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no excuse for me,”
Bryce said, sitting up straighter and adjusting his suit jacket even
though he was perfectly arranged.
    Lateisha
shook her head. “Please don’t worry about it. The whole
dinner atmosphere, it blurred the lines a bit,” she said waving
his apology off.
    Bryce
nodded and picked up the menu. “Everything here is excellent.
Have you ever been?” Then his eyes widened as he remembered
Lateisha’s current money situation.
    Lateisha
sighed, they were five minutes into their dinner and already it was
fucked up. How was she going to make it nine months this way?
    Determined
to redeem the ‘date’ she smiled, “Can’t say
that I have. I’m more of a ‘you want fries with that’
kind of girl.”
    Bryce’s
face turned beet red but he laughed in spite of it. “Right.
Well I’m afraid they don’t have fries here so you’ll
have to order something a bit different for a side.”
    Lateisha
laughed a little too loud. Finally the ice was broken. Bryce told her
which dishes were the best and when the waiter came he ordered them a
bottle of wine and their meals. Lateisha could get used to being
wined and dined. Of course, this was all business, as she liked to
remind herself every chance she could get. They wouldn’t live
‘happily ever after’ in his Upper East Side penthouse.
This wasn’t a fucking romantic comedy. Lateisha almost gave one
of her unladylike snorts at the irony of her situation, but making
the best of things was what Lateisha did best. After several minutes
of silence, Bryce reached into his briefcase he had placed under the
table when he sat down. He pulled a stack of papers out and set it on
the table.
    “Well,
let’s get started,” he said, gesturing towards the
papers.
    “Right,
the contract,” Lateisha replied. For some reason the talk of
the contract brought her mood down.
    Bryce
seemed to have sensed it and his demeanor changed. Sitting up even
straighter, if that was at all possible considering his posture was
better than the Queens Guards, he began to shuffle his papers.
    “Ok.
So I have the contract for the surrogacy, the contract to keep
yourself healthy and the, um, signing away of your parental rights
form,” Bryce pulled at his collar as if he was choking from his
starched white shirt.
    Lateisha
stifled a smile. This had to be awkward for him. Lateisha hated all
of the seriousness and felt that she should lighten the mood. But she
wasn’t sure how Bryce would take it so she closed her mouth
tightly.
    “I’ll
let you look them over a minute before you sign,” he said,
pushing the papers across the table.
    Lateisha
nodded. It was all too much. “You’re acting like I’m
signing papers to have myself euthanized,” she said with a
smirk.
    Bryce
choked on the water he had just taken a large gulp of. “I guess
it’s not all that bad, eh?” He said after a massive
coughing fit.
    Lateisha
covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the laughter bubbling in
her chest. He was so buttoned up and proper that ruffling his
feathers was so easy she barely broke a sweat.
    “Not
at all,” she answered, with only a hint of laughter, and
reached for the papers.
    While
they waited for the food to come, Lateisha read through the papers.
Everything was drawn up by Bryce’s lawyers and seemed okay to
her. The relinquishing of parental rights form stopped her short
though. She hadn’t really thought this part through as well as
she probably should have. This would be her child by blood, hers and
Bryce’s. The thought made her stomach flutter but she pushed
the feeling aside. It was business, they didn’t have a
relationship. And besides, she didn’t even want kids. Did she?
Shaking her head with disgust for herself and her traitorous
thoughts, Lateisha picked up the pen from the table and signed the
contract and the health clause.
    “Can
I wait on this?” She asked pointing to the parental rights
form.
    Bryce’s
face went dark. “I guess so,” he mumbled, a frown