INSTA-Daddy

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My phone rang.

I picked up the phone which I left in my bag at the living room. After my first 'hello?', there was no answer. All I heard was a slight static sound from the other line.

My brow raised up as I sighed for another 'hello?'. I heard Tom's footsteps from behind coming in from the kitchen area. I pinned a finger against my pouted lips and shushed him from making any sounds. He ceased and leaned his shoulder by the doorjam while his arms crossed together against his chest.

"Hello?" I asked for the third time. Getting impatient, I was thinking of hanging up until the caller finally decided to speak up.

My eyes widened knowing the familiar voice speaking on the other line. "Hey. Are you free?"

I gaped as I glanced back at Tom with his blank face watching me. After a second, I turned back to his opposite direction, my back facing him.

"Why?" I asked over the phone.

"I know it's getting late but I wanna talk to you,"

A frown printed itself on my forehead. "Can't it wait tomorrow?"

"Meet me at our old place. I'll wait."

I was about to protest however the call had already been cut off. My mouth remained agaped as my eyes stared at the phone with bezzlement for a couple of seconds.

"Who was that?" Tom questioned.

"C-cameron," I stammered, slowly turning around towards his direction.

"Cameron?" He stood straight. "Why?"

"Uhhh," I wasn't quite sure if it's safe to tell him. Heck. I'm not even sure why I'm having hesitation telling him. I mean, what does he care anyways?

I'm just gonna tell him. "He said he wants to talk to me."

I observed his face for awhile. There were no changes in his facial expression-- it was still stoic. He breathed in, his adam's apple moving upwards then dropped as he swallowed with an exhale.

"So, the ex wants to talk," he muttered. "You going?"

"I... Uhh... I don't know," I bowed my head down to stare at the floor instead of at him.

There was silence. I panted silently so it wouldn't get his attention. It was no use though. My heart was beating loudly he might have heard it loud and clear from where I was standing.

I heard him drop another sigh. "Well go."

His words threw me in shock. I shouldn't be but I was. He never did care about anything but the baby. What makes this so different? What does he care if my ex did wanted to talk. He's not my husband or anything. He's not even my real boyfriend, may I remind myself.

I don't know why but I'm feeling a little bit disappointed.

"Seriously?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he turned around pacing back to the kitchen area.

"I didn't say ye--"

"You go kiss and make up for all I care."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look. I don't care. I'm not your real boyfriend. I'm just some guy who got you unawaringly pregnant," there was a cynical emphasis on the word 'unawaringly' and 'pregnant.

"But I didn't eve--"

"Just fucking go."

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I went to the old place Cameron mentioned over the phone. It wasn't that far so I took a walk to get there.