Married To An Older Gentleman

Five years ago I found out, confirmed with a doctor, that I was in fact nine weeks pregnant. I had just turned 23, I had messed up with a man from work. Not my direct boss, but he was a senior executive and definitely had oversight over my department. So my boss up the chain of command. At least he was divorced. A one time mistake, and I got pregnant.

I waited until after hours, he usually left around seven so I went to his office at six thirty. I had never been there. It scared me, he was reviewing a contract, reports and papers on his desk, his huge office with a couch and sitting area, a full size conference table. He asked what I wanted, I asked for a personal moment.

I told him I was pregnant, I made sure to emphasize I had not been intimate since my junior year, except for him. He just looked at me, he said if I was planning to bear children for him there was going to be some rules. I was off limits, period. He wanted full prenatal health monitoring, I had to move to a suitable place to live, his children were not going to be raised by an absent mother, and those rules were not negotiable.

We would have another talk but he needed to get the contract done. And what was my full name again?