Here's more. Review. I apologize for my lack of early pregnancy knowledge.
Chapter Four
It felt odd to be in the same hotel she had been in only a little while ago. Sitting on the couch. Silently. Warren had called eight hundred times. He'd beaten his own record from last time. The phone rang again.
Rogue decided maybe she'd give him a chance to make excuses before she would hang up on him.
"What?" she answered.
"Rogue! Please don't hang up, please, we need to talk. Betsey, she made me, she-"
Click.
"Eight hundred and one," Rogue sighed, throwing her phone on the empty couch cushion beside her. She decided she'd watch some television, and get settled in bed. About an hour later, thirty more calls had been made and she turned her phone off.
Slowly, she slipped off into sleep, the TV on, still blasting the sound of late night television.
When she woke up there were twelve messages on her phone, she decided to listen, just in case they were good.
"Honey, you know I'm bad with saying no to people. No, wait, that didn't sound right. I'm just-"
"Sorry, message ran out. I'm so incredibly sorry. She'd only just put her lips on mine just before you walked in."
"Please call me, please? I love you sweetie, just call me back."
"Rogue I'm gonna come to the hotel tomorrow if you don't call back."
"Honey, please..." That one trailed off into crying moans and sobs.
"I need you, baby, it was an accident."
"There's pie over here!"
"Sorry that was dumb."
"Did you turn your phone off?"
"I wonder how many messages your voicemail holds."
"Betsey's gone now. So come home."
"Rogue? I love you."
