Will a fucking notepad really help me out?
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” he says. “Get some good ideas down on that paper.”
“You kidnap me against my will and now I’m supposed to figure out a plan?”
“Start a fucking bakery for all I care,” Magnum says gruffly before storming off. What is wrong with this man? Start a bakery… as if my ass would be in the kitchen cooking croissants all day and all night.
He leaves so I have to stare at the blank piece of paper instead of starting an argument with Magnum to distract him from the situation. I guess for the first few weeks of being pregnant, I’ll get bored staying at home watching television the entire time. Not with the power of Netflix but…
I guess I had better come up with something on this list. Whatever I come up with, I don’t want to work for a private investigator. That much I’m aware of.
Start a weed farm.
Yeah, I’m sure Magnum will love that. I laugh at the idea, even if I halfway mean it. I had a plant back in Utah with my first Mormon boyfriend, but he dumped me after he caught me skipping church to smoke weed once. I had a wild youth. It might be a good idea to settle down on the supply side now that I’m almost forty…
My next idea is slightly less crazy.
Bake custom cakes.
It’s a pretty hot side hustle these days and I used to decorate the cakes at Walmart for extra money in my early twenties. It’s amazing how all those years sort of blend together. In case thecustom cake idea fails, I want to have another idea on this list. Magnum might hate all the ideas, anyways.
Start a boba tea shop.
That one is just crazy, since I don’t know anything about boba tea and I don’t even like it. I just notice a lot of them popping up and how expensive it can get to make tapioca pearls. Non-alcoholic bars and matcha cafes like that are popular in Utah.
Be a stay at home wife and get into the best shape of my life.
Listen, what if Magnum goes for it? I don’t love cooking and cleaning, but it’s only for the next nine or ten months, right? I need to do more research about babies. Also, I need to plan for the other option – I’m not pregnant and I’ll be out on my ass in a few weeks once Magnum and I track down the person who drugged us.
Magnum might not like this list, but it’s the best I’ve got. I put the television on and start watching…Murder She Wrote.Girl, I guess. This is the type of television show you see at the dentist’s office. This man must have cable and Netflix, right?
After an hour or so, he emerges from his office with a stack of documents.
“I had my lawyer send this over,” Magnum says to me, finally drawing my attention off the television. This show is a lot more gripping than I expected, even with all the corny parts.
“You have a lawyer?” I ask as I look up at him. I’m glad I spoke before looking at Magnum because I don’t expect him to walk out of his office looking like a snack. He doesn’t have thatleather jacket on right now. Magnum has his sleeves rolled up and a pair of glasses on.Why does he look like a sexy CEO right now?
My mouth waters as I grab the stack of papers from Magnum, suppressing my attraction to thisliteral kidnapper.My trauma has finally broken my brain, because I shouldn’t be attracted to this man in the slightest. I’m sure whatever he has written in this contract will break me of the fixation. His thick forearms flex dramatically as he hands me the papers and I try to focus on the typed up words.
It doesn’t take me long to formulate a response. “Are you insane?”
“Give me your list,” Magnum demands, snatching the list from me before I actually even hand it over to him. This man is so damn irritating. I can’t even glare at him, because I have to face the insane contract he alleges alawyercame up with.
“This contract literally says that if I don’t get pregnant, you have the right to make continued attempts to impregnate me unless we discoverwhodrugged us first.”
“Yes.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“It’s not.”
“What if I’m not fertile? I’m forty-two years old.”
I’m no baby expert, but for many women, fertility decreases dramatically after they turn thirty. And what about Magnum? He doesn’t lookold,but he’s no spring chicken either. He must be in his forties too. I don’t know if the rules are the same for men, but pressing your crotch against a vibrating motorcycle as a hobby can’t be good for the sperm situation.
The expression on Magnum’s face immediately causes me to regret using the word “fertile” in front of him. He doesn’t even try to contain his excitement.
“You look fertile enough.”
