Sasha

The following day, Sasha was waiting for Norman as he pulled up outside of her apartment building. She didn't linger, and climbed into the passenger side.

"You're in a rush to get to work?" he asked.

"Yes. You can't say too much. You're here in good time. I guess we're both ready to go to work."

Last night when she finally got home, she had called her mother to ask her advice. Of course, her mother thought it was strange, but if it was something she wanted to do then full support would be provided. They wanted to be grandparents before they passed.

Their overall excitement at the prospect of being grandparents hadn't helped her in her decision. They wanted her to have a baby. For her, she didn'r know how it would work between the two of them, Norman and Sasha. They were totally different. Where she was happy with a home cooked meal, he wanted the glorious high life, living with quality chefs. She wouldn't want to go out every single night, nor would she want to go traveling all the ti