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“Are you still there?” I ask softly.
“Yeah,” he answers. “Noelle…”
“Actually,” I snap, “do you think you could just go?”
“Back to bed?”
“No. Do you think you could head out for the night, maybe?” I wonder. “Please…? It’s not you, I promise.”
“Then what is it?”
“Damon, please,” I beg shamelessly. “Please just go… I’ll talk to you soon, I promise. Please.”
I expect to hear him resist again or say a farewell of some kind. I’m not sure when, but he eventually honors my request and leaves. I hate having to dismiss him so callously, but nothing else matters to me right now.
I go back to my bed, alone. I remain unable to fall asleep, and I waste the night away with thoughts of the man I just sent away and the baby that’s cooking in the oven with both of our DNAs.
