49 - Shawn

Felicity can't be serious.

Long after she's given me her answer, I still find myself glancing at the brown envelope on my desk in disbelief.

I had the contract crafted carefully. It was rushed, yes, but my lawyer's good. He put in everything I asked him to, and I asked him to put in a lot of things, including a very generous sum of money.

So why didn't Felicity sign it?

Didn't she say she wanted to be a mother? Has she changed her mind?

I want to summon her back into my office, tell her to cancel all my appointments and just have her tell me what's on her mind so she can make me understand why she said no, so I can convince her to say yes. But I wait until my work is done.

"Is there anything else I can do for you before I go home?" Felicity asks me when she pops into my office at the end of the day.

"Yes."

I leave my desk and sit on the couch, brown envelope in tow. I place it on the table and gesture to the other couch.

"Sit."

Felicity sits. She crosses her legs and clasps her hands