Summer was already half way over when the phone rang that morning, Natara picking it up.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hello Natara".
She couldn't help the frown at who's voice who it was "What do you want dad?".
"What, a father can't even call his own daughter?".
"Not when he misses his own daughters wedding for a business meeting. Seriously, what do you want? I need to drop Molly off at Amy's before I go to work".
"I heard about your surgery, are you okay?" he asked.
Natara felt dread in her core again. "I'm fine, and so's the baby. Is that all?". She said, trying to sound like she wasn't nervous at all.
"I know you hate hospitals. I wanted to call and see how you were doing".
"Perfectly fine. Is that all?" she said, her patience wavering.
"Not perfect as I have heard. How's Molly doing?".
Natara's eyes narrowed, unseen by her father.
"You want something".
"I want to make it up to my daughter for missing one of the most important days of her life".
Natara glanced at the clock, she needed to go now. "Look, I don't have time for this. I need to go. Bye". Without waiting for a response she hung up, ready to pretend that phone call had never even happened.