"Has she left?" Micah waited deep in the night but finally came back to Diago's when he couldn't take the sub-zero temps, but he should have known who Diago would have been faithful too. After all, they were only co-workers.
Micah sucked in a breath when he saw Sally and the baby. Possibly his head ached from the cold, but he felt sure it had to do with his conscience. He squinted hard, unable to speak. It was as if his throat might crack and bleed.
She handed over the sleeping baby as if she might really leave him with this present from the past. Instantly, he felt weighed down perhaps faint. He plopped down on the couch with the sleeping infant.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" His frown was small yet bitter.
"What else am I suppose to do?" She didn't sound a thing like the girl he remembered. She was a party girl. She drank like a punk-rocker yet her anime eyes always showed an innocent side. She was hard to keep up with, but he'd always been up for it, until now.
He couldn't answer her.
"You, need to know her." She sounded as if she might die under these conditions.
"I-I can't." His voice cracked, thinking his father probably said the same thing to his mother before he was sent away.
"I'm not going to give up on you." She crossed her arms as if he could hold baby Ava all night.
"Sal," He pressed his lips. "I'm..I'm really sorry." He knew he hadn't been there for her, all these months. "You, you deserve-"
"What? I'm not a princess. I'm a mother. You're her father. We have to love her." Tears surfaced. "Why can't you love her, like I do?"
Maybe it was Ava who deserved better, he thought now. But he was here and he was certain the days ahead would be worse than boot camp, but he'd have to learn and hope he could accept his future.
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