I was fuming as I drove along the freeway. "How could she? I had always been so loving and kind to her, and her to me" I thought.
"This really doesn't seem like something she would do. I thought that we would take care of the baby together an- THE BABY!"
I slammed on the brakes. Thank goodness that its was one in the morning and that there wasn't anyone behind me.
I hadn't even seen our baby and I completely forgot about it in my rage at Kirsten.
I pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out my phone.
"I want to see the baby." There was silence on Kirsten's end.
"I want to see it Kirsten."
"No. You can't" I heard a few sniffles coming out of her.
"Where are you!? I'm coming home. I have to see the baby"
"NO! YOU CAN'T SEE HER!" Kirsten shouted at me.
"And why not Kirsten? Are you to busy with Caleb right now? Are you going to make Caleb the daddy? WHY CAN'T I SEE HER!? LET ME SEE MY CHI-"
"SHE'S DEAD THOMAS! SHE'S DEAD! YOU CAN'T SEE HER! She was born 7 weeks early and you weren't there. You weren't there for me."
"No Thomas. I won't accept your apology. I wont ever love you again. And I'm not sorry."
"You know what Thomas? I hate you."
And with that she hung up. As the dial tone buzzed in my ear tears started to stream down my face. I then realized how wrong I was for blowing up in her face.
It was all my fault. I wasn't there for her and Caleb was. And then when I do show up I hurt her. "Oh my gosh. I hurt Kristin. I had promised to never do that" I thought frantically.
I pulled back into the freeway and started to drive. All the way back home. I needed to get to Kirsten and apologize. As I sped along my tears started to disappear and were replaced by something more.