You Belong To Me- Part 2 (KAYLOR)

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"You bought a tree without me?"

"Well, hello to you too." Karlie replied as she shook her head in disgust.

"Why didn't you wait for me, Kar?"

"Are you being serious right now? Christmas is less than two weeks away. We normally would have had it up over three weeks ago. I wanted Mikayla to be able to enjoy it. Maybe if you were here, you would have been included."

"Karlie, that's not fair. I told you I needed to get away."

"Taylor, I get that but it's Christmas. I'm going to continue to make this holiday season as happy for our daughter as I possibly can, with or without you."

"I don't want to fight with you Kar, I really don't."

"Taylor, I'm not fighting with you. I'll call you back so you can FaceTime the baby."

Karlie grabbed her daughter and called her wife back.

"Hi baby, mommy misses you."

"Hi mommy."

"You look so pretty."

"Elsa." Mikayla said as she pointed to her dress.

"I know, you look even prettier than Elsa. I love you and miss you sweetheart. I can't wait to see you. Did you help mama decorate the Christmas tree?"

"Mama, puppy."

"The puppies helped too?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha. I love you sweetheart. I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Wuv you mommy."

Karlie wiped her tears before having to look at her wife on the screen. It broke her heart that Taylor wasn't there and Mikayla didn't understand where she was or why.

"Ok, have a good night. Enjoy your party. I guess we'll talk to you tomorrow night." Karlie said as she was wrapping up the conversation.

"Kar?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry?"

"For what Taylor?"

"Ughhh, stop calling me Taylor. You only do that when you're angry or being serious."

"Yeah well, I'm a little of both right now."

"Why are you angry with me?"

"Because you're not here. Because you're daughter doesn't know where you are and points at your picture every morning. You're not here to sing to her to sleep or teach her her numbers and letters during the day. She needs you."

Tears began to stream down Karlie's cheeks as she continued on.

"I'm sorry that you lost the baby. I'm sorry that you're going through this, but you don't have to be going through it alone. We're supposed to be a team and get through things together. I'm sorry your mom isn't here to talk to you and cry with you and offer you the advice that only Andrea knew how to give. I can't change any of that. I feel helpless because I don't know how you feel. I don't know what's going on in your head because you don't tell me. You're across the country right now, visiting friends you never talk to, except for Selena. Your daughter misses you. Every night we look at pictures and most of my sentences begin with, 'Remember when...'

"You're becoming a fucking memory and it's only been a week. You're being selfish. You call once a day to have a two minute conversation with the baby. Who are you? What happened to my wife? So don't sit there and ask me why I'm angry. Oh my God, I can't do this. I'll let you go. Have fun, enjoy your time there. Stay as long as you want."