"Hi, mom," I whispered into the phone, one arm wrapped around my torso, cradling my future child. "How've you been?"
"I've been good, I guess," she said, and I could hear her smiling despite the shake in her voice. "How about you?"
"Pregnant," I said flatly, my tone bothering even myself.
She gasped, and I heard something clatter to the floor. A second later, the line went dead.
"Bye," I whispered into the tone, hanging it up. A moment later, as I was about to walk away, the phone rang again. I grabbed it and quickly picked it back up, saying a quick, "Hello?"
"Cara? Cara, is that you?"
It was...I gulped, putting my hand on the speaker for a minute. I didn't want Dwayne to hear my rapid breathing. We had broken up...almost a year to the day...why was he calling me?
"It's me," I whispered, my voice dying in my throat.
"Listen, Cara," he said, his voice quivering. "I heard the news...please tell me it's not mine..."
I heard female giggling in the background, and a shrill voice say,"Hurry back, before I get mad!"
Same old Dwayne, I thought, ready to hang up. "It's not..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "It's not yours."
"Good," he said, breathing a sigh of relief. "It...it was good to hear your voice again, Cara," he told me, pulling tears into my eyes. "Bye."
"Bye," I said, hanging up. Why did he think that it would be his?