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Every time I saw her, I wanted to do a little dance and sacrice a goat. Or maybe just give her aKit Kat. Admittedly, I saw her less and less as themagazine got bigger and bigger. I knew her grandfather, Bob, the president of Spencer Media and ultimately our big boss, was grooming her to move up in the company and while I was happy for her, I wasnt ready for her to disappear from the mag. Bob was basically the Donald Trump of publishing, which might have sounded like an exaggeration if I hadnt known for a fact that Delia and The Donald were on rst-name terms.

While the New York billionaires club was bigger than you might think, it was still pretty cliquey. Theres nothing specic, I said. Its just a feeling. Mary and Delia have been in and out of each others ofces all week and theyve both been very quiet around me or so Theyve been quiet or youve been extra loud?

It is December. I gure youve been running around in some ugly Santa sweater singing holiday songs since the rst, right? Dont interrupt me. She didnt need to know that was exactly what Id been doing.

Theyve been weird, all right? Something is up. You didnt think to just ask them? I stared at her revelatory concept. Oh Jenny, you and your common sense. Um, no? Right, Jenny sighed, because why would you do something as obvious as that? Oh, fuck off. I hopped up and grabbed two fresh beers from the fridge, popping the tops and handing one to Jenny.

I want everything to be OK, thats all. Youd know if it wasnt, she reassured me.

Youre a pain in the ass like that. I nodded slowly, considering her sage advice. Tomorrow, I would march into Marys ofce and ask what was going on.

Denitely tomorrow or the day after.

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Although maybe it would be better to wait until Monday. By Monday, I would totally know when I was going to ask. We ought to be drinking mulled wine. I frowned at the bottle of Brooklyn lager, changing the subject. Or at least eggnog. Mulled wine takes too long and eggnog tastes like shit, Jenny pointed out. While my old Topshop jeans and Splendid T-shirt were speckled with a years worth of dust from the tree ornament boxes, Jennys black leather leggings and white cashmere sweater looked like she had just slipped them on.

Probably because shed been about as much help as a chocolate teapot as soon as shed taken her coat off. Besides, youre the one who insists on living in hipsterville. I dont think you would nd either of those things on Bedford Avenue.

I can sniff out Christmas like Rudolph the red-nosed bloodhound, I said, sipping the cool, bubbly goodness. Christmas makes everything better, even hipsters. Nothing makes hipsters better, Jenny disagreed. Give me a man in a suit any day. Arent you dating a hipster? I reminded her, putting my beer down and grabbing my handbag while I was still sober enough to climb the stepladder. And havent you been doing so for some time?

Yeah, I think that might have come to a natural end, you know? What the hell are you doing?

Im going to hide a copy of The Great Gatsby in the ceiling, I explained, holding up a small padded envelope. Its Alexs Christmas present and I know hell go looking for it if I dont hide it. I think youre confusing Alex with yourself. Jenny eyed my climb up the ladder with badly hidden nerves but didnt offer to get off her arse and help. Never had him pegged for a reader. Unlike you, he reads all the time, I replied, straining to open the vent cover.

There was a reason I let boys do things like this, feminism be damned. Ive tried to get him to watch telly like normal people but he wont have it. I read, she protested, at on her back across the sofa. Like, every day. I dont know if self-help books actually count as reading. I nally got the vent open enough to slide the book inside without trapping my ngers. And have you read them all yet?

When do you know if youre self-helped? Self-improvement is a process, Angela, Jenny announced. Its a journey without a destination. Whats going on with Craig?

Thats kind of the issue. She pulled 8. I think Im ready to date a guy who wants to take me out for dinner instead of ordering pizza. There are only so many evenings a girl can spend watching Breaking Bad until three a. Yeah, I agreed, wondering whether or not that number was as high for Jenny as it was for me. Dude, can you believe Erin has two babies?

Two of them. Its crazy. It is weird. I pretended not to notice that shed changed the subject. I gured wed get around to whatever was really bothering her sooner or later. One minute there were no babies, now there are two babies.

It feels like she moved away or something. Our friend Erin had recently rebranded herself from a super-hot PR maven into a baby-making machine. As soon as she was married, she got pregnant with Arianna and as soon as Arianna was sitting up straight, she was pregnant with Thomas Junior. Obviously, she wasnt quite so available for manicure dates and spurof-the-moment cocktails as she used to be. I know, I talked to her yesterday for the rst time in a week.

Says shes coming back to work super soon. Jenny made a clucking noise. But, dude, one baby and your own business is one thing, but two? Its not going to be easy. Erin has two babies. I rested my head on the cool steel of the stepladder and shuddered. I cant even process the fact that she has one.

Its madness. Its like you having a baby. And why wouldnt I have a baby? Jenny looked up sharply.

I saw her tightly drawn mouth and arched 9. Oh bollocks. Im fundamentally unbabyable? Thats not what I meant. I was too tired to pick my words as carefully as they needed to be picked. It had been a long day, Id just put up a Christmas tree and I was halfway inside an air-conditioning vent. Me and my bright ideas. I only meant that its strange that when I moved here, we were all single and going out and dating different guys and stuff and now Erins got two babies, youve been dating Craig forever, Im married to a boy and it just seems weird when you think about it.

That should do it. And now to shufe backwards out of the air-conditioning vent and safely back down the ladder.

Piece of piss. So you think it would be weird for me to have a baby? You think I wouldnt be a good mom? Oh, for fucks sake. No, Im sure you would be amazing, I said, shufing half an inch at a time, clenching my hands into tiny, tight sts and then stretching out my ngers as far as they would go. A yoga teacher had once told me it would calm me down in stressful situations.

She was incorrect. Whats this all about? Wheres it coming from? Well, Ive been thinking, Jenny said, sitting up and ufng out her hair.

I want to have a kid.

I paused on the ladder, took a moment and considered my response. You mean you want to have a baby at some point in the distant future? Jenny shook her head.

I mean I want to have a baby now. I breathed out slowly, pufng up more dust, and Maybe if I rubbed it hard enough a genie would appear and I could wish some common sense into my best friend. Ive been thinking about it, Jenny said, launching into her clearly prepared speech before I had a chance to get a word in.

Theres never going to be a better time. Ive got a great job with great maternity benets and Id absolutely be able to work around my pregnancy. So many of the girls in the ofce are pregnant right now, Erins been talking about opening a day care centre in the building. In the building? I asked. Next to the gym, Jenny nodded.

Of course. I raised my eyebrows and tried to restrain the tutting noise I was desperate to make. Where else?

Sometimes I forgot Erin was obscenely wealthy. Most people would just get a childminder but why bother with that when you could open your own nursery? Jenny had been working for Erins PR company for a couple of years and she was good at it. She was also good at making rash decisions without thinking about the long-term effects on her life. Usually it meant spending a months rent on shoes, dip-dying her hair badly or indulging in the odd love affair with a complete dickhead, but a baby?

This was a worry. Ive got a great apartment, great friends, Im healthy, nancially stable and I want a baby. She sounded so pleased with herself, I didnt quite know what to do. Why wouldnt I do it? The longer I wait, the harder its going to be. Im going to say something controversial now, I But is Craig, who is still techni cally your boyfriend as far as I know, the best candidate for Father of the Year?

I tensed, gripping the metal handlebars, expecting her to pull the ladder out from under me. Instead, she laughed. It was tough to say whether or not a shot to the chops would have surprised me more. Oh Angie, Craig? Something Id said had clearly tickled her. No way! Craig can barely look after himself. And its been fun but we both know it isnt serious.

I was confused. Did we know that? We, you and me, or we, you and Craig? We, me and everyone. She spoke very slowly, rolling her eyes. I thought. As though I was the mentally unstable one in the situation? Craig knows this is what it is. Hes not ready to have a baby.

But you denitely, denitely, super certainly are?

I trod as carefully as humanly possible, metaphorically and literally. After all, a slap could still be in the ofng. This is the biggest decision youll ever make, Jenny. Which is why Ive been thinking about it so seriously, Angie. She gave me a gentle, knowing smile. I assumed shed been working on it as her maternal look.

Its all Ive thought about for, like, days. And that was the precise moment when I lost my shit. Like, a week. Two weeks, she muttered into her beer bottle. Since Erin had TJ. Youve been thinking about it for days? I knew I was shrieking but I had absolutely no control over the You cant make a decision like this that quickly, Jenny.

Just because someone you know recently heaved a tiny person out of their vagina doesnt mean you should do the same.

If Erin jumped off a cliff, would you jump after her? I jumped off the bottom step and gave her the frowning of a lifetime. Its hardly the same, she snapped back. I want a baby. And I want a unicorn to y me to work every day but thats not going to happen, is it? Unicorns dont y! Jenny shouted. Thats not the point! I shouted back. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments, Jenny sipping her beer, me imagining how useful a ying unicorn might actually be. Anything else was too traumatic to think about.

I have an appointment with my ob-gyn tomorrow after work, Jenny said quietly after a couple of minutes. I was going to ask you to come with me but if you dont feel comfortable, Ill ask Sadie. Of course Ill come, you daft cow, I replied, lifting up her legs and dropping onto the sofa. Clearly I was going to have to go along, if only to make sure she didnt accidentally fall on someones penis en route.

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I just dont want you to rush into anything thats permanent. Like running away from home and moving to New York without knowing a single soul and ending up married to one of the only decent men left in the Tri-State area and landing your dream job? She pursed her lips and raised her eyes to the ceiling. Ooh, the sneaky cow would use my own silverlining fuck-ups against me. Yes, exactly like that, I replied with a gentle slap on the back of her head.

Because if I hadnt met you and listened when you tried to talk some sense into me, I would have been back at home by now, either living with my parents or, God forbid, married to a horrible man who was cheating on me. Whatever, she replied, setting her empty beer bottle on the oor and slapping me back. But youll come with me tomorrow? To the doctors? Ill come to the doctors with you. I held her cold, damp hand in mine and gave it a squeeze.

But Im staying at the head end. Im not getting involved with anything in stirrups. Youre such a prude, she sniffed, pulling away and turning her nose up at my lthy sweater. I would totally take a look at your cervix if you asked me to. And I never, ever will, I promised. Well, would you look at that we have a tree.

I heard the door close behind Alex an hour or so after Jenny had left, while I was busy adding the decorations to my masterpiece. It was taking longer than I had anticipated and Id already cried twice. Dressing the Christmas tree always made me emotional. As did drinking four beers in an hour and a half with my wannabe-babymama best friend.

We do, I said, turning my face up for a kiss as he tossed the mail on the coffee table behind me. I was on my way home and Jenny was coming over and I thought, well, we might as well pick it up and save you a job at the weekend. Youre so thoughtful, he replied, looking over at the blatantly-still-full dishwasher. The dishes are still totally in there, arent they? I love you so much. Have I told you how much I love you? I replied with another kiss.

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Isnt it pretty? Its beautiful, Alex replied, picking up a silver bauble and hanging it on a random branch. Like you. I waited until his back was turned and his attention fully on nding a beer before moving the bauble to a more suitable spot.

Where have you been? Around, he said, leaning against the kitchen counter and wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I was gonna get a haircut but I didnt. I carefully placed a blown-glass Santa Claus on a low branch of the tree. You are an enigma, Alex Reid.

I know, Im trying to cultivate an air of mystery so you dont get bored of me. He popped open his beer and took a deep drink.

How was your day? Hows Lopez? Something weird is going down at work my money is on an alien invasion there was half a mouse in someones sandwich at lunchtime and Jenny has decided she wants to have a baby. I added a delicate silver star above the little Santa. What do you fancy for dinner? Dont say half a mouse. To his credit, Alex didnt even look fazed. Instead, he just sipped his beer and nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on the tree.

Half a mouse? Was it fried at least? Everything tastes good when its fried. I smiled and felt my shoulders drop. Just being in the same room as him made my life a thousand times better. I let my attention waver from decorating the tree for a moment, just long enough to get a good look at the hottest man I had ever had the privilege of His green eyes were dark and heavy against his pale skin and his cheeks glowed from the cold outside in a way that not even Glosss beauty editor could replicate.

He gave me a questioning smile and brushed his too-long hair out of his face, tucking the fringe behind his left ear. I still wasnt quite sure how Id managed to lock him down but, sparkle sparkle, the two rings on my left hand reminded me I had pulled off that miracle. Can I help with the tree or should I keep a safe distance? He hovered by the tree for a moment, before settling on the arm of the sofa, poking around in the ornaments.

Id stick with a safe distance, I admitted, stopping myself from slapping his hands away from the glittery box of joy.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

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Will it bloom this year? A Game of Chess The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, Glowed on the marble, where the glass Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines From which a golden Cupidon peeped out Another hid his eyes behind his wing Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra Reflecting light upon the table as The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, From satin cases poured in rich profusion; In vials of ivory and coloured glass Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes, Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air That freshened from the window, these ascended In fattening the prolonged candle-flames, Flung their smoke into the laquearia, Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.

And other withered stumps of time Were told upon the walls; staring forms Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed. Footsteps shuffled on the stair. Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair Spread out in fiery points Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.

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What is the wind doing? Do you see nothing? Is there nothing in your head? What shall I do? What shall we do tomorrow? And if it rains, a closed car at four. And we shall play a game of chess, Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.

He did, I was there. Oh is there, she said. You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. And her only thirty-one. You are a proper fool, I said. Goonight Lou.Celebs, sunshine and beautiful boys No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

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Id stick with a safe distance, I admitted, stopping myself from slapping his hands away from the glittery box of joy.

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