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Eight Months Later

“Right, I take it back.
This
is the best day ever.”

Maria had gone into labor first, giving birth to little
Samuel Callum late in the evening. The birth went well with no problems and
Maria was now resting.

I’d come in two days later to help to bring her and the baby
home and ended up in labor myself. Twelve hours later I held my daughter,
Nicole Maria, in my arms as Brent and Maria watched on each side of me. Little
Samuel was asleep in a carrier beside us.

We all looked down at the newest edition of the family and
cooed at our precious little girl.

“You’re right,” Maria agreed. “This might be the best day
ever. We’re all complete now and soon Callie and Nicole will be at home with
us, where they belong.”

I knew then, when I looked into my daughter’s eyes that I
was never going to be lonely again. Between two lovers, a stepson, and my
daughter, my life was complete. Full of company, filled to the brim with love,
and never dull. I truly did have it all now.

The End of the
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

“Well, I don’t see how I can do the project in San
Francisco if you want me to stay here in Manhattan, James. Come on, be
reasonable, I can’t be in two places at once!”

Nicki thought she was being perfectly reasonable. She
wasn’t a mutant with superpowers. She couldn’t teleport. She couldn’t control
time and space to be in two places at one time.

But James didn’t always believe in being reasonable.

“It’s the digital age, Nicki. You can do it through Skype.
You can coordinate with the lead there, but the client wants your eye.”

She couldn’t quite keep herself from rolling said eye.

“James, look. You know very well how I work. You know that
the digital age is all well and good, but I don’t work from a camera. I need to
see the space first. I need to see the building, get a feel for it, if the new
structure is supposed to reflect that feel. Hell, you know I need to do a
walkthrough even with a perfectly empty plot to see it!”

James raked his hands through his hair and looked a bit
demented.

Nicki couldn’t blame him, not completely. There were
plenty of architects who worked the way he was asking her to. But he had known
from the moment he hired her that she didn’t work like that. She was
old-fashioned that way.

But he also knew that she was one of the best architects
in the state, which meant that clients wanted her. At twenty-six, Nicki had
already made a name for herself as one of the rising stars of the profession.
She could’ve had her pick of firms, but she had chosen James’s offer.

“Fine. Fine, so you’ll have to go out there. You can fly
down in the morning, fly back in the evening, and it’ll all be over with. After
that, you can work from here.”

Now was the other snag.

“Sure, I can do that. But James, you know I’m booked solid
for the next two weeks. The condos? I can’t turn that over to anybody else.”

James looked like he was ready to tear his hair out. That
really wasn’t advisable, thought Nicki, backing away just a bit. He didn’t have
that much hair to spare.

“Nicki, what the hell am I supposed to do now?”

Nicki was a bit taken aback. That wasn’t really part of
her job description, was it?

“Well, the San Francisco one has just been signed, right?
Have they got their permits?”

James brightened up a bit.

“Ah, no. No, they haven’t. Red tape.”

Nicki grinned and shrugged.

“There you have it, then. I can do a preliminary sketch to
keep them happy. I’ll probably change all of it when I see the space. But they
won’t mind that because all the changes will be excellent and obviously better.
Everybody will be happy.”

James looked like she had delivered him from the gallows
with a last-minute reprieve.

“Nicki, you’re awesome.”

She shrugged without feigning modesty, her grin, wide and
infectious.

“Of course I am, James. But next time, please don’t forget
that I can’t be in two places at the same time, alright?”

“Right. They insisted on you. You should be flattered,
though.”

“Oh, I am. But flattery won’t clone me or anything, so…”

“I know. So how’re the condos going?”

“Well, pretty good, actually. For once, you’ve managed to
get me a reasonable, creative and open-minded client. I’m having fun with it.
Ralph is quite open to suggestions. I’ve got him on this thing – bathrooms in
different decors, with elements from different underwater legends. You know,
there’s Loch Ness monster, there’s the little mermaid, some Poseidon imagery…
Loads to play around with. He wants to do a Harry Potter and first Triwizard
tournament challenge thing, too. It’s fun! The design part will be fun, too.
I’m glad I’ll have a hand in that!”

“Nicki, that sounds like a lot of input on design. That’s
not your main objective.”

He was frowning again. Nicki sometimes thought she could
actually see James going balder right in front of her eyes.

She knew that she did contribute to it sometimes, but she
couldn’t help it. Nicki was a free spirit who didn’t believe in being bound by
rules. If she took something on, she took on all of it. Just because she was
the one responsible for conceptualizing a building, didn’t mean that she
wouldn’t have a hand in the construction and décor of it as well.

James worried too much, in her opinion. She had never
missed a deadline and she’d never had an unhappy client, not enough to ask her
to undo or redo anything. That was a record for their firm. That was probably a
record for any firm.

Well, it was his company – his baby. She could see why he
was so worried. She could afford to be a bit of a maverick. He couldn’t.

But then, Nicki had no intention of letting her career
become so important that it gave her bald spots. She loved her work, and she enjoyed
doing it. She got paid well for it. But if she had to choose between a good
working environment and better pay, she would pick the former, any day of the
week, no questions asked.

Of course, she knew she was lucky. She’d been left an
apartment in what was now a very hip part of Brooklyn by her grandmother. She also
had a boyfriend who understood her and didn’t pressure her.

Best of all, she had her independence and she loved it.
She loved her job because she loved architecture. She had always wanted to
build. She’d never let pressure get in the way of that sheer enjoyment.

“James, relax. I swear it will all be fine. No complaints,
no going above budget, no missing deadlines – what more could you ask for? Come
on, cheer up. You know you can depend on me.”

He did know he could depend on her. Despite her slight
flakiness, she was extremely professional. Her flights of fancy still gave him
extreme headaches.

But there was something about Nicki that made everybody
around her want to try something new, even if they’d never wanted to try it
before. Sometimes, even comfortably married James, who’d been with his wife for
sixteen years wondered what Nicki’s sex life was like.

He shook those thoughts away immediately, of course. But
there was a blatant sexuality about Nicki that made him wonder things he had
never wondered before.

“Fine,” he mumbled, and Nicki twirled and bounced out, her
powerhouse of a curvy body moving enticingly enough to send even James’s
thoughts in very deliciously sinful directions.

“Babe, I’m going to be a bit late tonight.”

Nicki rolled her eyes as she got the call when she was on
her way home. She was cabbing it because she hadn’t felt like going through the
rush hour subway battle. Now she wondered if it would even be worth the cab
fare.

“Oh, come on, Mark. We planned this, remember? Date night
at home, wine and candles, lots of kinky stuff.”

Nicki caught sight of the cabbie’s smirk in the rearview
mirror and gave him a cheeky grin. Being ashamed of her sexual appetite was
something she had grown out of in college. Throughout high school, she had been
ashamed of all the feelings she had.

It had been so bad that she’d gone to college a virgin. It
had, to Nicki, been mortifying.

Now, she knew, of course, that there was nothing to be
ashamed of – neither wanting to have sex nor being a virgin. But when you’re
eighteen and leaving home, such sensible and empowered thoughts don’t really
occur to you.

“I know, but I need to finish this. Deadline, you know how
it is. And Brian didn’t show up. I’ve got to do all of it.”

Mark, her boyfriend of three years, was a coder, and an
extremely good one. But Mark had a way of doing everybody favors. It usually
meant that far too many people saw him as a pushover.

Nicki loved the essential goodness about him that drove
him to help people, of course. It was one of the things that had made her fall
for him, and she wouldn’t change it for the world.

But sometimes, when that desire to help was taken
advantage of – and she knew Brian, he took advantage of it very regularly – she
was left without Mark’s company.

“All right, if you must, you must. But you owe me one,
Mark. I’ve been looking forward to this all day. All week, actually. I mean,
it’s been a while. Are you sure you can’t make it home?”

Nicki made her voice low, throaty and husky. She knew that
always turned Mark on. But even that couldn’t tear him away from his deadline.

“Aww, Nicki, don’t do that. You know you’re doing it
deliberately. Stop it, please.”

She sighed. He was right, of course. She was being a bit
unfair.

“All right, fine. But you owe me. You’re not wiggling out
of this one. Don’t you forget that you owe me.”

Mark chuckled. Nicki usually came up with excellent ways
of making him pay. He couldn’t recall a single time he hadn’t enjoyed her
devious ways.

“Yes, honey. I definitely owe you. You can spend the
evening thinking of all the ways you’re going to make me pay, how about that?”

“Hmmm, that’s an idea. You said ‘ways’, though. Plural. So
that means you owe me more than one. You owe me an unspecified number of
favors, Mark.”

Mark chuckled.

The last time he’d owed her, it had been a
chocolate-flavored massage that he’d owed. He loved chocolate and he loved
Nicki, so that had worked out wonderfully for both of them.

But that had been a while back, he realized now. It had
been… Hell, had it actually been five months since then? Well, it was
definitely time to owe Nicki again.

“As many favors as you want, babe. Now I’ve got to go. I’m
sorry, okay?”

“Okay,” said Nicki and hung the phone up, sulking a bit.

She had been looking forward to the evening. Mark and she
had been together for three years, which was a good thing. The bad part of that
was that after three years, things can start to get a little boring.

Their sex life was still satisfactory, but ‘satisfactory’
wasn’t enough for Nicki. She wanted excellence in everything, and that included
her sex life.

Mark was handsome and sweet, and she did love him. Nicki
was pretty sure that Mark was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life
with, loving and being loved by him.

But sometimes, the thought of eternity with one person did
freak her out a little bit. She had experimented a bit in college – who hadn’t!
She had met Mark after she’d graduated, and since then, her experimenting days
had been behind her.

But sometimes, she found herself thinking about her wild
days again and wondering if she’d ever get to feel that kind of euphoric rush
again.

Nicki knew that she was shamelessly sexual. Mark knew and
loved that, too. In her experience, Mark’s tastes were a bit more conventional.
But she’d thought that she was ready to settle down and be more grown up.

In the last few months, she’d begun to wonder if settling
down that way was meant for everybody. After all, people were all different. It
stood to reason that people’s needs were different, too.

Maybe she just needed more.

But that didn’t mean that she didn’t love Mark, or that
she wanted to break up with him. Even the thought of losing Mark made her heart
beat faster, and not in a good way.

As she paid the cabbie – he still had that smirk, and
Nicki didn’t really mind – and went up to their home, the seeds of an idea was
beginning to take root in her mind.

Mark owed her a favor, didn’t he? Well, she might just
have come up with an excellent way to make it count, and count good!