Shawn's POV
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My fingers clutched the small coin.. and then inserted it.
Hands, taking a firm, sweaky hold on the phone.
I put it up to my ear.
My finger pecked at the numbers. One by one until it started to ring.
The same ringing..
The same noise..
I pray and pray that she'll answer.
"Hello." A voice speaks into the phone.
I needed that.
To hear her.
More than anything.
As much as I just wanted to yell her name and cry afterwards.. I sucked it all back in and bit my tongue.
"Hello?" She speaks again.
"Hey, y/n." I say.
"Who is this?"
"Shawn."
I hear a faint groan escape from her lips.
"Shawn.. this isn't really the time for-" she begins.
"Y/n.. I know I fucked up drastically. We've established that. But it's been two months. I need to see my kids."
My kids.
My own bloody kids.
I'm starting to forget what they even look like. Who they really are.
"Y/n.. please. You can hate me all you want, they can hate me, I'll see you in court any day you wish.. but I love my family more than life itself. I need your permission to see my kids."
'Please enter 50 more cents to continue your phone call'
My hand shuffled in one pocket.. and then the other.
Nothing.
"Y/n please give me an answer now." I speak in frustration.
"Shawn, I need to think on it."
"No, no, you need to tell me now."
"Shawn, I-" I hear anger in her voice.. and then it was cut short.
A delicate tear runs down my sorry face.
Two months more.. I can wait.
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