I'm His Baby Now, Bought, Sealed, And Delivered.

I work in a professional office. I have a position requiring judgement and discretion. I work the long hours. One day, without any preamble, he called to me 'baby, can you bring me some water?'

I froze and I felt like telling him I nobody's baby. But I went and got him some water.

Baby became my nickname, used for anything and everything. Baby, baby, baby. It was awful, annoying, disrespectful. When he breached the space and time and called me 'baby' in front of my subordinate, she stood stiff waiting. Baby, his voice a little louder. Baaby.

I should have shut him down the first time, I'm no one's baby.

'Baby, we are going to Atlanta'. Now, he expected me to travel with him. 'Baby, see if you can book us a room'. A room? Not rooms. Atlanta? Why Atlanta?

Baby, come sit with me. Baby, did you call him? Baby, want dinner? Baby, baby, baby.

In Atlanta was a potential customer. In Atlanta he put my bag in his room. Baby, you're sleeping here, which side do you want? Baby, move closer. Baby, turn this way. Baby, it's time don't you think? Baby, come to me. Atlanta. Why Atlanta.

There is no sense in running, no sense in getting angry. It's too late now. I may be his Baby, but I'm not calling him Daddy.