Something I wrote in May

I attempted Writo de Mayo (no desire to finish it), but here’s what I wrote for it:

Stephanie took one look at the window of the test stick and sighed. She had known the result before it had popped up, but she had hoped she was wrong. She shook her head as she placed it carefully on the counter. She sat down on the toilet seat and put her head in her hands. What was she going to tell Jason? What was his reaction going to be? They had talked against the idea to become permanent, and she had liked the idea. At least then, she had. Now she was not so sure. This was not supposed to happen.
Stephanie Jamison was an accountant who had just been looking for a little fun, something so that she refuted the idea that she was just another stuffed shirt. She hated others thinking of her as boring, plain, and not a lot of fun. While she was never a barrel of laughs or anything like that, she had hoped she was not just another little pencil pusher. She had walked into that bar, on the hunt, so to speak, for a bit of a good time.
Stephanie did not consider herself sexy, not in accordance with modern standards. She liked to think of herself as cute, maybe all the way to pretty, but never sexy. Her long blonde hair was natural, and had just enough highlights to make it shine. Her blue-grey eyes could sparkle with humor, but she usually kept them hidden behind smart, sturdy glasses. Her frame was slim with her chest smaller than average but lacked the sag some women her age had developed. Only in her mid-twenties, she figured she was as ‘hot’ as she was ever going to be.
Jason Browning was the Senior VP of Browning Managements. His company used Hartford and Hartford Accountings, the firm Stephanie worked for, to do the accounting and payroll books for them. She had never worked on the files for his company, but she had seen him, and some of the other bigwigs in the offices. His dark brown hair with golden highlights, and strong facial bone structure had appealed to her.
When she had seen him in the bar, she made a beeline for him. She had tried being coy, but that had been a miserable failure. Failure with a capital F. Stephanie did not tolerate failure, so she had pressed on and told Jason, direct, what she was looking for. She had expected him to walk away, or laugh in her face. He had done neither. Instead, he had bought her a drink, and took her home with him that night.
It had not ended that night either. It had continued, and was continuing. They did not consider themselves a couple, nor were they really friends, with benefits or otherwise. She had no idea what they were, but she now knew that they were about to become parents, whether they were ready for it or not.
Stephanie had no idea if she wanted to have kids. She was an only child, and the child of a late-in-life couple. They were both almost in their seventies now, and talking retiring to another state. She doubted they would be much help in the raising of a child, as they had never seemed to want to be with Stephanie, as she grew older.
The one thing that she knew was that she was going to keep this child. If she had to go it alone, she knew she would be able to. The firm she worked for had great benefits, including the ability to work from home during the week, and it had an in-house daycare center for parents. She would prefer not to have to, but if she had to, at least she knew she could.

Jason Browning was deep in thought. He was currently looking for a way out of his relationship with Stephanie, if one could call it that. He had realized he was looking for more than just a casual relationship. He was looking for something more permanent. He was getting close to thirty-five, and felt the need, the urge, to settle down, and start a family. It might be partly the nagging of his mother for grandchildren, but it was beginning to make him realize what he truly wanted. He had reached his goal in business, and now it was time to reach it in his personal life.
He did not want to lose Stephanie, if he thought about it hard enough. He just felt that he had no other choice. She did not want a relationship. She had made that clear from the start. He did not understand why, now, he wanted her to want something different. He had not until just recently.
He thought back to the night the condom had broken. The condom he had not told her broke. The one he should have, but did not because she had told him she was on birth control, so it should have mattered. He did not know why his brain kept going back to that night.
That night had been full of passion. He had felt like he was on Cloud Nine from brokering a great deal and scoring his firm a nice chunk of change. She had been ecstatic over a promotion, from being the third in command on a project to the lead. He still had no idea what had excited her so much. He had not quite understood what she had been going on and on about, as numbers, on a whole, made his head spin.
He had not heard from Stephanie in over a week, though, and he wondered if something was wrong. Picking up the phone, he dialed her work number. It was after 9am. She was most likely there at work, since it was Tuesday.
He stared puzzled at the phone. It had just rung and rung, until her voicemail had picked up. Stephanie never missed a day of work. He wondered if she had some appointment. He did not expect her to give daily accounts of her schedule, but he was a bit worried. She usually told him about any appointments during the week, in case they could meet up. He did not really care what they did; he just liked talking to her.
He pushed the end call button on his phone, and then tried her cell. Maybe she was out. He wanted to see her, to gauge the possibility of their relationship going further, or stopping it in its tracks.