Words Your Father Never Told You. Part 5.

Thin streams of sun broke through my bamboo blinds. It had to be eleven, maybe twelve. I know I didn’t get in till at least three. I also know my mom didn’t question me when I walked in the door. As for everything else that happened last night, that is all a blur.
I recall many beers, and multiple shots. Instead of the usual strangers, I was surrounded by friends, most their faces painted with shock to see me happy. I downed shots; or I must have, because everything about the way I was feeling, told me I downed at least four or five.
“Vv vv v,” I could feel my phone vibrating beneath me. It must be Alice, I told myself, and answered without even looking at the caller ID.
“How much did I drink last night?” I asked, still assuming I knew the callers identity.
“I’m not sure, as much as I had.” It was Alice I heard, but her voice was coming from behind me, in my bed.
“Alice? If you’re in bed with me, then who is on the phone?” I pulled the speaker away, shocked the caller hadn’t hung up yet.
“Cass, it’s James.” Oh great.
“Hey James.” Alice sprang up next to me and crawled to the end of the bed.
“Ask him out.” She mouthed to me with a slight whisper escaping her lips.
“Fine,” I mouthed back. “Hey James, I was wondering if I could take you up on that proposal from last night.”
“Well, actually, that’s why I was calling. I don’t think it would be such a great idea.” There was a short silence on both ends of the line. “You know, after what you said last night.”
“Wait,” I tried to recall every conversation I had had last night. But nothing stood out. I talked to more people than usual, and that was all I could remember. “What did I say?”
“I don‘t think I should be the one to tell you what you said. And maybe you shouldn‘t be drinking so much, it‘s probably not good for the baby.” And the line clicked dead.