Elon and I planned to get pregnant again as swiftly as possible.
Within the next five years, I gave birth to twins, then triplets, and I sold three novels to Penguin and Simon & Schuster.
Instead, he proposed, getting down on bended knee on a street corner. A life without Elon was unthinkable, something I'd realized a few months before he proposed, as we napped together one spring afternoon before a friend's wedding.
Most of his newfound fortune he rolled over into his second company, an online banking institution, X.com, that later became Pay Pal (the online payment company). With my arm slung across his chest, I felt that he was my own private Alexander the Great. As we danced at our wedding reception, Elon told me, "I am the alpha in this relationship." I shrugged it off, just as I would later shrug off signing the postnuptial agreement, but as time went on, I learned that he was serious.
Her name is Talulah Riley, and she played one of the sisters in 2005's is a really good movie, and b) My life with this man had devolved to a cliché. I said yes, but then blew him off with a note on my dorm-room door.
A fellow student a year ahead of me, he was a clean-cut, upper-class boy with a South African accent who appeared in front of me one afternoon as I was leaping up the steps to my dorm.
"One or two," I said immediately, "although if I could afford nannies, I'd like to have four."He laughed.
Previous boyfriends complained that I was "competitive," but Elon said I had "a fire in my soul." When he told me, "I see myself in you," I knew what he meant.
Several hours later, my head bent over my Spanish text in an overheated room in the student center, I heard a polite cough behind me.