Post by mischa adelaide marquette on Apr 5, 2020 11:52:09 GMT -5
Mischa had been a bundle of nerves ever since Brantley asked to think about fathering her child. She knew their friendship would survive if he said no, but her mind had been wandering down the path where he said yes. They had been friends for so long that the concept – now that it was out in the universe – filled her stomach with butterflies. Their friendship had continued as always, with messages about the little annoyances of running their companies, funny videos found on lunchbreaks, and the hundreds of other messages that came in between. Some weeks, Mischa didn’t see him from one Friday to the next, but she knew they’d still talk every day, even if it was just a series of short messages about nothing important. That kind of connection was the reason why she spoke to Brantley before exploring her other options. He fit the profile she wanted perfectly, and if she was ever going to discuss parenthood it was going to be with her best friend whether he was involved directly or not.
She wasn’t going to harass or pressure him into an answer. In fact, Mischa had promised herself that she wouldn’t even mention it until he did. This was Brantley’s decision to make and she didn’t want him to regret it once it had been made. She’d give him as much time as he needed to think everything over. It had been a pretty big thing to drop on him out of nowhere. Mischa might have been thinking about it for a while, but she hadn’t actually spoken of it to another person. To an outsider it probably did look like a spur of the moment idea and not one the CEO had been thinking about for the last several months, trying to figure out the best way to approach it. In the end there was no ideal way to start that conversation, so she’d just outright asked him. She knew he’d be shocked, but Mischa was just thankful that he hadn’t lost his head and started yelling at her or gave her the kind of lecture she just knew her mother would give if she knew of this.
It was Friday again, and Brantley’s turn to host, so she picked up the take-away they’d decided on as she drove her car across Manhattan. She had to wonder if he had reached an answer yet, but then she reminded herself that she wasn’t going to push this. It was just another Friday where they ate until they could explode and drank until they were too sleepy to get a cab home. It was typical to wake up on Saturday in the guest rooms of each other’s apartments. Mischa had often wondered why they had never just shared a place after coming to the city, but then she had always been an independent person who enjoyed her own space. She didn’t have to run changes by someone or wait for their opinion if she saw a coffee table she liked. Using the spare key that she had for him, she let herself up and into his warm, welcoming apartment. “Who ordered Thai?” She asked by way of a greeting, quickly shimmying her arms out of her leather jacket, and kicking her high heels off next to his shoes. They both treated each other’s apartments as their own, so Mischa followed the same coming home routine here as she would any other night of the week after she returned to her own Manhattan penthouse.
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TAGGED! Brantley Shannon Eastwood
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LYRICS! Found Missing - - - Juliet Simms
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