She stared at the phone. It was time to make that phone call. She had practiced this over and over for years. Sometimes she had even got the courage to let it ring, but she would hang up. She just never knew how to say what she needed to say. It had been five years since she heard that voice, the voice. His voice left her weak during that summer they had shared together.
He was going to be mad, who could blame him. With everything she had to tell him, it would be no wonder if he picked up and then hung up on her after she got everything out. This is if she could actually get it all out. What would she say. How would she say it. Where did she start. Just blurting out the fact that they had made a baby together during the hot summer when she turned twenty-one was not actually the easiest thing to say.
However, that hot summer was all she could ever think about. Of course it helped to have a living, breathing mix of the love the entwined that summer. Whenever she looked at her little baby sleeping she remembered the hot summers and long nights.
So there she was in need to make the phone call she had been practicing for a long time. This was not about her, or him, but about the little girl that slept in the next room. The time had come and she had to call him and tell him about his sweet daughter. About the daughter that looked just like him and had sky blue eyes that reminded her of the sky they so often loved underneath.
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