Her

I was on my solo adventure to DC when I answered a FaceTime call from him last Saturday. When the connection became clear I saw her, this little being, sitting up bow-legged on the bed I choose for her father and I. It was the first time I saw her beyond a still photo.

I gave a loud gasp. "OMG. It's your child. Hahahaha. Gahhhhhh!!!"

He kept the FaceTime session on her. I made faces so she would smile. What an asshole, how could such a gorgeous innocent little life come from the mess he made? I don't know and fortunately for him—I'm ok.

The session didn't last long because after a minute she made a pout and began crying. He scooped her up swiftly and called it, "She's grumpy, she needs to eat. We gotta go now."

I texted him later, "It's funny. You're a dad and she's the reason. She's the reason we didn't work out."

"No. I'm the reason we didn't work out. Me." He responded.

"Nah. It's her. It's definitely her. She's the reason."

#BelieveMe *Cues our favorite Young Money duo.*

I wasn't meant to continue being his wife and eventually become his baby mama. It wasn't in our cards. That is perfectly cool with me, I keep trying to tell him my future is fine.

I'm just patiently awaiting my particular reason. I was always the patient one anyways.

Shit is taking forever though. Hurry up.