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baby is a big decision. It had taken me a long time to come to terms with the
idea that we should have a baby together. It was a conscious decision we made
as a couple. We were going to have a baby and start our own little family.
Samantha then went behind my back and had an abortion. Maybe, I am a hypocrite,
but to me that is murder. She killed my baby. We made a conscious choice to
have this baby. You cannot agree to make life and then take it away because
you’re frightened of the future. If that is how she felt I would never have
agreed to have the baby.
    ‘My baby...’
    I dropped my head into my hands.
    I began to sob.
    ‘I just want my baby...’

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Nine: The Publisher
    ***
    I walked into the living room and sat down next to
Lucy. She was curled up in the corner of the couch. I let out a long sigh
before answering my cell phone. It was a call from my publisher. It was the
call I had been dreading. I was kind of hoping they would want to discuss it
online, but the editor wanted to personally call me and try to sort this situation
out. I hated confrontations. This was going to be a long and difficult phone
call. I was not looking forward to it.
    ‘Hello.’
    ‘Hello, Logan. I read your e-mail and understand
what you want to do, but I am sort of hoping we can come to some sort of agreement.
Why do you want to leave the publisher?’ She got straight to the point.
    ‘I explained this in the e-mail,’ I replied. ‘I just
want to step back from the children’s books and take my stories in a different
direction.’
    ‘I understand and respect that, but you can do that
and work for us.’
    ‘I know, but I just want a fresh start.’
    ‘Logan, you are our bestselling author. The
publisher needs you.’
    ‘I apologise for doing this to you. I appreciate
that you gave me this fantastic break, but I have been writing children’s
novels for five years now. I don’t enjoy it. I find them hard to write and I
find them depressing. I want to be true to myself. I want to work on more adult
books.’
    ‘Can you just think about staying with us?’
    ‘I am sorry. I have made up my mind.’
    ‘How can we convince you to re-sign with us?’
    ‘You can’t. I have to do this for myself. I want to
be happy with the books I put out.’
    ‘Just think about it for a few days. You may have a
change of heart. There are thousands of writers that would give their right arm
to be in the position that you are in.’
    ‘I know this. This isn’t an easy decision. I haven’t
made it on a whim. I have to do this.’
    ‘We can cut back promotion. You can have more time
off.’
    ‘It won’t change my mind,’ I replied. ‘I’m sorry.’
    I had a feeling this conversation was going to
continue like this for the next hour.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Ten: Research
    ***
    I sat in front of my computer and smiled. I had the
biggest grin upon my face. I looked like a complete fool, but I couldn’t help
it. Isabella was stunning. Our webcams were open and her image filled my
screen. Isabella had beautiful long black hair. It was as dark as deep space.
She had a really exotic soft mahogany skin tone and a face that looked like it
had been made by the gods. Her smile was breathtaking. She was wearing a tight
t-shirt with a floral design. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. It
hugged her perky breasts and slim body.
    ‘I can’t wait for tomorrow,’ said Isabella.
    ‘It is going to be fun,’ I replied. I clicked on my
web-browser and opened my favourites menu. A list of sites I visited on a
regular basis opened up. Isabella’s image shrunk down into the top right hand
corner of my screen. ‘I already feel like I know you.’
    ‘It’s weird, right? I mean that in a good way.’
    I laughed. ‘I know what you mean. I honestly believe
things will flow naturally when we meet. Normally, if I was meeting a woman as
beautiful as you I would be so nervous and just turn into a stumbling bumbling
idiot,