The Unexpected

I support single moms

"Elizabeth darling! you look radiant as ever!" cried my boss. Wow Meredith in a good mood? something must be up she's always stressed.

"Thank you gorgeous" I kiss her cheek.

"Come, come I have people I want you to meet." she loves saying things twice for emphasis almost as much as she likes showing me off.

"Daniel! you gorgeous gorgeous creature! and Rupert such a pleasure!" she cried.

"No the pleasure is mine." said a soft yet gruff voice. Two men dress smart in this seasons Armoni held cases in hand stood guarding the man who spoke and who I presumed to be Rupert.

His eyes found me. "Rupert Hale" he extended his hand "you must be Elizabeth Richards".

"Yes" I said crisply. I stood his hand and we all took a seat. I hated him immediately. He was wearing ripped jeans and a old tee shirt that read I support single moms and of coarse a black fitted prada formal jacket.

Our meeting went fairly well. He didn't say much. Apparently he owned some art gallery and owned some of our photos that he displayed. I had heard of him he owns 36% of our company and most everything else. Finance meetings were my secret talent to everyone's surprise I was a geek in high school and I actually minored in accounting.

Business school at brown is where I flourished and got hired at vogue straight away. After we finished up I simply couldn't help myself.

"Nice shirt" I said coldly to him.

"Lovely dress care to show me what's underneath?"

Everyone stood eerily still. Um my dick. "Sorry you'll have to get in line. Some of us single moms do rather well with out your assistance". I turned on my heel and walked out but I felt him smile.

***

"Sab, sweetie we can't have pizza every night. Look mommy made you a yummy casserole!"

"Eww mama no. Sabby doesn't want!" cried my unassailable four year old. I know every mother probably says this but he's the cutest thing you have ever seen. He really is though. Everyone is obsessed and not just because he irrisitably cute. He is so funny he puts you in stiches and he's more wise than most twenty year olds because he watches so much Dr. Phil. Right now he loved talking in the third person.

"Here baby..."

"Mommy no Sab big boy!" he slapped the hand that was trying to feed him literally.

"Ok but no dessert for you and mommy has cupcakes!" his eyes lit up with mischievous thoughts. He gave in though and ate his casserole.

"Cupcake?" I hand him the treat. He got it all over himself. Of coarse.

"Bath time!"

"Arg to the sea!"