my favorite music. I twirled around, dancing to the rhythm while wearing nothing but my bra and panties. I hummed to myself as made a quick breakfast of eggs and toast.
Today is the day, I thought, as I washed down a bite of food with some hot coffee. It's time for me to take a pregnancy test and find out for real whether or not I am carrying Carter's child. If I am, then I'm go
Monday morning finally came. I got to work and rode the elevator up, doing everything I could to try to hide my emotions. Butterflies flew in my belly. My palms were sweaty and I couldn't stop tapping my toe on the elevator floor. The Winthrow employees that were in there with me seemed to notice my fidgeting, but nobody said anything. We stopped at nearly every floor on the way up to drop people off. After a few minutes, I was finally alone. Come on, Jane,I told myself.Get yourself together. It's going to be fine. Carter is going to be happy and excited about the pregnancy, just like you are. Why wouldn't he be? This is a huge thing for him, too. The doors opened up at the top floor and I stepped out. Cindy was at her desk and she pushed her glasses up on her nose as I approached. “Good morning,” I said, my voice wavering. “How are you?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow. “I'm fine. You?” “I'm okay,” I said
For the first time in as far back as I could remember, my heart hurt. Like really hurt. It felt like it had been ripped out of my chest and thrown to ground, stomped on over and over without mercy. I was nauseous and dizzy as I sat behind my desk, watching the tears as they dripped off of my chin and onto my lap. I should have known,I thought to myself.I should have known that a guy like Carter would have been going around and sleeping with other women while he was doing the same with me. Why would I have ever thought anything different? I could still hear her in my mind. The words of that random girl stomping out of his office continued to ring through my memory, as if to torture me. I'd heard her clear as day. It definitely wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. She had said that she was pregnant with Carter's baby and, despite his disapproval, that she was going to keep it. I wasn't sure what hurt more; the fact that he'd knocked up ano
I felt like a million bucks. It was as though a thousand pound weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. My trust in Carter had been renewed and the morning's mishaps were now nothing more than a memory. Not only that, but Carter had also hinted at the idea of making our relationship something more official. I could hardly stop smiling at the idea that he and I might actually end up together. Jane Winthrow,I thought quietly, wondering how his last name sounded with mine.It has a nice ring to it, I think. Mrs. Jane Winthrow. I could live with that. Obviously, it was wishful thinking. It was nice to toy with the idea of marriage to Carter, but clearly I had a few bridges to cross before that should have even been a consideration. The first bridge, of course, was figuring out a way to tell him that I was pregnant. With renewed energy and a relaxed smile on my face, I went to work. It was Monday morning, which meant that the stock
It was Thursday morning. I'd arrived at work, still riding the wave of positive energy that I'd been feeling all week long. Life was really looking up right then. It seemed like everything was going my way, for the first time in a long time. Maybe I should tell him today, I thought to myself. I felt a pressure in my chest telling me that I needed to do it sooner rather than later, yet... I was scared. I was terrified that it would change the dynamic we'd just found. I decided that I just needed to wait for the right time. I needed to do it right. My secret wasn't going to change in the next few days. Telling him today or telling him tomorrow would be the same. I would do it. I just needed a little bit of courage and the right timing. But it would be soon. I set myself a hard deadline of one week. If there wasn't a good opportunity over the next week, I would just tell him by next Sunday. That was as long as I was willing to wait. I sat down a
After driving up and down the busy one-way streets of New York City, I finally found La Rue. It was a tiny boutique, squished between a fancy-looking Crepe restaurant and an imported wine store. I shouldn't have been too surprised that it took me a while to find it. I never went to this part of town. I never had a reason to go. There wasn't anything in two square blocks that I would have been able to afford with my own money. I parked my crummy little car, right between an Porsche SUV and a Tesla that looked more like a small rocket ship than a regular vehicle. I laughed to myself as I got out, noticing the contrast in quality between these people's cars and my own. Someone is going tow my car,I thought.I'll bet someone calls it in. They're probably thinking I'm going to rob one of these places or something. My little rust bucket looked just about as out of place as I felt. I was just happy I'd worn something decent, which helped
“Are you sure?” Donald asked. “There are other green ones I can show you if you'd like.” “No,” I said. “That's the dress. Most definitely, yes. That's the one I came in here for.” “Well, you might just officially be the most easy to please customer I've ever had walk in the door,” Donald said. “Your boyfriend, Mr. Winthrow, normally takes at least two hours to pick out the perfect suit.” He'd just referred to Carter as my boyfriend and I opened my mouth to correct him. I stopped myself, though. I liked the sound of it and besides, I figured it didn't really matter if Donald thought hewasmy boyfriend. “Sometimes you just know,” I said. “And in this case, I know that's the one.” “You want to try it on, though, right?” Donald said. “Oh, of course,” I replied. “That's probably a good idea.” “Great. Follow me and I'll open the changing room for you.” With the dress in his hands, Donald then turned and led me to
The very first thing I did after getting home from the boutique, was to lay the new dress out onto my bed. I was giddy as I dug through my closet, pulling out anything and everything that I thought would look good with it. Within minutes, I had shoes, panties, bras and every green-colored accessory that I owned, all sprawled out around my bedroom. I realized then, that I wasn't just super excited about the dress. No, that was only secondary. The real reason that I was filled with anticipation was because tomorrow night's event with Carter wasn't just a business thing. It was a real date. Thefirstreal date that we'd ever had. It would be the very first time that Carter would be taking me out as a girl he was interested in and not just his employee who he happened to have sex with on occasion. Needless to say, it was a big deal. Bigger than big. Monumental even. I hummed to myself as I set different shoes next to my dress, trying to find th
It was Friday afternoon and I still hadn't seen Carter. He'd been in his office the whole day. Cindy had mentioned he was swamped with phone meetings, which made sense. The office was almost always especially busy on Fridays, since the stock market would be closing for the weekend and any last minute stock purchases needed to be made. Only a little bit longer, and we'd be on our date. I changed into my dress and fixed my hair in the employee bathroom. I now looked ridiculous, sitting at my work desk in a very non-work outfit. I can't wait for Carter's reaction when he sees me in this,I thought, setting the mirror onto my desk. To pass the time, I logged into our company's website and checked on the stocks of our biggest clients. Out of curiosity, I clicked onto the link that led me to the New York Solar Company's portfolio. It had been a while since I looked into it and was curious how things were going. My stomach dropped when I saw the number