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When I look back up again Sasha’s staring at me intently. “So how about you? Think you’ll be a father one day?”
I look away from her and start back in on her foot. “Probably not. I think we may have talked about this when you interviewed me at Adore…”
Her face falls ever so slightly.
“Oh, yeah,” she stammers. “I kind of remember that. Do you think you might change your mind at some point though?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m always going to feel that way. I just don’t see myself with kids.”
My phone rings and it’s the same broker who just texted. I put a finger up to Sasha indicating I’ll be a minute and get up, walking quickly into my office.
I finally finish the call and realize I’ve been on much longer than I intended to.
I walk back into the living room and find Sasha packing up her purse.
“You need to go already?”
“You seem super busy and I figured it was time to head out to my sister’s.”
“Oh, shoot. Yeah, of course. Well, I’ll see you soon then,” I say, standing up to walk her out.
“Sure. Sounds good,” she says flatly.
“Can I walk you to your car?” I ask, helping her with her coat.
“Oh, no… that’s okay,” she says, looking away.
We kiss and I give her a big hug at the door but feel her pull away early.
Hi. I’d like to see you again. What does the rest of your week look like?
I hit send and wait with bated breath for the three dots.
Nothing. Then, 5 minutes later and nothing. Ten minutes later and still nothing.
Twenty minutes later she finally texts back.
The rest of my week is kinda busy.
Kinda busy? That’s it? I wait for more but there’s nothing.
Shit, the conversation about kids appears to be a real problem for her. I thought she already knew how I felt about kids since wetalked about it at my meeting with her at Adore. It was obvious from the shocked look on her face though that she had forgotten.
Has this whole thing fallen apart just as it's beginning?
Chapter 15
Sasha
Idreamed about Spencer last night. In my dream, we were at a soccer game, watching our elementary-school-aged daughter running down the field, kicking the ball. Yes,ourdaughter…
There were two other younger kids with us, yelling for our oldest and racing madly down the sidelines. I looked over at Spencer and he had this horrified look on his face. He looked like he was in his own personal version of hell. My heart sank and I wondered how we ended up here.
When he texted last night wanting to take me out I struggled with how to respond. Mostly I wanted to say that I would love that. But, the realistic and responsible side of myself reminded me that this isn’t your guy.He doesn’t want kids. Why would I date someone who doesn’t want kids?
I had completely forgotten about his response to the kids question at our initial interview. Somehow that note hadn’t even made it into his file. So, when he brought it up last night I wasjust stunned. How could I have forgotten that he said that? I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid.
Now I’m lying here in bed thinking about my upcoming day. I have appointments with two new clients and several calls with existing clients, checking in to see how their dates have been.
