Getting that text message from Portia was my worst nightmare come true. I literally have woken up more than a couple of times during these months we have been apart in a cold sweat from a nightmare of her walking away from me. Being face to face with my worst fear is more than I can bare, and I had to do something about it and do it now.
I called my secretary and told her to forward all my cases to my brother and draft a letter of resignation effective immediately. In it I told her to give herself a six-month severance package and the option to move to our Denver branch. I also gave her the option to follow me to Minnesota, because the thought I had been rolling around in my head is finally going to become a reality. I made sure for Lisa to put in the letter that my lawyer will be couriering over a check in the amount of the last two months of my contract, and to remove my name from the roster of lawyers before signing out of her desk. I asked to contact the movers, have them pack my clothing, and send via priority mail to Minnesota along with all of my pertinent, which she has full knowledge of.
My last order of business for her was to call the airline and book me on the first flight out of here with no return trip. If my thinking is correct there should be a flight within the next hour.
I grabbed my bag, jacket, and hightailed it to the airline. On the way, I called my mother and gave her a piece of my mind.
“Perry darling what are you doing calling me at this time of day?”
“I was calling to say goodbye Mother. See your little setup backfired. You and that harpy set me up and thought it would what? Make me want her when Portia ended it. Well you were right about one thing, she ended it. The thing you didn’t bank on is how much I love her and how I would leave my own family to go get her back.” I hear her scoff and gasp. Cold excuse for a woman.
“Yes. You heard me right. I am leaving and not coming back. I am going to make her take me back and then I am going to marry my Angel. The first chance I get, I will get her pregnant and we are going to live happily ever after. As for my kids, you will never see them, smell them, or get your greedy hands on them. Goodbye Mother.”
And with that I hang up, hop on my plane, and here I am standing at the door of my future scowling at her, because she is standing in the doorway looking like every man’s wet dream.
Her oops, though cute is still not sufficient.
“Angel, I love you. But I will spank your wet ass if you don’t get in the damn house and quit giving all these sorry motherfuckers a view of my woman and all her glory. Now.” She squeaks and runs into the apartment and I follow slamming the door.
“Now, we will get to that in a moment. But first, I want to apologize because even though I did nothing wrong, my job is to protect you. To make sure you never feel a moment of doubt about my love for you and in that I failed. The minute I found you and knew you were the one, I should have left my life and came to you. As far as the pictures, I went to my parents for dinner and then MacKenzie…” She covers my mouth with her finger.
“I know. I didn’t at first because, because I’ve been a bit worked up a lot lately. Somehow, I forgot who you were and who we are together. But that will never happen again. At least that part. I cannot guarantee the emotional part though.” It is then I remember she hasn’t been feeling like herself and I hone in on that.
“Baby what is going? Tell me.” Instead of answering she gets up and walks over to the counter, before coming back to my lap. She looks hesitant for a second and then hands me an envelope that looks like a birthday card, but since it is not my birthday I am a bit perplexed if not intrigued.
“What’s this Angel?”
“Just open it please.” She says in an expeditious tone of voice. Looking at her sideways, I tear the envelope open and inside is a white card with light blue writing on it that says, “Congratulations!!!! You are going to make a great DILF.” I read it out loud and it doesn’t register until I look down at her hands and notice they are cradling her stomach. I look back up into her eyes and the question must register because she giggles and nods her head.
“A baby. We are having a baby. I am going to be a dad?” I say, and I put her on the chair I am sitting on, drop to my knees, and kiss her stomach in awe.
“Yes!!!” She exclaims. “I am three months pregnant.” She is laughing a full-on belly laugh and it is a sound I would pay money for repeatedly.
Sitting in this apartment and looking into the eyes of the woman I love, with a life we created growing inside of her, life doesn’t get any better than this.