My mind was conflicted. I didn't understand Damon at all. Sometimes it feels like he doesn't care, while other times it feels like he does, like when he insisted on aborting our baby.
I couldn't help but touch my baby bump; she was now five months and three weeks along.
I strode to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, my thoughts interrupted by the incessant ringing of my phone. I had been ignoring Dad's calls for months now.
As I walked back to my room, the ringing persisted. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked up without checking the caller ID.
"What do you want?" I snapped.
The response was icy. "Do I need a reason to call my wife?"
Mortified, I yanked the phone away from my ear to double-check the caller ID. My eyes widened in embarrassment.
"It's...it's you, Damon," I stuttered.
Boss the meeting has begin I could hear his assistant voice from the other side accompanied with beeping sound of my phone
I heard the assistant's voice from the other side of the door. "The meeting has begun."
My phone beeped, He has hung up.
My phone rang again. I glanced at the screen. My father's name flashed on the caller ID. I reluctantly answered.