Perfect To Me
Don't Think About It
A loud shrill filled the silence of Harry’s room and pulled us both from our heavy slumbers. I heard Harry groan from beside me and begin to push me until I showed some form of life.
“Is it mine?” I mumbled as I rolled over and put my head in his chest.
“It’s always yours, love,” Harry groaned.
“Just let it go to voicemail,” I quietly spoke as I snuggled further into Harry and I heard him mumble an okay before I started to drift back into sleep.
Not even a few minutes later and we were being ripped from our sleep by the same loud shrill as before resulting in Harry pushing me off of him and rolling onto his side.
“Answer your phone, Abby,” he groaned as he tried to get comfortable. I clumsily searched the bedside table for the object at fault for waking me up, and when I found my phone I saw my dad was calling me…at 3:30AM! I quickly answered the call and pressed the phone to my ear.
“Tell me this is a butt dial, dad,” I groaned into the phone as I felt I soon felt Harry turn back around and wrap his arms around my waist.
“I wish it was, Abby,” my dad said into the phone and I could tell something was off.
“What’s up?” I asked him as I awkwardly stretched my arm back to play with Harry’s hair, something I found myself doing a lot lately.
“I’m really sorry for calling you so early. I’ve just been up late preparing for a case and well, I don’t know how to say this, sweetheart,” Dad said whilst trailing off at the end, proving something was bothering him.
“Dad? What’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked, tired of waiting for him to get to the point.
“I got an email from your mother’s lawyer,” he hesitated towards the end.
“Wait, why is mom being represented by a lawyer when she is a lawyer?” I asked him.
“She doesn’t specialize in divorce court, anyways that’s not the point. I don’t know how to word this any other way or break it to you softly but Abigail…your mother is saying you aren’t my daughter,” my dad finally spit out and my mouth fell to the floor.
“She—she what? Is it true, dad?” I, frantically, asked him after sitting up.
“I don’t know, Abby. I’m certain you’re my daughter but apparently your mother slept with another guy around the same time I slept with her and got her pregnant.”
“Why is she doing that?!” I yelled into the phone and I felt Harry sit up and rest his hands on my shoulders.
“To slow the process down, until she has the baby.”
“And why would she do that?” I asked him, curiousity getting the best of me.
“It would be considered my child in a sense, and I would have to pay child support up until it’s 18 or her new boyfriend, the baby’s father, agrees to adopt it,” he explained to me and it all made sense. My mother is trying to squeeze my dad dry of any money.
“So what do you need me to do, dad? Because you wouldn’t call me at this hour just to inform of this,” I said to him wants I pieced everything together.
“I need you to go to the nearest lab tomorrow and get a DNA test done and ship it to the address that I e-mail you after we get off the phone,” he explained. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Alright, I can do that as soon as I wake up,” I told him, nodding my head whilst making a mental note.
“There’s one more thing,” my dad started and I took a deep breath. “They’ll need you at our next court date, regardless of the results.”
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“To get your statement. It’ll all help with who gets what and who gets how much of what,” he said and I started shaking my head. As soon as I reconnect with one of my parents they’re going through a messy divorce.
“When’s the court date?” I asked him.
“Tuesday after next,” he said and I tried to think of anything that I was doing, and then I remembered I finally heard back from my CEO and he wants to meet with me that Tuesday.
“I have a meeting set for that day but I can move it. I have enough notice and I’ll book my flight when I wake up again,” I told him, making another mental note.
“I’m sorry, Abby. I know you’re busy with your career right now and I’m just asking a lot of you. I’m really sorry, Owl.”
“Dad, don’t worry about it. Family is meant to be there for each other, I’ll talk to you later?” I said to him, hoping I’d get some sleep tonight.
“Love you to the moon and back, Abby, I’ll talk to you later,” he said before hanging up and I couldn’t help but smile at the relationship I had with my dad.
“What’d your dad want?” Harry sleepily asked from beside.
“I have to take a DNA test tomorrow and send it somewhere,” I told him, nonchalantly.
“Why?” He asked while snuggling further into my body.
“My mother is claiming I’m not his child and the court needs proof that I am his child,” I told him as I got comfortable again.
“What? Why are you calm?” He asked, incredulously.
“It’s my mother, you don’t know her. She’s crazy,” I told him before I fell back asleep.
A few hours later I woke up and Harry was still asleep. I didn’t want to disturb him so I slowly crawled out of bed and went to scribble a note on a piece of paper telling him I’d be back later. After writing it I went back into his room and taped it on his forehead, silently laughing as I pictured his reaction. Just before I walked out of his house my phone beeped and I pulled it out to see that my alarm to take my birth control had gone off. I dug in my purse until I found the packet and checked to see what date it was, after taking my pill I then pulled up my menstrual calendar app to see when I need to start taking the other colored tablet. That’s when I dropped my phone and put my hand over my mouth.
I’m late…by three days.
“Is it mine?” I mumbled as I rolled over and put my head in his chest.
“It’s always yours, love,” Harry groaned.
“Just let it go to voicemail,” I quietly spoke as I snuggled further into Harry and I heard him mumble an okay before I started to drift back into sleep.
Not even a few minutes later and we were being ripped from our sleep by the same loud shrill as before resulting in Harry pushing me off of him and rolling onto his side.
“Answer your phone, Abby,” he groaned as he tried to get comfortable. I clumsily searched the bedside table for the object at fault for waking me up, and when I found my phone I saw my dad was calling me…at 3:30AM! I quickly answered the call and pressed the phone to my ear.
“Tell me this is a butt dial, dad,” I groaned into the phone as I felt I soon felt Harry turn back around and wrap his arms around my waist.
“I wish it was, Abby,” my dad said into the phone and I could tell something was off.
“What’s up?” I asked him as I awkwardly stretched my arm back to play with Harry’s hair, something I found myself doing a lot lately.
“I’m really sorry for calling you so early. I’ve just been up late preparing for a case and well, I don’t know how to say this, sweetheart,” Dad said whilst trailing off at the end, proving something was bothering him.
“Dad? What’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked, tired of waiting for him to get to the point.
“I got an email from your mother’s lawyer,” he hesitated towards the end.
“Wait, why is mom being represented by a lawyer when she is a lawyer?” I asked him.
“She doesn’t specialize in divorce court, anyways that’s not the point. I don’t know how to word this any other way or break it to you softly but Abigail…your mother is saying you aren’t my daughter,” my dad finally spit out and my mouth fell to the floor.
“She—she what? Is it true, dad?” I, frantically, asked him after sitting up.
“I don’t know, Abby. I’m certain you’re my daughter but apparently your mother slept with another guy around the same time I slept with her and got her pregnant.”
“Why is she doing that?!” I yelled into the phone and I felt Harry sit up and rest his hands on my shoulders.
“To slow the process down, until she has the baby.”
“And why would she do that?” I asked him, curiousity getting the best of me.
“It would be considered my child in a sense, and I would have to pay child support up until it’s 18 or her new boyfriend, the baby’s father, agrees to adopt it,” he explained to me and it all made sense. My mother is trying to squeeze my dad dry of any money.
“So what do you need me to do, dad? Because you wouldn’t call me at this hour just to inform of this,” I said to him wants I pieced everything together.
“I need you to go to the nearest lab tomorrow and get a DNA test done and ship it to the address that I e-mail you after we get off the phone,” he explained. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Alright, I can do that as soon as I wake up,” I told him, nodding my head whilst making a mental note.
“There’s one more thing,” my dad started and I took a deep breath. “They’ll need you at our next court date, regardless of the results.”
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“To get your statement. It’ll all help with who gets what and who gets how much of what,” he said and I started shaking my head. As soon as I reconnect with one of my parents they’re going through a messy divorce.
“When’s the court date?” I asked him.
“Tuesday after next,” he said and I tried to think of anything that I was doing, and then I remembered I finally heard back from my CEO and he wants to meet with me that Tuesday.
“I have a meeting set for that day but I can move it. I have enough notice and I’ll book my flight when I wake up again,” I told him, making another mental note.
“I’m sorry, Abby. I know you’re busy with your career right now and I’m just asking a lot of you. I’m really sorry, Owl.”
“Dad, don’t worry about it. Family is meant to be there for each other, I’ll talk to you later?” I said to him, hoping I’d get some sleep tonight.
“Love you to the moon and back, Abby, I’ll talk to you later,” he said before hanging up and I couldn’t help but smile at the relationship I had with my dad.
“What’d your dad want?” Harry sleepily asked from beside.
“I have to take a DNA test tomorrow and send it somewhere,” I told him, nonchalantly.
“Why?” He asked while snuggling further into my body.
“My mother is claiming I’m not his child and the court needs proof that I am his child,” I told him as I got comfortable again.
“What? Why are you calm?” He asked, incredulously.
“It’s my mother, you don’t know her. She’s crazy,” I told him before I fell back asleep.
A few hours later I woke up and Harry was still asleep. I didn’t want to disturb him so I slowly crawled out of bed and went to scribble a note on a piece of paper telling him I’d be back later. After writing it I went back into his room and taped it on his forehead, silently laughing as I pictured his reaction. Just before I walked out of his house my phone beeped and I pulled it out to see that my alarm to take my birth control had gone off. I dug in my purse until I found the packet and checked to see what date it was, after taking my pill I then pulled up my menstrual calendar app to see when I need to start taking the other colored tablet. That’s when I dropped my phone and put my hand over my mouth.
I’m late…by three days.
teressa conroy said the quote
3/2/15