Trying to Tell MomMature

"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. " 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?

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