a month later
me & David have not talk to each other since the office & he been staying at his friend house we need some space from each other i have not told mom & dad about the baby i just told them that i am sick (really sick) because if i told then then they will freak out & they will give me more stress & i don't want that & i am in my room on the phone with dad
{Christian - well you sound better}
{Phoebe - i am. . . i feel much better}
{Christian - the important thing is that you're better and that you're coming home soon right?}
{Phoebe - okay dad i don't want you to freak out. . . but. . . i'm going to a medical center in New York}
i lie
{Christian - What! No, no, you're not, you're not going to New York what are you. . . you said you were better!}
{Phoebe - i am}
{Christian - no, Phoebe i'm on my way no}
{Phoebe - no. . . it's really more of a spa and i'm sure that I'd be better by the time you got there anyway}
{Christian - Phoebe. . . i don't know}
{Phoebe - daddy don't come. . . picture me healthy like i'm skating on the ice or something}
{Christian - you want me to visualize!}
{Phoebe - they say that it helps. . . just picture me like that. . . like i was. . . it'll make me feel better. . . daddy i got to go okay}
{Christian - Phoebe?}
{Phoebe - i love you daddy}
{Christian - Phoebe. . . }
i hung up & i throw my cell phone on the bed& a tear coming down my face i turn my head & i see David standing by the door & then he walk up to me & he sit down beside me & he grab my hand
David: i'm so sorry i was so angry
he said i sigh
Phoebe: it's okay David
i said
David: no it's not i should not sat that
he said & i put my hands on both of his check
Phoebe: let not talk or think about it let just spend time as much as we can together
i said & he nod & as i smiled i felt something kicking in my stomach OMG the baby is kicking
David: babe?. . . what's wrong
he ask i grab his hand & i put it on my stomach
Phoebe: it's kicking
i said & he smiled
