Correcting a mistake
A month and a half had past since she had found out she was pregnant. She was now three and a half months pregnant, and was starting to show. Not overly so, but enough that her jeans were becoming difficult to zip and button up.
She still hadn't told Tom much to Doug's annoyance. It was that morning in work that her opportunity to get away was represented to her. Her boss came into her office and told her "I feel that you've earned and that it is time that you were promoted."
Jackie couldn't believe it. She asked "and what does this promotion entail?" He replied "it would mean your current salary would be doubled. And you would have a choice. You can either take the position here, or you can transfer over to our Chicago branch."
Jackie was stunned. Her chance to get away and not have to confront Tom with her pregnancy was staring her right in the face. She asked "if I was to take the transfer, would the fact I'm three and a half months pregnant affect the deal and position I'm being offered?"
Her boss smiled and shook his head and replied "no, not at all. You'd be expected to work until your seventh month, before you would be granted maternity leave with pay."
Jackie grinned and told him "I'm in; I'd like to transfer to Chicago. I want a new start, what better then to star over in a new city?" Her bossed asked her "are you sure, there is no rush, you can take time to think this over you know Jackie?"
Jackie shook her head and replied firmly "no, I want this; I want a new and fresh start for me and my baby. I don't need to think about it, I know what I want, and I want this."
So two months later at four and a half months pregnant, Jackie was sitting in her new office. She was clearly showing, and she looked beautiful and radiant, she practically glowed.
She had changed her image drastically. She had gotten a set of new glasses that she only wore at home when she was working. Instead of the glasses on a constant basis she now wore contact lenses. Her old round black thick frames had been replaced with thin oval shaped golden frames.
She had had her hair straightened and cut to just above her neck line. It had been dyed, so she was now a brunet. She was happy for the first time in months. But that happiness was not complete by any means. As much as she hated Tom for her current situation, she still loved him and she missed him terribly.
But she could not bear to be around a man who did not love her, it was far too painful. She had never told him that he was going to be a father, that he had a son. Yes she had found out at her last appointment that she was having a baby boy. She was going to name him William Thomas Hanson.
Just because he was not with her it didn't mean that she would deprive her son of his father's last name. Her son was named after both of his father and his grandfather.
Tom had once told her that his fathers name had been William Thomas Hanson. She smiled at the thought, that her little boy would be named in honour of the grandfather he never got the chance to meet.