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Life as she knew it could be over. Her career down the drain. One.. two rounds of stupid… pure…. amazing… intense fun and everything she worked for and sacrificed could be over. She didn’t know for sure. But, she was never late… it was a point of pride for her. When she called her doctor, she asked to get a blood test done that morning. ”Sometimes the shot wear off before the end of the fifteen weeks….these things happen.. what can you do?” she had been told so matter-of-factly. Corri could have punched her, but she didn’t need to be arrested for assaulting her doctor. The blood was drawn and all she had to do was wait. The doctor told her to relax and she would call her as soon as the results came back. Relax. How in the hell was she supposed to do that? It was about three weeks after the fundraiser event. The day after the fundraiser event, she had called Jacey to ask her about the event and asked who had been hosting it. ”the host… a business man Nixon Sanders… why?” Corri couldn’t believe that her stupid fun had been the host. Boat man was looking better and better now, Jacey was not thrilled when Corri told her that she was late. It was about two weeks after the fundraiser when she realized she was late. She started to slip out and called Jacey. ”Jacey. I… I’m never late…. It’s like a point of pride I know when and how long…” she could feel the shock and disappointment,. Corrigan just calm down for a minute… maybe it’s stress.. when was the last time…” she trailed off. Corri sighed quietly. ”the night of the fundraiser…” There was a click of realization on the other end and she swore she could feel a wave of anger coming from the California coast. ”Nixon Sanders…” Corri didn’t say anything, her silence confirmed it for her. ”Are you sure it’s not Charlie’s?” Corri scoffed. ”Charlie and I stopped having sex about two years ago… and I’m not that late.” sarcasm laced her words, her anxiety level started to rise quickly. ”Corri.. this could be bad…really really horrible…. we have to play this right or it could blow up..” Corri felt like a ticking time bomb. She practically jumped out of her boots when her phone started to ring, it was about two hours after the appointment. she answered it, feeling like she could pass out. ”Hello?” she answered even though she knew who it was. ”Miss Sparks, this is Dr. Louis… Congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant.” Corri slumped to a park dench, trying not to freak out more than she currently was. ”I’d say about…” Corri finished her sentence quietly. ”five weeks…” The doctor agreed on the other end. “I know you want this hush hush.. I’ve already been briefed by your manager.. but I will need you to come in for a complete checkup within the week..” Corri agreed to call back in the next few hours or tomorrow to set up the appointment before she hung up. This was it, it was over. she could feel it. she hated herself for being so careless. she hated him for being so careless. Her hands were shaking and she felt the urge to cry. But, she couldn’t. at the moment a group of people saw her and insisted she autograph for them and take picture with her. she didn’t deny them and forced a smile for them, easily letting them think she was giddy with excitement over her fans, not her impending doom. Once they were gone she put her hands on her forehead. She had to tell him right? It would be a dick move not to, though she imagined he wouldn’t take it any better than she had. Jacey had been prepared for this, bless her soul, and sent her the number to Mr. Nixon Sander’s office. The direct number, where she only had to deal with one secretary instead of a few dozen line transfers her. She could go to source of her problem and deal with him directly… if she had the chance to chicken out she knew she would. she collected herself, and started to walk again. she pulled out her number, her hands still shaking harshly. she dialed the number and waited. ”mr. sander’s office…” corri took a deep breath. when she opened her mouth the first time nothing came out. she tried again, this time it worked, though she had to force the words to come out; it was like her vocal cords were frozen. ”hello, this is Corri Sparks… I’m an… acquaintance of Mr. Sander’s… I need to speak to him right away, it’s an emergency..” she said in a calm, but urgent voice. ”Thank you..” Sure, she was about to have a nervous breakdown, but she couldn’t take her problems out on the unsuspecting secretary. The woman seemed to sense this wasn’t a joke and connected her to his office phone. When the phone started to ring, she unknowingly held her breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe, he didn’t really need to know, she could handle all of this on her own right? Maybe she could just take care of it… thinking like that made her want to get sick. But, it was too late, when she heard his familiar voice. There was no tone of lust or suduction, like the last time they had been in each other’s presence. She gasped quietly into the phone, her stomach going into a tight knot of butterflies. ”Hi… umm.. Helllo.. Nixon… this is Corri.. we met.. and umm… at the hospital fundraiser about a month ago...”she stumbled through her words. Would he even remember her? He probably had dozens of beautiful women since that night. She stopped, trying to catch her breath, she felt like she was going to hyperventilate. She tried to take a deep breath to help herself calm down, like it was really going to help her.

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NIXON SANDERS

Things were back to normal at the office since the big fundraiser event was over. Of course, it was one of many they would have through out the year but it was one of the more important ones. He had found out the next week they made a very large sum of money for the hospital, which was the whole idea in the first place, making those wrinkly old men open their wallets for a good cause. God knows they didn't for much else, those stingy bastards. But now it was time to get back to work, real work. Sitting at his desk, he had a couple piles growing of paperwork he needed to go through, boring work of course. His mind couldn't help to somehow find its way back to the woman he met at the fundraiser. It wasn't often that Nixon meet such a beautiful woman at an event like that and have things take such a turn as they did. He grinned just thinking about it. She was one of very few women that he actually did that type of thing with in such a ...spur of the moment type of thing. Of course, he liked her and all, but he didn't know her. Things like that are what he did before becoming the CEO and Owner of Sanders Oil Inc. His mother told him he needed to clean up his act and look and behave like someone who owned a company. It was hard for him however, old habits die hard. Working on a few projects, his secretary buzzed him. "Mr. Sanders, ther is a Ms. Sparks on the line. She said it was an emergancy." His eyebrow raised as the secretary spoke. An emergancy? Sparks? Did he know a Sparks? "Uh, alright. Thanks Cassie." Nixon picked up the phone, his voice business like. "This is Nixon." He held the phone next to his ear, listening. "Hi...ummm..Hello Nixon...this is Corri...we met..and um...at the hospital fundraiser about a month ago..." Corri... corri... Ah yes, he remembered. Nixon shifted in his seat, getting into a more comfortable position, a grin on his face. "Ah yes, Hello Corri. What can I do for you this fine afternoon?" Memories of their night together filling his mind. She was such a beautiful woman, but clothed and otherwise. Why was she calling him though?

Corri didn’t realize she had been holding her breath, until she heard him speak. There was no way she could do this. She could just walk away right now and he probably wouldn’t know anything. She was positive he didn’t know who she was and he didn’t seem like the kind of man that would watch any of the movies she was in, unless he was forced to. She couldn’t help herself from thinking back to that night. If she wasn’t in the predicament she was, she would probably enjoy thinking about it, but right now she felt like she was going to cry and throw up all at once. She knew she wanted kids, one day, but she had hoped it would be with a guy she actually knew and loved, and hopefully was married to. But apparently, life had different plans from her. She didn’t want to lie to his question, but she knew it was one of those cordial questions that you had to answer politely. she couldn’t though, she had to add a bit of snark to it. She couldn’t help but force a breathy, nervous laugh out with her words. ”I actually was hoping I could see you in face-to-face conversation.” she said softly. She was still walking through the park, trying to think, figure out her plan of action. She didn’t want to give too much away and she didn’t want to tell him over the phone because that would be horrible and kind of rude anyways. This wasn’t something you broke to someone over the phone; that was just as horrible as texting a break-up, just not something you did. She looked at her phone as it beeped at her, Jacey, letting her know she had just gotten a casting call in the city for that day. ”I was hoping, maybe we could meet for drinks?” that was a casual thing, no need to scare him off yet and ruin his day. she would wait until after work to do that. ”There is a place, the Flatiron Lounge… it’s just a casual place to get a drink, say around, 6?” she asked. After that was decided she got off the phone, still very nervous and terrified. She didn’t have time to dwell right now, she needed to get her face on and get to a casting call. She got herself a cab, giving the driver the address. While she waited to get there, she read the email more thoroughly, apparently this was merely a formality. They wanted her, though she didn’t tell her for what. But, apparently the director and co-producer was a huge fan of hers but she didn’t tell her who it was. She had just finished filming a movie three weeks ago, but that wouldn’t be coming out for at least another six months. The time flew by, when she got to the casting call, she was surprised that it was one of her former directors and she knew that this would be good. It was a tv-show, Corri was skeptical at first because she wasn’t a tv-star, she did movies. But, they assured her that she would still be able to do movies and they would be flexible with her schedule. They had taken several surveys and apparently she was the favorite of the fans. She couldn’t take the job without telling them about her accident. When she finally told them, they all started laughing. They all thought it was deliciously ironic and they were even more excited about her, they could only give her a few details, but the plan was at the end of the first season, one of the cliff hangers would be that her character would find out she was pregnant. They teased, telling her that if they were on the right schedule, they wouldn’t have to fit her with a pregnant belly. That instantly got them into talking about the writers and how they would get it to work with her pregnancy. They were already talking how they could easily shoot the first season and the second while she was pregnant. Corri didn’t know how to take all of this and felt very overwhelmed. After those events, she got to the lounge around 5:45. She asked for a water and ordered a drink for Nixon, making it a double shot of what he had been drinking the night of the fundraiser. She picked a tall table in the back, giving them some privacy, but the tall table made for a quick get-a-way instead of having to struggle to get out of a booth, all they would have to do is slide off the seat and weave through the other tables for a straight shot for the door. She knew she looked less than perfect, especially after that night, she had looked classy and sexy in that blue dress. Now, she had blue skinny jeans on, a grey sweatshirt, and knee high boots with her hair messily braided. She stuffed her gloves and scarf into her purse and draped her red coat on the back of her seat. She sat there, her fingers tapping the table top as she sipped her water, trying to breathe deep and calm herself down, her stomach starting to knot up again.

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NIXON SANDERS

Nixon wasn't really sure why this woman was calling him but he figured he would find out soon. He hadn't seen her since the night of the fundraiser so it was just wierd she was calling him now. He knew what they did was sort of spure of the moment but both seemed to rather enjoy that moment. Sure he had thought about her the first week or two after the event but since he never really heard from her and didn't know how to get ahold of her, he decided that maybe it just was meant to be left as it was, nothing more nothing less. It's how things usually turn out for him when it came to women. Most were for a good time the others just couldn't handle his life, being the CEO and now owner of one of the biggest oil companys in the western hemisphere. For a moment after he had spoken, Nixon heard nothing, the person on the other end of the line was quite. He shifted in his seat and adjusted the phone to his ear. Next he heart what sounded like quite a forced breathy laugh, which made him raise a brow. "I actually was hoping I could see you in face-to-face conversation." He looked at the clock and then cleared his throat, "Um, okay?" His response was slightly confused, unsure what she wanted. "I was hoping, maybe we could meet for drinks?" A grin appeared on his lips. What was this, was she wanting another go? He chuckled and listened as she spoke again, "There is a place, the Flatiron Lounge...it's just a casual place to get a drink, say around, 6?" He shifted again, his playful grin back again, "Why Corri, are you wanting another round?" He moved from his chair and stood up, walking to the big windows overlooking New York City, "Yeah, I know the place, I'll meet you there." He hung up the phone after the conversation was over and walked over to his desk to hang up the phone. ((he had putt it on speaker)) After a busy day at the office, a night with Corri didn't sound half bad, he could really use the distraction. Nixon's driver drove him to the Lounge in which he was going to meet her. He got out of the car and straightened his suit, another grin appearing on his lips. He made his way inside and looked for the blonde who he only knew as Corri. The waitress asked him who he was looking for and he described her and she took him back to the back of the lounge. It was quite and private. Wow, she really was taking out all of the stops. Nixon walked up to the tall table. He noticed her attire, which was much less formal than his but he didn't care, he had come straight from work so he had that excuse. Even in her jeans and sweatshirt, the blonde still managed to pull of sexy. "Hello again." His voice flowed like hot caramel. He walked up to the table and to Corri and kissed her on the cheek, he could be a gentleman. He then pulled his chair out and sat down, looking at her accross the table. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever hear from you again." He paused, "I had a lot of fun at the fundraiser." Nixon looked around and then down at the table, noticing the drink and smiled. "For me?" Man, she was really taking care of everything. Taking a drink, he tasted the alcohol, it was at least a double. Interesting. Setting the drink back down her cleared his throat, "So, what was it you wanted to talk about."

Corri was positive this was the hardest phone conversation she’d had to date. She didn’t know what the hell she was going to tell him, or how she was going to tell him because she already knew what she had to say. Two words really, all she said to say was ‘I’m pregnant’ and that would be it. It would be out of the way. She almost did it over the phone, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t do this over the phone, even though she didn’t want to it face-to-face either. He sounded confused. But, she guessed she would be confused it a person called her out of the blue and was basically a stranger. She swore she could hear his grin from the other side of the phone, she forced out another laugh. It sounded flirty right? Or just something being strangled. The two words were trying to slip out again, but she stopped them. She tried to smirk at his words. He really not no idea. She almost felt bad for what was going to happen, she would probably ruin his entire day. Instead of answering his question, she just waited, no need to ruin the excitement yet. ”See you at six.” she said quietly before she hung up the phone quickly. As she waited she sipped her water, her fingers tapping the table top quietly. She swore she could feel eyes on her, but every time she looked around, there was just the same waitress. Why was she hovering so much? Every time she looked towards her she would quickly act like she was doing something. She heard feet, at least it was quiet in there… but maybe that was a bad thing. She saw him, her eyes locking onto him and she suddenly felt like she was going to throw up. she took a quick and long drink of her water. She put her drink down as he walked over. Did he really have to look good? No one should look that good. It wasn’t legal. She gave him a small smile, her eyes closed as he kissed her cheek. It just wasn’t fair. ”Hello.” she said quietly. She wondered if she could just run out right now. What was the likelihood that he would follow after her? She looked at him, but she couldn’t meet his eyes. She usually was good at this. But, not today apparently. This was bigger than anything she’d ever had to do. She nodded softly. ”I’ve been a bit busy with a few things…” Honestly, if she hadn’t found out she was pregnant she probably wouldn’t have ever called him. He seemed okay, he was great in the aspect of how they had been together, but she wasn’t sure what he was like as a person in general. Now, she was prepared with details. She knew what he did with his life, and apparently she was even more of a dumbass. Why did she have to do that with him? It was bad enough this was going to blow up when the media found out she was pregnant. But, when they found out the baby-daddy was a CEO and owner of a very large oil company, the media would explode and the internet would probably break. ”I had fun too… it was a very… interesting night..” she said quietly. Her head nodded once again when he saw the drink. ”Yes.. umm.. I think it’s the same one you had at the fundraiser.. I just kind of assumed you liked it..” she tried to calm herself. Her heart felt too fast and she wanted to snatch that double out of his hand and down it. But, she was certain that would be a horrible idea. When he asked her what she wanted to talk about, she gripped her glass tighter than necessary. She sighed quietly, taking another drink slowly this time. Taking her time. she wondered what would be the best way to break this. Beating around the bush wasn’t her thing, so maybe just quickly, ripping it off like a band aid. ”Well, umm.. It has to do with the fundraiser actually.” She said softly. Finally, she met his eyes with her own, her fingers still gripping her glass tightly. ”There isn’t an easy way to tell you this.. so.. I guess I’ll just do it..” she glanced around, the waitress was still there and Corri sent a death glare towards her. It worked, she practically ran out of that area. ”I’m pregnant.” her voice lowered, her eyes met his again. this time they were somewhat watery, tearing up. This was the first time she had actually said it out loud like that. Out front and to someone’s face. It was terrifying. ”I just found out today… right before I called you actually…” she paused. He had to know it was his. She wouldn’t be surprised if he put up a fight though. She knew it was his, because she hadn’t been with anybody since him and there was no one before him except Charlie, but that had been years before. ”I thought I should let you know…” she mumbled, her eyes drifting away from his now that it was out. She looked into her glass, afraid she would breakdown right there. God, that would be embarrassing.

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NIXON SANDERS

Nixon wasn't noticing all of the red flags in which Corri had put out. The high amount of alcohol in the drink? The much less fabulous attire in which she was wearing. Nixon was blatenly obviously to everything at the moment. His eyes were on her. All he could think about was the evening they had together weeks ago. It was an amazing night and he was actually quite upset that he hadn't heard from her in so long. He could get used to hanging out with her more, especially if the nights ended up much like the one they had. Nixon began to nice that Corri was not meeting his eyes. Was something wrong? It was then he shifted in his seat. "I've been a bit busy with a few things..." She was very distant from him and seemed to be holding something back. He took another drink and set it down softly, watching her. What was going on? They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Nixon looked around the Lounge, looking at the other people who were there, talking amongst themselves. It was a place to come to have more intimate discussions with people or have a good stiff drink. In a way it reminded him of a gentlemans lounge, a place where woman weren't really allowed, just more for men. He brought his gaze back to Corri, an eyebrow slightly raised as she spoke, "I had fun too...it was a very... interesting night..." Why was she being so... quite...so...distant? "Yes..umm...I think it's the same one you had at the fundraiser..I just kind of assumed you liked it.." He nodded questionably. "Yes, I do like them. Thank you for remembering." Nixon spoke all too professionaly right there, the businessman coming out in him. The moment Nixon asked about what she wanted to talk about he instantly saw her change. He noticed the gripping of the glass and noticed her sigh quietly. Something was wrong. It was very evident now. Nixon instantly had a wierd feeling in the pit of his stomach. His mind began to race. What could this possibly be about? "Well, umm...It has to do with the fundraiser actually. " Her voice was soft. Nixon was looking at her and then when she looked up he froze, their eyes met. "There isn't any easy way to tell you this .. so... I guess I'll just do it." It was that moment Nixon's world stopped. In a way he knew what she was going to say. Why else after so many weeks would this woman be coming to him. Not a word since the funraiser until now. No, it couldn't possibly be true. This couldn't possibly be what was going to happen. "I'm pregnant." Nixon froze, about choking on the drink he just took. His eyes were wide as he looked at her. He instantly heard his mother in his head, she is just trying to get your money. He saw the tears welling up in her eyes but really had no clue what to say or do next. "I just found out today...right before I called you actually..." Her voice was far away and he didn't really even hear her. "I just thought I should let you know." Finally he snapped out of it. "Wait, so you weren't even going to talk to me again but now that your 'pregnant' you decide its time you talk to me?" In a way the realization of that fact hurt a little. "Are you sure it's even mine?" He paused for a moment, his mother's words coming from his mouth, "I want a paternity test." He knew it was a dick move but also knew his mother would want one anyway. He watched her for a moment, sitting there staring at her water now. He didn't want to believe her. However, the way she was behaving, it made it feel as if she was telling the truth. Why else would she be here? She obviously wasn't going to speak with him again until now. But then, she was an actress. She was good at doing stuff like this, crying and making things look believable. "Man, you deserve an oscar for this act." He paused, getting up off his chair and straighting his suit agian. "Please excuse me Miss Sparks. I must be off now but thank you for a very entertaining evening." His voice again returned to the business like tone he used at the office. Nixon had no idea what to do in that moment and needed time for this to sink in.

Corri knew it was coming. She knew he was going to freak out. She knew and she waited. She felt like she was going to get sick, maybe she would. there was no hope that he would take this in a good way. She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t see his reaction, though she knew her ears would be burning soon with his words. When those two simple and seemingly painless words came out together, her voice cracked. No. She wasn’t going to lose it here. She could easily save that for later, in private. There it was. it was out there. now it was his turn. she waited, but not very long. Really, she told him she was pregnant and he went straight to the fact that she hadn’t talked to him? She didn’t even know who he really was until she finally figured out she was pregnant. Honestly, his next question didn’t even phase her. She knew that was going to happen too, but she really hadn’t thought of it being phrased like that outside of the movies. She nodded her head softly, but she knew it was pointless, if he didn’t want to believe her then nothing she said would make him believe otherwise. Even the next question didn’t surprise her. Of course he would want that. He was a big deal, or that’s what he thought. She could only nod her head again. The tears were threatening to fall, but she willed them to go away. she couldn’t let him see her cry. but then he went for a low blow. telling her she was just acting. she looked up, seeing him stand up, but her face changed. the tears were still there but she looked pissed now. she couldn’t speak yet. she watched as he stood up and started to leave. she stood up, throwing a few bills on the table and followed after him. once they were outside, she was yelling, her coat in her hands. ”Nixon.” her voice shook as she yelled at him. it was taking everything she had to not just freak out at him. she couldn’t hold it in though, not now. not after the day she’d been having. ”I know that this wasn’t expected.. I didn’t want this either.. but you don’t need to act like this.” she said quickly. ”You don’t have to believe this is your problem either. I don’t really care what you think. I just thought maybe that you would like to know this now, instead of in eighteen years when your bastard child came knocking on your door.” she yelled, her voice raising and cracking as she spoke. she didn’t care if people could hear. she couldn’t stop herself from what she did next. he could tell her she was a whore, he could accuse her of trying to get to him or to his money, but he wasn’t going to say that she was just acting. before she could even react to herself, her arm was already pulled back and extended, placing a sharp and hard slap to his cheek. ”don’t accuse me of lying to you.” she said harshly. ”one thing I’ve learned acting is not to hold back for punches.. they aren’t as good.” as she spoke her eyebrows knitted together and her frown became prominent, but she looked pissed, the tears were still brimming her eyes. ”don’t worry about the paternity test, as far as I’m concerned you can forget about me and the baby. I don’t need you. I sure as hell don’t want you around my child if you’re going to think that I would try and trap you into this.” she said angrily as she twisted away and walked away from him quickly. when she was far enough away from him she haled a cab and got in. once the door was shut she quickly murmured the address to the driver before she finally broke down, the tears streaming freely down her face. 694 words for nixon brice sanders outfit,  she's sad and angry all at once. he had a lot of groveling to do after this!

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