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nodded like
everything was cool. “Understandable.” I looked at him offended.
“What? You agree.” He saw my reaction and tried to explain. “Grant
you were a mechanic before right?” “Yeah…So?” “So why did you
decide to become a welder?” I thought about his question. “Because
the pay was better…I needed something different…I wanted more for
myself.” Frank took another sip of his beer again before
speaking.
    “ And so does she. I know
Lucy is an assistant editor and all but she’s trying to make it to
the top, she’s trying to accomplish her dreams, and that’s a hard
thing to do with children. Trust me I know.” I rolled my eyes at
the fact that yet another person was missing the point I was trying
to make. “And how long is that going to take Frank? Huh? That could
be years before she makes it to editor. By the time she would be
thinking about kids and shit, she’ll be as old as Harriet Tubman.”
Frank laughed to the point that beer shot out of his nose. “And
frankly how many times do we see women so obsessed with their
careers that that they lose sight of everything else. I know how
hard she has worked, It’s not like I don’t want to see her do good,
but I also don’t want her to lose sight of what is important like
our marriage…a family.”
    Frank couldn’t argue with
that, he leaned over at patted me on the shoulder. “Well man it’s a
two sided coin, have you tried talking to her about it?” I turned
my head and looked at the wall. I didn’t want to talk to her about
it; I’m tired of hearing her excuses as to why she doesn’t want my
baby. I figured if she was unwillingly to budge I was done talking
about it. “Look Grant, a closed mouth can’t say anything. You need
to talk to her and tell her how you feel. Maybe you guys can come
to a mutual understanding…and if not keep hope alive” He continued
to chuckle as the fight came to a close. I shook my head and
watched on; I didn’t feel like talking to her... not
now.

Chapter
3
    Compromise or
Control

    Lucy
    Talking was the last thing
Grant and I did. He started coming up with any and every excuse not
to be home and when he was home he avoided the baby topic
altogether. By Friday I had enough of the elephant in the kitchen,
the living room and especially the bedroom. I didn’t see the point
in having a kid not when I got his ass, giving me attitude like a
twelve year old girl. I don’t have to put
up with this, I thought to myself. And I’m no longer going to. Grant was going to
talk to me whether he liked it or not. I
paced the living room floor waiting for him to come home and I
watched the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. As Five o
clock turned into eight o clock and eight o clock turned into
midnight that turned into me falling asleep on the couch dreaming
of knocking Grant the hell out as soon as he came home.
    I couldn’t believe the
nerve of this man to not come home at a decent hour and didn’t even
bother to call to say he was going to be late, was he trying to
scare the living hell out of me? By half past two in the morning I
heard the click clacking of keys in the door. I slowly rose to my
feet when I realized it was Grant, my relief and gratefulness soon
turned into anger and frustration. “Well were the hell have you
been?” I yelled at him and stared coldly. He seemed taken back by
my anger and slowly came forward. “Relax, I was at Frank’s house.”
“Until two in the morning, do I have dummy written on my forehead?”
I eyed him closely; looking for certain clues to any suspicious
activity… can never be too sure. He rolled his eyes, slowly eased
off his sports jacket and threw it on the couch.
    “ Look, I went over there
to watch the fight; the main event didn’t get started until around
midnight. Why are you tripping? Not like I haven’t done this
before.” I was in disbelief. “Yeah and you have also called home
before what happened with that? I mean damn Grant the fact