Making His Baby(5)

By: Lulu Pratt

“I’m a film producer.”

“Really?” She asks, instantly perking up. “What kind of films? Anything I’ve seen?”

“I’d be surprised,” I admit. “I mainly do independent films. But I’m looking to expand.”

“Still, that’s pretty amazing.”

“You think so?” I ask as I take another sip. As I do, I keep my eyes trained on her, making sure to catch her own.

“Anyone who does what they love for a living is impressive,” she counters. “I wish I could do that.”

“What do you do?” I ask.

It’s small talk, but for some reason it doesn’t seem that way. It feels like we’re creating a connection more than anything. I have known her for less than an hour and yet if you were to ask me now, I would swear it was longer.

“You know what I do,” she says coyly, offering me a wink as she sips on her drink.

“Apart from working for the number-one caterer in L.A.?”

“I’m a writer,” she says. “Or at least, I’m trying to be one.”


“Well, I will be one, I mean. It just takes time, and practice, and more time.”

I can tell that it’s a sensitive subject for her. So naturally I push.

“Anything worth doing takes time,” I tell her. “That’s how you know it’s worth it.”

“And was it that way for you?” She asks. She sounds as if she doesn’t believe me, or doesn’t want to anyway.

“Of course. The first movie I produced took two years, and I lost money. But I used that experience to make another and another, and, well, now you’ve seen the suit.” I flick the lapel on my suit, and she laughs as I do. It’s a sweet laugh, one that I want to hear again.

“Okay. I’ll take your word for it. For now. But if it doesn’t work out for me. I’m going to blame you.”



We have been in the bar for at least three hours. But the conversation has been effortless and free flowing. There have been no gaps, no awkward pauses.

Everything that has been said has been built off previous conversation, I can sense myself getting to know her on a deeper and more intimate level.

It’s strange, but as I glance at my watch, seeing that the night is about to come to an end. My dick twitches at the thought of taking her home and fucking her stupid.

“So, what are your plans after this?” I ask casually.

As I do, I take a sip of my beer. I switched it up after my first drink.

“After the bar? Well, seeing as it’s almost two in the morning, I’m guessing that bed is on the horizon. Or at least Netflix and bed.”

“As great as that sounds. I think that you should come home with me instead.”

I’m straight forward in the way I say it, almost making it so she can’t say no. It’s a trick I had learned from my long years of playing the field.

“Is that right?” She responds, sounding more intrigued than anything.

“Yes. I don’t like the idea of you making your way home in your current state. It’s dangerous, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

“As honorable as that sounds, I think I’ll pass,” she responds. “I’m not that easy. And besides, I require a real date before I go home with a man. One where the location doesn’t smell like stale carpet and bad decisions.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’m counting on it.”

As she finishes her drink, she holds back a small burp, and it’s the cutest thing I think I have ever seen. It is right then that I know I’m going to call her. There’s nothing that will be able to stop me.

Chapter 4


“The orange juice is in. The Champagne is mixed. Now, all I need is the gossip, and we have the makings of an excellent day.” Amy plonks herself down in the chair opposite mine as she takes her first sip of our home-made mimosas. “Not bad. Could do with some more Champagne. But then again, can’t everything?”

Amy is my best friend and has been for the better part of five years. She’s a hairdresser, and that’s how I met her. I went in for a simple haircut and was talked into totally reinventing myself. Since then, I haven’t looked back.

“I invited you over here for some life advice. Not gossip.” I chuckle as I sample our beverage for myself.

It’s only just past noon on a Monday, but as Amy has the day off, she convinced me, very easily, the time was perfect for drinks.

“Gossip? Life advice? Please tell me how the two are different, and I’ll quit drinking today.”

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