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it to the door she stopped me.
    “Grant I just don’t think
this is the right time for kids.”
    “You mean this isn’t the
right time for you.”
    “ For both of us…” Lucy
sighed. “We need to get more settled.”
    I threw my hands up in
frustration. “We’ve settled, we have been married for over a year,
were more than financially stable, what is the problem?” Lucy
placed her hands on her small hips like she was through with the
conversation and was now going to set me
straight… who does she think this
is?
    “ Look I don’t want to talk
about this anymore. I’m not taking any time off from work and I’m
not having a damn baby, period.” I stared at her coldly and she
immediately eased back. “We’ll let me help you prevent that from
happening.” I grabbed a pillow from off of the bed and headed for
the door. “I’m sleeping on the couch.” “Grant don’t do this!” I
heard her calling for me but she got no reply. As I reached the
bottom of the stairs I hesitated and thought about going back
upstairs to apologize, maybe even get some make up sex but shook it
off. I made it down to the couch and got as comfortable as
possible. I rolled my eyes when I thought about the situation I had
just put myself in. To give up a nice soft bed for a horrible
feeling couch, what the hell was I thinking…nevertheless I stayed
were I was. We both ended up sulking off to bed refusing to give
the other the upper hand.

    Lucy
    The next day I couldn’t
even focus at work, that damn Grant had my mind completely gone to
the point where I couldn’t get anything done. I have always prided
myself on being a hard worker ever since I started my internship at
the prominent fashion magazine Elite. After graduating from NYU, I
was blessed with the opportunity to work for such a prestigious
magazine as assistant editor. Knowing that there were plenty people
who would kill to have my spot I had been determined to prove
myself to New York’s Fashion world. Now that I had worked my way up
to one of the top positions in the corporation there was nothing
that could stop me now…or so I thought. I took a deep breath and an
Advil to calm my nerves, at the job I may have been dressed like
Vivica Fox in Two can Play that
Game , but I was surely feeling like Halle
Berry in Losing Isaiah . I looked at my newly built office; it was decked out with a
maple desk, chairs, and recent covers of Elite and all the
accomplishments I had made on my journey to the top. Long time coming , I
thought. I closed my eyes and relived the horror of last night. I
didn’t understand why Grant couldn’t see we were not ready for
children. I had too much I wanted to do with my life right now; I
guess there was just no getting through that thick ass head of his.
I sighed in my chair.
    “ Hey girl, are you ok?” I
didn’t have to open my eyes to know whose cheerful voice entered my
thoughts. Megan Collins had been a coworker and friend of mine for
years. We met during our first interview with Elite for our college
internships, of course the vibe between us was competitive for
black women on the rise, but when we both received the call back
for the job we became like soul sistas at the local beauty shop
ever since. “Oh I’m fine Meg. I just got a lot on my mind.” “What
too much work?” She said pulling up a seat. “I feel you girl, they
are working us like a sweat shop out here. Now I know how those
little Asian children in the factories feel.” I chuckled at her
comment and rested my eyes on her pretty clover green ones that
matched her office dress. Megan was a very thin and beautiful
biracial woman with incredible bone structure, straight brown and
blonde hair, light olive skin and legs to die for.
    Meg easily could have been
a model for Elite, but some people don’t take well to the
spotlight. “It’s not the work load…” I said sighing again in
frustration. “It’s Grant.” She looked at me confused. “What? Is
there Trouble in