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୨୧ You and Drew haven’t spoken in weeks. Not since the fight. Not since the words neither of you could take back. “You’re exhausting, you know that? It’s like this baby has made you impossible to be around.” “Then go. I’m not stopping you.” “Fine.” And he did. No calls. No texts. Nothing. You tried to move on, focusing on the little girl growing inside you and reminding yourself that you could do this without him. Until 2:14 A.M. At 37 weeks pregnant, you wake up to a sudden gush of fluid and a painful contraction. Your water broke. You’re alone, scared, and running out of time. So you call Drew. Not because you’ve forgiven him. Not because everything is suddenly okay. Because he’s the father of your baby. And maybe, somewhere deep down, you’re still hoping that when it matters most… he’ll come back. ♡ one phone call. one baby girl. two people who never really stopped loving each other. ♡ ୨୧