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settled into the
couch.
"Yeah, mostly journalism. She's
been published in a couple magazines. Phoebe sent some things she wrote in,
without her knowing, of course." Dixon chuckled. It was good to hear him
laugh. Shaking his head he leaned back in his chair and picked up the TV
remote. "How about some Sports Center?"
After a couple hours of Sports Center, I
headed home. When I got home, I sat down into the leather couch, thinking about
making a marriage deal with someone. I make business deals on a daily basis.
Negotiating this deal can't be much harder. Could it?
Pulling out my phone, I placed a call to
Devlin, the family lawyer. Before I moved forward with this plan, I need to
talk to him. Making sure I could do this without breaching the inheritance
terms is crucial. Also, I need him to set up the legal documentation for when I
make the deal official.
After my phone call with Devlin, I was
able to move forward with the plan. However, now I needed to figure out how and
who to approach. I’m sure I could easily pull a random person off the street
but that’s not exactly safe. I definitely prefer to at least know the person
before entering this kind of arrangement. Acquaintances, friends, past lovers
all swirled around my head while I showered, brushed my teeth and dressed for
bed. Sleep did not come easy, but eventually the softness of my bed lulled me
to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Saturday morning, I woke haunted by
dreams of faceless women chasing after me. With only seven months to get
blissfully wed, my dreams were not going to improve any time soon. And don’t
even get me started on the conception part of the conditions. I sure as hell am
not ready to be married, and a kid... holy fuck , I’ve never even thought about
being a father. To say I was uncomfortable with the idea was a huge
understatement. My mind raced throughout my whole morning routine; coffee,
shower, breakfast and even as I tried to distract myself with work.
Pushing away from the mess of memos and
contracts on my desk, I decided to give television a shot. C-Span could easy
distract me from my internal dialogue. And, hell, I needed to check out the
highlights on Sports Center. Plopping myself down on the couch, I picked
up my personal cell. I hated having two cell phones but I didn’t like to use my
personal cell for business calls and vice versa. I thought about calling Oscar,
but he would probably still be sleeping or at the hospital. With a heavy sigh,
I tossed my phone on the coffee table in front of me. Laying my head back on
the couch, I took a deep breath before pulling myself up. As I paced laps
around the living room, my phone started ringing.
"Hello," I answered a little
breathless from the pacing.
"Hello honey. Are you okay? You
sound a little—"
"I’m fine." I smiled at the
sound of Viola’s concern.
"Oh," she paused. "Well, I
just want to remind you about Maggie’s party next weekend. You know we are
having dinner at seven on Friday—"
"Right, Viola," I chuckled.
She knew I would never forget Maggie’s birthday.
"What?" She feigned innocence.
"I’m guessing you’ve heard from
Elora’s parents?" I walked into the kitchen.
"Well," she hesitated.
"Okay, I did. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. Are you okay?"
"I’m fine.” Grabbing a mug, I moved
to the coffee machine, placed the mug on the base and hit the button to fill it
up. “Elora is a nice girl and it would’ve been easy to come to the arrangement
necessary, but I would never want to take away her chance at real happiness.
Not for someone like me." I mumbled.
"Aidan Walsh Iverson! How dare you talk
about yourself like that!"
Uh oh, Vi is about to go all motherly on
me.
"You are a wonderful man and any
woman would be lucky to have you."
I snorted.
"Aidan sweetheart, I love
you," she reassured.
"Viola, I need to tell you
something." Taking a deep breath, I knew this wasn’t going to be easy to
explain.
"What is it?" Her question was
full
couch.
"Yeah, mostly journalism. She's
been published in a couple magazines. Phoebe sent some things she wrote in,
without her knowing, of course." Dixon chuckled. It was good to hear him
laugh. Shaking his head he leaned back in his chair and picked up the TV
remote. "How about some Sports Center?"
After a couple hours of Sports Center, I
headed home. When I got home, I sat down into the leather couch, thinking about
making a marriage deal with someone. I make business deals on a daily basis.
Negotiating this deal can't be much harder. Could it?
Pulling out my phone, I placed a call to
Devlin, the family lawyer. Before I moved forward with this plan, I need to
talk to him. Making sure I could do this without breaching the inheritance
terms is crucial. Also, I need him to set up the legal documentation for when I
make the deal official.
After my phone call with Devlin, I was
able to move forward with the plan. However, now I needed to figure out how and
who to approach. I’m sure I could easily pull a random person off the street
but that’s not exactly safe. I definitely prefer to at least know the person
before entering this kind of arrangement. Acquaintances, friends, past lovers
all swirled around my head while I showered, brushed my teeth and dressed for
bed. Sleep did not come easy, but eventually the softness of my bed lulled me
to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Saturday morning, I woke haunted by
dreams of faceless women chasing after me. With only seven months to get
blissfully wed, my dreams were not going to improve any time soon. And don’t
even get me started on the conception part of the conditions. I sure as hell am
not ready to be married, and a kid... holy fuck , I’ve never even thought about
being a father. To say I was uncomfortable with the idea was a huge
understatement. My mind raced throughout my whole morning routine; coffee,
shower, breakfast and even as I tried to distract myself with work.
Pushing away from the mess of memos and
contracts on my desk, I decided to give television a shot. C-Span could easy
distract me from my internal dialogue. And, hell, I needed to check out the
highlights on Sports Center. Plopping myself down on the couch, I picked
up my personal cell. I hated having two cell phones but I didn’t like to use my
personal cell for business calls and vice versa. I thought about calling Oscar,
but he would probably still be sleeping or at the hospital. With a heavy sigh,
I tossed my phone on the coffee table in front of me. Laying my head back on
the couch, I took a deep breath before pulling myself up. As I paced laps
around the living room, my phone started ringing.
"Hello," I answered a little
breathless from the pacing.
"Hello honey. Are you okay? You
sound a little—"
"I’m fine." I smiled at the
sound of Viola’s concern.
"Oh," she paused. "Well, I
just want to remind you about Maggie’s party next weekend. You know we are
having dinner at seven on Friday—"
"Right, Viola," I chuckled.
She knew I would never forget Maggie’s birthday.
"What?" She feigned innocence.
"I’m guessing you’ve heard from
Elora’s parents?" I walked into the kitchen.
"Well," she hesitated.
"Okay, I did. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. Are you okay?"
"I’m fine.” Grabbing a mug, I moved
to the coffee machine, placed the mug on the base and hit the button to fill it
up. “Elora is a nice girl and it would’ve been easy to come to the arrangement
necessary, but I would never want to take away her chance at real happiness.
Not for someone like me." I mumbled.
"Aidan Walsh Iverson! How dare you talk
about yourself like that!"
Uh oh, Vi is about to go all motherly on
me.
"You are a wonderful man and any
woman would be lucky to have you."
I snorted.
"Aidan sweetheart, I love
you," she reassured.
"Viola, I need to tell you
something." Taking a deep breath, I knew this wasn’t going to be easy to
explain.
"What is it?" Her question was
full
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