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“Thank you. My wife picked it out.”
“Your wife has excellent taste.”
“I don’t want you in here,” Damien said.
“What? Why?” My brows furrowed.
“Because of all the dust. It’s not good for you or the baby. You must wear a mask if you want to come here while it’s being remodeled.”
“Yes, sir.” I saluted him.
“You’re funny.” He smiled, kissing me goodbye.
When I arrived home, I grabbed the mail and noticed a letter from my doctor’s office. It was the result of my genetic screening with the baby's gender. I couldn’t wait to find out, and I couldn’t wait for Damien to get home from work, so I climbed into a cab and headed to his office.
“Babe, what are you doing here?” He smiled. “I thought you went home.”
“I did. This was in the mail.” I smiled, holding up the white envelope.
“Is that what I think it is?” He grinned.
“It is, and I couldn’t wait for you to get home. So, I’m bringing it to you and we’ll open it together now.”
“Let’s do it.” He grabbed the letter opener from his desk and handed it to me. In one swipe, the envelope was open. I took out the folded piece of paper, and Damien and I read it together. “I knew it! I knew it all along!”
“I can’t believe it.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me around. He set me down, fell to his knees, and pressed his lips against my belly. “Hi, Daisy Blackwood. It’s your daddy.”
My fingers raked through his hair as tears sprang to my eyes. “Daisy?”
“It’s your favorite name, isn’t it?” He smiled. “Because it’s mine too.” He stood up and kissed me.
Walking over to the door, he flung it open and shouted to his staff. “IT’S A GIRL! WE’RE HAVING A GIRL!”
* * *
I was sitting in a café,drinking tea and eating a cranberry orange muffin, when I looked over and saw a young girl crying into her coffee.
“Are you okay?” I walked over and placed my hand on her back.
“I’m fine.” She sniffled.
“You don’t look like you’re fine.” I sat across from her. “I’m Willa Blackwood.”
“Grace Meadows.” She wiped her tears.
“What happened, Grace? That’s if you want to talk about it.”
“My boyfriend dumped me, and I got fired from my job—all on the same day.”
“Oh no. I’m sorry.” I could relate. “What kind of work did you do?”
“I was a sales associate at Saks. One of these snobby rich ass bitches made a very rude comment to me and I snapped. I was already having a bad day, and she pushed me over the edge.”
“What did she say to you?”
“She asked if I knew what a Birkin actually looked like, or if it was above my pay grade. I’ve put up with those elite bitches for two years. After I said a few choice words to her, my manager called me into his office and fired me. Now, he’s called all the other high-end department stores, and no one will hire me.”
“I feel that.” I reached over and placed my hand on hers. “I was a legal secretary and got fired for making one mistake. My boss thought it would be cute to spread that around to the other law firms in the city. I couldn’t find another job as a legal secretary since.”