3 months later...
"Come on." I whispered as i listened to Jacob's phone ring on the other end. "Pick up."
I whiped down the kusina counters to give myself something to do. "Pick up, pick up, pick up."
"Hey it's Jake. Leave a message." His voicemail picked up.
I rolled my eyes. "Jake. What good does it do to have a phone if you never answer. I could be dying!" I huffed and hung up.
I set the house phone back on the hook and went into our room. I made the kama and grabbed the dirty towels from our bathroom. I pick up Jake's jeans and his cell phone fell out of his back pocket. "Ugh." I groaned...
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