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Careers. Love. How do you determine which takes precedent? Which is more important? How do you decide which gets more attention? A dilemma. No. You just push it to the side. You shove it under the carpet, hoping that it will just disappear and no decisions have to be made. He thought this interview would be just like the others. Mundane. Same questions asked. Same questions answered. Jaxon Ryder should have known that would have been too easy. The celebration in the locker room was loud but something soft had encountered the sweat and smell of jock straps and uniforms. ******** This was the last one. She was never doing this again. She smiled. This was ALWAYS the last one.Overpaid athletes. Prima donnas. This time was different. Typical interviews were with the quarterback or wide receiver. This interview was with the punter, with the initials, J.R. She was walking into a Dallas episode. There was no dignity left. Jovi Taft's goal was to finish this interview in record time. After all, he was just a punter in the league. How good could he really be? ******** Ryder heard the steps. Jovi turned the corner. She bumped into a chest. Without missing a beat, both glued to each other, in unison stated:"Let's get this over with."

It was going to be one of those Monday mornings. As Logan was jogging into the hospital entrance, he could see several others were in his dilemma. Running a bit behind. It was Logan's first day of his new travel assignment. He did not want to be late. Logan knew the first impression was the lasting impression. He located the elevators and knew that jogging was out, it was now an all out race to get on that first set of elevators which would take him to his favorite place - the pediatric unit. Logan piled in with about eight other medical personnel. He was pushed to the back corner to make room for possibly a few more. All of a sudden, he heard a female scream "don't you guys dare leave me, here I come." Logan smiled to himself. That female voice sounded quite demanding. Logan chuckled. He could not wait to see who matched the voice. When the individual stepped on the elevator, he heard another female voice say "come on Gracie, you're holding us up, we're burning daylight". It was not. It could not be. Logan ONLY knew of one Gracie. His Gracie.

Heaven Raye stood in the darkness. There was nowhere to go. There was no one to ask what was the next step? There was no one but her. She was alone. The only decision that could be made was in front of her. She packed all she owned in a garbage bag. There was no luggage with a name tag attached. All that was needed was to take a step. A step forward. Frozen in time, Heaven felt a tear trickle down her cheek. She wiped it away with the sleeve of her shirt. She would not look back. She would begin a new journey. She did deserve the very best. Parker Stevens had been raised by his father after his mother's passing. There had been no time for emotion or affection from his father. The family business was successful and well known in the community. This was due in part to his father's no-nonsense approach to responsibility and commitment. Little did Parker know that in just a few short hours, his entire world would be turned upside down, but in the very best way.

She could not believe he would not stop calling. What in the world did he think she was doing? Playing hooky? Like she would ever do that. She had climbed the ladder of success within the Spotlight Marketing Agency with commitment and dedication. She was at the pinnacle of her career. This was not a good time. She was dealing with more than she could handle. Never in her wildest dreams did she fathom she would become a mother in this fashion or form. Hope Sloan had no idea how she was to tackle this all by herself but there was no other alternative. The doctor had told her to be prepared for four. One, maybe two, she could handle. But FOUR! Where would she find the time? Where would she find the support? How would she inform her boss, Mazdon Elliott, that she needed to take leave for at least four weeks? Would he be understanding? Could she do this all alone? Her heart was racing. Hope answered her cell phone hoping to get her point across to Mazdon, "If you want me, come and get me."