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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 believeā¦" 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.
