37.

I go upstairs to my room and do what any good girlfriend should do after hanging out with her ex-boyfriend on Christmas, I call Garrett.

It rings a couple of times, and I almost think he's not going to pick up when he does.

"Bella!" He sounds breathless. I hear laughter in the background. "I'm sorry, my sister grabbed the phone from me."

I smile. "It's okay. How are you?"

"Good! I can't believe…" He starts, rattling off about how smart and strong his nephew is. I don't really listen, actually kind of impatient to tell him what went on today. He needs to know.

"Garrett?" I hear in the background.

"Oh. I'm sorry baby but I have to go. Talk to you later!" Before I can even reply, he hangs up.

I stare at the phone in disbelief for a solid five minutes, wondering what just happened.