Fact - Life can’t get much better than this!

Sure, a few weeks ago I thought that life sucked. I was crying, thinking that nobody would ever love me for me. I thought that I had missed out with my one chance at love and I would die a virgin.

I was wrong.

Last night, I had the most amazing experience of my life. I made love for the first time… and the second time… third and the fourth. I couldn’t stop doing it and he didn’t stop either. I loved the feeling of him inside of me. I felt so complete finally, for once in my life. I loved the feeling of knowing that someone loved me and that they were actually showing me how much they loved me.

Maybe it was the way our bodies moved as one. I was scared that I wouldn’t know what to do but it all came so naturally.

I thought before hand that I was falling for him but now I’m positive. I know that I love him. It’s all happened so quickly but I know that this is it. This is my chance at love and I grabbed it but the – well – balls so to speak, and I took the chance. I took the chance and loved it and love him.

Lying here, watching him sleep is one of the most peaceful things I’ve ever experienced besides watching Nichole sleep peacefully after I first brought her home. I never want him to wake up. I want to see him with that smile painted across his face for the rest of his life.

“Savannah,” he whispered, opening his eyes. He looked up at me smiling. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Sleep good?”

”Perfectly,” I replied, cuddling closer to him. “I don’t even want to get out of this bed. I want to stay here forever.”

“I meant what I said last night. I love you, I really do,” he whispered, kissing me on the forehead gently.

“I love you too.”

”What time do you have to be at those offices again?”

“Ten. I should probably try to call home and talk to Nichole.”

”Yeah do that. Did you talk to her last night?” Austin asked as we both sat up in bed. I nodded my head no and reached over for the phone. Dialing the number, I felt Austin kiss me on the back of my neck. “What time do you have to be at work today?”

”Hello?” Nick asked, answering the phone, almost giggling, “Hello?”

”Hey, can I talk to Nichole? Is she up?”

”Yeah, here she is.” I heard Nick said as I looked back at Austin, mouthing “nine” to him. We both looked over at the clock to see that it was going on eight ‘o’clock.

“Hey Mommy, Daddy and I are having so much fun and did you know that I have a Uncle AJ?” Nichole said, busting out in giggles as I began to laugh. I didn’t even have time to talk before she had started talking yet again. “Mommy, tonight Uncle AJ and Daddy are going to go see a little boy named Baylee,”

”Who’s Baylee?” I asked, laying back in bed again, “Are you having fun?”

”Baylee is Uncle Brian’s little boy,” she said as I smiled. “Mommy when are you coming home? I miss you and Daddy misses you too.”

”I’m sure Nick loves not having me there. I’ll be home tomorrow morning and I’ll be there to pick you up from school sweetie.”

“Mommy, Daddy’s telling me that it’s time to go to school.”

”Okay baby, I’ll talk to you later okay. I love you.”

”I love you too Mommmy, bye.”

”Bye,” I whispered, reaching over to hang the phone up. I closed my eyes for a second, before looking back at Austin who was smiling at me. “She’s having a good time staying with Nick.”

“Good, because I’m having a good time being here with you,” Austin whispered as he leaned over to kiss me again. I could have gotten lost in his kisses if I didn’t have to go to the Kiss & Tell offices. Unfortunately I did have to go to the offices, and I had to be there in a little under a hour, beating Manhattan morning traffic.

While thoughts of the magazine tip toed into my mind, Austin kept coming up behind me, kissing me on the neck as I tried to get ready for work. He just wouldn’t leave me alone. Not that it was a bad thing, but when I was trying to put work on my mind, it was a little hard when all I really wanted to do was stay in bed with him for the rest of the day.

“Well Savannah, you’re looking radiant this morning,” Frannie said as I walked into her office a short while later. “Have a good night back in the city?”

”Yeah it was just lovely,” I replied, with a huge smile on my face. I sat down in the chair across from her desk as she looked at me. “Did I do something wrong?”

”No, but we’re about to go into the board meeting room,” she said, standing up. I followed her throughout the office, into the elevator, and up two floors, listening to her adventures of a party with Donald Trump the night before. I smiled, nodding lightly, really not caring about Donald Trump. The man has more money than he knows what to do with and continuously wants to make more while people like me, never get a chance.

Then again, I’m about to.

“Ladies, this is Savannah Shiver,” Frannie said, introducing me to the ladies in front of me. A few of them looked familiar, but I didn’t recognize any of them. Frannie introduced them, but still no names rung any bells whatsoever. “Savannah why don’t you take a seat.”

“Okay,” I replied, sitting down across from a slender, middle aged blonde who certainly had implants. I looked around the room, as Frannie went to her seat at the head of the table.

“So ladies, we are here today to go over ideas for our new magazine, Extraordinary, which is going to be a teen division of Kiss & Tell.” Frannie said as I a smile appeared on my face again.

“And Frannie,” the blonde said as my eyes moved to her, “this idea for a teen version is absolutely ridiculous. Teenagers now already read Kiss & Tell so why do we even need to market and create a whole other magazine?”

“That’s the problem with America today,” I replied, causing her to look at me. “Kids grow up too fast because they’re off reading articles about organisms or planning your wedding. They aren’t interested in that stuff. They’re interested in entertainment and dealing with crushes.”

“Excuse me, but I believe I’m a chairperson on this magazine’s committee –“ she replied, pausing to look at Frannie. “She obviously needs to go work at one of these bubble-gum magazines to write stories about Britney Spears or the Backstreet Boys,”

”Excuse me?” I asked, almost in shock at what she said.

“Why do I have to repeat myself?” she asked as she stood up. “Frannie, don’t you agree with me?”

“Well I agree with you,” the other lady in the room said as I look at her. “We here at Kiss & Tell do not want a teenybopper magazine with music stars and people with fifteen minutes of fame.”

”Well I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression,” I replied, looking at them. “I don’t even listen to music so I wasn’t even implying that.”

”Then why did you get all defensive when I said Britney Spears or the Backstreet Boys?” the blonde asked as I rolled my eyes. “If you think you can come here and create a teen version of this magazine so that you can try to hook up with one of them –“

“Oh my God,” I said, interrupting her. I was about to crack up laughing. “That is not why I wrote a proposal for a teen version of Kiss & Tell. Trust me, that was the least of my worries.”

“If it wasn’t then why did you get so defensive? We don’t want Kiss & Tell to turn into a joke,” the older woman said. “After talking with Frannie yesterday with your meetings, we, the co-owners of the magazine wanted to have a meeting with you. We have concerns.”

”Well if you just brought me here to bitch at me then why could you have just sent me a email or told Sandra back in Atlanta that you hated the idea. She had me believing –“ I said, pausing.

“Believing what?” Frannie asked as I looked at her. I was beginning to think that I had gotten myself in deeper than I should have. I was digging myself in a grave.

“She – She had me believing that the idea was great and that I would more than likely be head of the teen division, creating the magazine.”

They suddenly busted out in laughter, causing me to feel like an idiot. I didn’t know what to think of the situation. Were they just joking with me, or was Sandra fucking with me the whole time?

“Sweetie, I really liked your ideas a lot but there is no way possible that you will run this magazine if we actually agree to the idea,” Frannie said, staring at me. “You’ve got great potential one day to be an incredible editor and writer.”

“One day?” I asked, looking at her. “What’s that mean?”

“Were you not given an assignment to do by Sandra Reynolds in Atlanta about celebrities?” Frannie asked as I nodded my head yes, “Did you go through with it?”

”I couldn’t,”

”And why not?”

”Because I’m not the type of person to go and hang around celebrities to get gossip. That sort of thing doesn’t interest me.” I replied, staring at her.

“But yet, you’re wanting to be the editor of a teen version of Kiss and Tell that deals with entertainment?” the blonde asked as she laughed.

“What are you getting at?” I asked, looking at them.

“You’re getting you’re two week notice,”

“My two week notice for what?”

”You’re fired,” the older woman said as I looked at Frannie.

“Sandra didn’t have the heart to do it herself since she’s grown so close to you. I’m sorry Savannah,” Frannie replied as I looked back at the blonde. I couldn’t believe that I was fired.

Fired.
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I didn’t stay there much longer. I walked out of the board room and left the building. I didn’t know where to go, but I knew I couldn’t keep it in much longer. I ended up going back to the hotel because I had no where else to go. I got in the elevator and paused it. I couldn’t go back to the hotel room yet. I didn’t want Austin to know what I got fired. I didn’t want him to see me break down.

I sat there in the paused elevator, in the corner, crying my eyes out. I couldn’t believe that I worked so hard, so very hard at that magazine to get where I was and then loose it because a stupid assignment that wasn’t that good in the first place. I couldn’t believe that someone I trusted so much would lead me on and lie to me the whole time.

I felt cheated and used. I felt more cheated and used than I had in my entire life. Last night was so completely wonderful that I knew something would eventually bring it down. I thought maybe it would be Nick catching my apartment on fire, not loosing my job.

Thinking about Nick again, I didn’t understand why the lady thought I got defensive. Maybe I did get a little defensive; he’s the father of my child, even if I have no feelings for him or never had a relationship with him. Nichole is a part of him and I guess I won’t let anybody downgrade her, or him.

Instead, I let them downgrade me – to nothing.