" You never said you wanted me to stay." What if I asked you to? Stay in my life from now on?" As a friend, I take it?" Yes."I buried my head in my ha...ds. "You're not helping in the out of sight, out of mind department." I miss having you around." Just not as a boyfriend." After a brief pause, I looked back up at her. "Can we just start with me not avoiding you from now on, and we'll see how that goes?" I'd like that." A quick pause, then, "There is one more thing." Hmm?" Liz and I are throwing. “Mr Dickinson will see you now” said his admin assistant as she left the office, presumably for her lunch break. I entered his office, immediately my defences were up. My arms folded with my head down nonchalantly. I stood in front of his desk, it felt like ages, I couldn’t feel my legs, and started to shift on the spot, almost as if to reassure myself I still could. “Do you know why I have sent for you Natasha?” he said in his firm tone “No sir” I stated defiantly “Are you. Oh, oh! It seems I am in big trouble for asking him to fill me with his child. Mason, are you alright? I query with swelling anxiety and fear. I just want to have a baby with him. Nothing more and nothing less! Well, if this doesnt seem like a cleverly brilliant idea to him, he should let me know so that I know what else to do. You have petitioned for too much than I can offer you, Emma, he declares with a provoked and afraid face. I cannot expressly pinpoint it. It seems that he is seriously. We arrived at the party after an argument with Emily about what to wear. I bought along my Sunday morning attire I wore while playing in the band, but Emily wouldn’t let me out of the house until I put on one of her dresses. Although we were the same size everywhere except in the top, it fit OK. Then Emily pulled out a bra with permanently fixed “helping devices” as she referred to them. I reluctantly put it on and was pleasantly surprised at how nice they made the dress look, even if it.