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“Louis, Abby’s thirsty, get her juice in the fridge!” Amanda shouted all the way from the living room.
“Ok,” Louis shouted back. As he was walking towards the fridge, the phone was ringing. He picks up the phone, says “Hello Sir.”
While he’s talking, his daughter comes up from down stairs yelling, “Daddy Daddy I’m thirsty, I’m thirsty.
“Shhhhh.”He mimicked while he was on the phone.
The mysterious guy on the phone replied, “Is that the little one I hear?”
“Yes Sir” Louis responded. His daughter was pulling on his shirt, begging for juice. As he was on the phone, he went into the fridge got out apple juice. Out of nowhere he dropped the juice, and spoken firmly, “But Sir my wife is almost 9 months pregnant, and it’s almost Christmas Day.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Louis, but you have too.”
Louis hung up the phone. He went down stairs, to his wife and said “I just a call, from General Frankson, he said I have to leave to go to Afghanistan tomorrow afternoon at 12:00pm. “Wait what? Now? But it’s almost Christmas, what about Abby, or even baby Niall, he’ll be born before you come back.” Amanda answered back concernedly.
“I know, I don’t want to go, I’m gonna call him and see if there’s anything he can do to change it. I can’t go, I can’t leave you guys alone.” Louis spoken passionately.
“Louis”, Amanda expressed, This is your job, other people need you. I’ll be okay, my mother can help. Everything will be ok, go we will be waiting for you with baby Niall, Amanda

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