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The next morning when I woke up, I felt well rested and I was excited to start the day. I took a shower, got dressed and then met my mom in the kitchen. When I got into the room, Natalie already had coffee in her hand and a plain bagel with butter on her plate. We said our 'hellos' and 'good mornings' before I made my breakfast of a multigrain English muffin with peanut butter and a glass of orange juice. I scarfed it all down so I could get to the spot where I would meet George. I was excited because he was being so supportive and he wasn't going to let me go through this by myself. I had thought that this would be easy. I had everything I needed, support, people who care, and a good environment for the baby. I said good bye to Natalie and left because Michael had been gone since before I woke up. I rushed over to the one way street sign on the end of the block. George was already there, I could see his tall, confident figure waiting. I reached the sign and he gave me a gentle, almost shy smile to which I reciprocated. I loved how normal it felt between the two of us. After I got to the sign, I could tell something was off with George. He seemed tense, as though something was bothering him. I couldn't help but to ask him.

"Are you alright?"

"What? Um oh, yeah I'm fine."

"Well, you're stealing my line of choice, and you use it worse than I do." I was only joking in an attempt to try to lighten the mood of the conversation. After I chuckled quietly I looked at George. He had a look on his face; it was one of fear, regret, and pain. At that point I could tell that there was something very, very wrong.

"What's going on George? Talk to me, you know we can work anything out together."

"I really love you Callie. You know that, right?" I was confused.

"Of course I know, and I love you too." I had never seen George cry before, seeing him with tears threatening to pour down his cheeks was new for me.

"I love you so much and even though I've never met him or her or whatever our baby turns out to be, that baby is tied for first in my heart." George was really starting to scare me now. I didn't know what to make of his declarations of love for our baby, because he said it as if he'd never see the baby.

"It's…It's my dad. He got a job, in Cal…in California. We're supposed to leave in a few days. It was extremely short notice, I'm sorry I couldn't have told you sooner" With that he looked down to the ground. I was speechless; this was the worst thing that could have happened with a baby on the way. I didn't understand how things could go from so totally amazing to super crappy in a matter of hours.

"Does he, does he know about the baby?" I let a single tear spill down my cheek and onto my shirt, leaving a small, circular mark.

"Yes, he said that I shouldn't have been in this situation in the first place, you know how he is…he's a foster parent, he hates me and doesn't care what happens to me, he doesn't care what happens to you, and he doesn't care what happens to us." George still hadn't looked up. I couldn't bear it anymore. The tears started to flow freely and I turned and ran to my house. I heard him yell my name twice. He may have said it more than that but I couldn't concentrate well enough to count. This was unbelievable, yesterday we felt sky high at the chance to be parents, and now the world was crashing down. It was all falling apart. I could barely breathe, but I wasn't sure if that was because I had run six blocks back to my house or because my life was slipping through my fingers. As I reached for the door handle, I looked back to George. He was racing to get to me before I entered my house. I shed more tears when I could see him crying too. I couldn't look any longer, and entered the house.