Cole took the piece of paper with a figure he had worked out earlier from his pocket and slid it to Lucy.  “I think this would be a fair amount for your service.  Of course, I’ll pay for all your medical needs, as well as a clothes and food allowance on top of this figure.” 

   Lucy didn’t even touch the paper.  Her eyes narrowed into snake-like slits.  “So, when are we going to start on your little high-priced bun?  Tonight?  Your place or mine?”

   “Actually . . .” He cleared his throat.  “We’d start with you being examined by a doctor, having some tests run.  If everything comes out clean, we’ll arrange a date for the insemination.  Everything will take place in a doctor’s office.”

   She chuckled that awful hollow laugh again.  “How neat for you.” 

   Reaching for the paper he’d set in front of her, she finally opened it.  Her eyes bugged out of her head like a cartoon character when she saw the figure, and triumph raced through him.

   For a split second.

   Until she ripped the paper up and threw a handful of tiny bits in his face.  “No thanks, Rumplestiltskin.  I think I’ll keep my first-born.”