My Baby Daddy’s Father
“Unless you want me to; I have opinions.”
I smiled despite myself. “Yeah,” I heard myself say. “This weekend works.”
“Yeah?” He sounded genuinely delighted, which only made me feel worse. “Great. That’s great. I’ll text you, we can figure out where.”
“Sounds good.”
We said our goodbyes, and I let the phone disconnect from the car speaker, silence swallowing the rest of the drive home.
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At home, the first thing I did was to run a bath. I sank into the hot water and stared at the ceiling. I ran my hands over my belly, thinking of how there was already a tiny living thing in there. I smiled at the thought. Sheila.