I'm Gonna Make You Miss Me (Sam Hunt)

Chapter 7: Phone Call Of A Lifetime

~Sam's POV~

Wow... These past few days, well weeks, have been crazy. First, I find out that Leila no longer wants to be together as a couple. Then she finds out she's pregnant. I mean, I guess I should have seen it coming sooner or later. That's bound to happen with any couple who isn't careful. I guess we applied to that, already seeing how she is pregnant. If all that wasn't enough to make me crazy, I had recently got management from a record company to notice me. They seen clips of me playing in a bar and instantly fell in love. I guess I have that effect on people. That's what happened with Leila, so I guess if it can happen to her, than anyone can notice me. 

I was searching the record company online when I received a phone call. 

It was an unknown number but I decided to pick up anyways. Maybe it was finally some good news. 

(S-Sam, #- Unknown Number)

S- Hello?

#- Is this Sam Hunt? This is Marcy from Universal Music Group in Nashville, Tennessee. We recently discovered a few of your songs and was wondering if you would be able to fly out to Nashville next wee?

S- Y-yeah. Of course. 

#- Okay. We'll send you all the information through E-mail. 

S- Alright sounds good. Thank you.

#- No problem! We'll keep in touch. 

S- Alright. Thanks. Bye

Holy crap. I guess my dream is coming true after all. 

Finally, after all the shitty things that have happened these past few weeks, something good happens. 

~Leila's POV~

"Morning guys!" I said, walking in to the kitchen to notice no one was home.

I then noticed a note had been stuck to the refrigerator in my mothers handwriting. I sighed as I took the note and read it. 

Leila- 

Your father and I ran up town to get breakfast. Hope you like McDonad's. We'll be back soon. :). Love, Mom and Dad.

I threw the note away and then went to the bathroom and got a shower. I was feeling icky today. Apparently being pregnant is a lot harder than what most would expect. I feel like some fat lady. Even though, I don't look it. Yet.

I quickly got a shower and then dressed in to comfortable clothes. I was feeling to sick to dress in anything more than a pair of shorts and a tank top. I feel like I'm going to run to the bathroom and throw up at any given second. Ugh this fucking sucks! It's not like there's anything I can do about it though. I'm stuck this way for the next eight or so months. 

This definitely wasn't what I had expected when the doctors first told me that I was pregnant. But then again, I guess expecting the unexpected is what I really should have done.