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Authors: Graham Elliot
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morning in a bed he didn't recognize and with a girl he didn't remember. She was blond and had a tattoo of a raven on her left shoulder blade. That much he could tell as he looked to his left.
Although it hurt to make the slightest move, the feeling of something coming back up gave him the motivation to run to the bathroom. Opening the toilet lid, he spilled his guts into an inanimate object that didn't object, nor ease his pain.
The toilet flushed. He puked once more. The toilet flushed again, and again he tried to puke, but nothing came out. He was empty inside.
He curled up on the bathroom floor and tried to find any sort of comfort. He missed Diana. Despite all their problems together, she kept mornings like this at bay.
With Diana, everything was better.
The sound of Sunday morning traffic of downtown Denver woke up Diana from the sleep she didn't remember entering. It wasn't the first time she fell asleep at her desk, and by now her body knew all the little tricks like arm placement, head position, and posture to provide a good night's sleep.
She sat up and felt a lurch in her stomach. It was somewhat like nausea, only different. Barefoot, she got up and ran to the bathroom in the same black dress from the speed dating event. Opening the first stall, she neatly vomited into the toilet, doing her best not to make a mess. As she bent over and let it all come out, she knew what was going on. The pregnancy test was wrong, it was morning sickness.
She was pregnant.
Fucking Cale, she thought to herself. Fucking Cale Dawkins has ruined my life.
A SERIES OF HAPPY MOMENTS
The Diana Young Pregnancy Update
Estimated weeks till delivery: 35
Shape of stomach: The most toned and flat it will ever be
Food Craving: Coffee
Mood: More furious with each unanswered call
Diana gripped the phone tighter as the ringing continued without an answer. It was the eighth time that day she tried to reach Cale, and the eighth time she got his voice mail. So much for telling him the news.
She was calling on a Monday, one day after waking up with morning sickness. Throughout that Sunday she had bought, took, rebought, and retook pregnancy tests. They all came up positive, and she felt like suing the manufacturer of the original negative test not only for false advertising, but for the emotional stress caused by negligence.
In her earlier calls, a few voice mails were left, and the importance of the message was stressed, but she didn't explicitly say she was pregnant. A message of that importance didn't belong in a voice mail. That is, until her eighth call.
Cale was in his studio/apartment which was actually a converted warehouse hangar. In his right hand were various commission proposals he was forced to accept in order to pay for Diana's ring while his left hand held a Bombay on the rocks. His face? Dread with a dash of the abyss. The week long marijuana binge was over, and his sluggishness went with it, but he still felt lost and abandoned.
As it had done many times earlier, his cell phone lit up but didn't make a noise or vibrate. Those functions were turned off after Diana's third call. Still though, he couldn't help but notice the screen lit.
He reached over and hit 'ignore'. Each call was tougher than the last to ignore, but he saw this dismissal as doing both of them a favor.
Obviously, she had second thoughts about separating forever, and was calling to reconcile, but Cale knew the pact would be meaningless if he picked up the phone. He needed to be strong enough for the both of them. It was Alcoholics Anonymous, she was desperately in need of alcohol, and he was her sponsor. It was his duty to save her.
The voice mail icon had been on since her first call, and he decided to go ahead and erase them while he was sober rather than take the chance of being drunk, playing them, and succumbing to his own drunk, lonely, lost mind.
First message, 7:55 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, it's Di...”
Message deleted, next message, 8:47 AM,
Although it hurt to make the slightest move, the feeling of something coming back up gave him the motivation to run to the bathroom. Opening the toilet lid, he spilled his guts into an inanimate object that didn't object, nor ease his pain.
The toilet flushed. He puked once more. The toilet flushed again, and again he tried to puke, but nothing came out. He was empty inside.
He curled up on the bathroom floor and tried to find any sort of comfort. He missed Diana. Despite all their problems together, she kept mornings like this at bay.
With Diana, everything was better.
The sound of Sunday morning traffic of downtown Denver woke up Diana from the sleep she didn't remember entering. It wasn't the first time she fell asleep at her desk, and by now her body knew all the little tricks like arm placement, head position, and posture to provide a good night's sleep.
She sat up and felt a lurch in her stomach. It was somewhat like nausea, only different. Barefoot, she got up and ran to the bathroom in the same black dress from the speed dating event. Opening the first stall, she neatly vomited into the toilet, doing her best not to make a mess. As she bent over and let it all come out, she knew what was going on. The pregnancy test was wrong, it was morning sickness.
She was pregnant.
Fucking Cale, she thought to herself. Fucking Cale Dawkins has ruined my life.
A SERIES OF HAPPY MOMENTS
The Diana Young Pregnancy Update
Estimated weeks till delivery: 35
Shape of stomach: The most toned and flat it will ever be
Food Craving: Coffee
Mood: More furious with each unanswered call
Diana gripped the phone tighter as the ringing continued without an answer. It was the eighth time that day she tried to reach Cale, and the eighth time she got his voice mail. So much for telling him the news.
She was calling on a Monday, one day after waking up with morning sickness. Throughout that Sunday she had bought, took, rebought, and retook pregnancy tests. They all came up positive, and she felt like suing the manufacturer of the original negative test not only for false advertising, but for the emotional stress caused by negligence.
In her earlier calls, a few voice mails were left, and the importance of the message was stressed, but she didn't explicitly say she was pregnant. A message of that importance didn't belong in a voice mail. That is, until her eighth call.
Cale was in his studio/apartment which was actually a converted warehouse hangar. In his right hand were various commission proposals he was forced to accept in order to pay for Diana's ring while his left hand held a Bombay on the rocks. His face? Dread with a dash of the abyss. The week long marijuana binge was over, and his sluggishness went with it, but he still felt lost and abandoned.
As it had done many times earlier, his cell phone lit up but didn't make a noise or vibrate. Those functions were turned off after Diana's third call. Still though, he couldn't help but notice the screen lit.
He reached over and hit 'ignore'. Each call was tougher than the last to ignore, but he saw this dismissal as doing both of them a favor.
Obviously, she had second thoughts about separating forever, and was calling to reconcile, but Cale knew the pact would be meaningless if he picked up the phone. He needed to be strong enough for the both of them. It was Alcoholics Anonymous, she was desperately in need of alcohol, and he was her sponsor. It was his duty to save her.
The voice mail icon had been on since her first call, and he decided to go ahead and erase them while he was sober rather than take the chance of being drunk, playing them, and succumbing to his own drunk, lonely, lost mind.
First message, 7:55 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, it's Di...”
Message deleted, next message, 8:47 AM,
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