7 Months

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I hear my doorbell ring. I look at my phone, it's 6am.

"Can you get it?" I ask Daniel. "Daniel?" I say reaching over to him. He's not there. I groan, put my slippers on and head down stairs. I open the door.

"Hey, Allie." I look at him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I question angerly.

"You weren't answering my texts or calls. So I am to see you. I want to talk to you." He says.

"At 7am?"

"I have no where else to go." He says. I look at him and the sunrise.

"Fine." I say moving out of the way. He walks in and I lead him to the kitchen.

"How are you?" He asks.

"7 months pregnant with a baby you disapprove of." I say starting some coffee.

"Allie, I didn't mean it. I was confused and angry." He pleads.

"Grant, I know. I'm sorry. I'm partly moody from being up an hour earlier than I normally am. The other half is hormones." I say rubbing my temples.

We spend the next hour talking. It's almost like nothing happened.

"Morning Angle." Daniel says walking into the kitchen he then spots Grant. "Oh, hi."

"Hi." Grant says to him. "I want to apologize about the last time we talked I-"

"It's okay. I understand. My question is, are you two okay?" Daniel asks us.

"Yeah, we are." I smile at Grant. "I'm glad we are."

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