by Paisley Parmer

Created on: February 12, 2009   Last Updated: February 14, 2009

The air was cool and crisp when Thomas stepped out onto the front porch that morning. He pulled his large velour robe around him tightly as he knelt down for the paper. Even though he had lived, his whole life in New York City he still was not used the harsh weather it was capable of this time of year. He set the paper down on the counter and quickly headed inside to the guest room to put on his freshly pressed suit and new silk tie. In his usual clamored rush, Thomas gulped his coffee down while skimming the business section. So wrapped up in his drive to succeed and prove himself as an equal the front-page headlines never even caught his eye. The reminders of epic love stories and the trendiest gifts were the furthest thing from his mind this Monday, Valentine's Day. Today was the day he would find out if he had finally made partner, their dream, his dream, his obsession.

Throughout all of the hustle and bustle downstairs, Stacy eight months along was still lying in their plush oversized bed. A thousand thoughts crossed her mind that morning.

"Was she really ready for a baby when Thomas was never home?"

"Why couldn't he see that the money wasn't important to her regardless of her families' social status in the city?"

Mostly though, she thought of romantic dinners or sitting by the fire while listening to the new Marc Broussard album. Stacy knew it was silly to have such grand expectations for this day after ten years of marriage but her heart and soul were yearning for romance. With a heavy sigh, she worked her way out of the bed to face the day that she was sure would be full of disappointments.

As Stacy made her way to the kitchen for some breakfast, her skin that resembled creamy caramel was glowing like only that of a pregnant woman could. She was so petite that she barely looked six months along though she felt like she had been pregnant for a year.

Meanwhile Thomas was making his way from the station to the office two blocks away. It was then that he realized something was off; he had forgotten something important. Everywhere he looked, there were perfectly trimmed red roses and heart shaped balloons.

"Valentine's Day!"

He had shouted out in a moment of frustration as the crowds of people on the sidewalk glared at him and let out timid giggles. As he made his way into the office he shouted out to Amber, his overworked barely out of graduate school intern

"I need you to run out and get something for me!"

There was no time for dinner and such tonight, Stacy

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