My Baby Girl

Chapter 18.

After the fight Eric and I had, I was expecting him to come home. He never did. I fell asleep waiting for him, until I realized he wasn't going to come back tonight. It angered me so much, that he could just leave like nothing happened. I know what I did, and I can honestly say I regretted it. If I could, I wouldn't of done it. I should of just minded my own business, instead of trying to do something for him. I know he said that I did this for me, but I still felt like I did it for him. I know the hunch I had was what drove me to send in the DNA test, but now because of it Eric knows who his biological family is. I know he said a lot of things, like the fact he didn't want to know who his biological family was. I know he was curious about it though, I know he just said that out of anger. He just needs time to calm down, so we could actually have a real conversation about this.

I get why Eric got mad, but I don't understand why he had to leave and not sleep at his house. I mean, his daughter's here does he not miss her? He didn't even see her, we just fought and he left. I felt pissed off, especially since he knew that I was scheduled to open Java Beans the next morning. I had to call Isiah to see if he could cover my shift, since I wasn't going to be able to go in with Grace. I could of asked Isiah to watch Grace instead of covering my shift, but I thought it would just be easier this way. Plus, that would mean I get another day off with my daughter. That's the bright I see here.

I tried texting Eric, to see when he was going to be coming home. Right now, it nine in the morning. I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of coffee. Eric should be up by now, but I wouldn't know what he's doing. I hope this anger he felt has passed over, or at least some of it. I really want to talk to him about this, I want us to get through this.

After waiting for about half an hour, Eric still hadn't texted me back. I was getting frustrated, the least he could do is send me a quick message. Something telling me he's fine, that he will come home soon for us to talk. I don't expect a full on conversation with him, but at least just something that tells me I'll be able to see him today.

The more I looked at my phone, the more mad I got. Grace was on the floor again, playing with her mat with hanging toys. Maybe I should give her a bath again, she really seemed to have enjoyed it yesterday. Also, I would be distracting myself. I don't want to think about Eric right now. The more I sit here starring at my phone, the more I know I have to just distract myself.

I bathed Grace, and she seemed to be enjoying it more today than she did yesterday. It's amazing how fast she's growing, but I love watching her grow just how I did with Hayden. After I took her out of the bath, I fed her and rocked her. She slowly fell asleep, and it really relaxed me watching her sleep. After rocking her for another five minutes, even though she was already asleep. I gently laid Grace down in her crib, and I let her sleep. I should check my phone, maybe Eric might of texted me by now.

I walked into our room, where I had left my phone on the night stand. I grabbed it and checked it, but there was no messages from Eric. I felt instantly frustrated, why hasn't he texted me back? It's not that hard to just send me a reassuring message that he was fine, that he was going to come home today. He can't be this mad at me. I know what I did was wrong, especially since I did it behind his back. He can forgive me though, I know he can. Pissed off, I decided to send him a message.

I get you're pissed off at me, but you need to talk to me sometime! I'm pissed off at you too, you couldn't even tell me you weren't going to be coming home! Text me back, or call me!

I slammed my phone down on the night stand. Hopefully he actually texts me back this time, even with just a simple I'll see you later. Something, anything, I just need him to respond to me.

I looked around the room, not sure on what I should do now. Everything was cleaned, and I had put the lasagna I made yesterday in the fridge. So if Eric comes home and wants to eat, the food is already done. Maybe I should take a shower, it'll probably help me calm down.