An Undead Pair.(old and cringe.. I'm sorry for this.)

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I am so sorry I kept you guys waiting for part three! If you even wanted to see it.. I just completely forgot about it and had no ideas!! I am so so sorry!! But her is part three! :)

Noah's POV:

It has been around.. Maybe 6 weeks? Since Michael and me found out he was pregnant.

Michael has started to act more emotional and gets sick more often.

He also had wayyy more cravings for weird foods.

Sometimes he would cry to me about me leaving him when the baby is born.

Other times if I left him for five minutes he would get so mad he would lock himself in the room and not speak to anyone.

Sometimes it was hard to take care of him.

I managed!

Today my family, Michael and I was watching a movie.

We were waiting for tonight.

Michael wanted to be close to me my mom and dad near the little ones.

The movie was scary but not to scary.

Because my little siblings were only 7 and 6.

While my dad, 40, my mom, 38, Michael, was 16 when he died so 16, and me, 17 because I died at 17.

It seems like Michael and me just don't age since we are dead.

I mean.. We probably do, but we look the same so we go by our death ages.

So, 16 and 17.

Anyway we all had 30 minutes to get into our positions and get ready.

Michael and me were in what we call our room since he lives with us now.

"Noah! Were is my hoodie!!"

"I don't know Michael, you sat it on the bed?"

"It's not there!!"

Michael had started to cry.

"Noahhh!!"

I sighed.

"Do you want a different hoodie?"

"No! I want that specific hoodie!!"

He has his hands over his face and he was in my arms.

I thought for a few moments.

"One of mine? I'll let you keep it. I know you love wearing my hoodies."

His crying and sniffling died down.

He looked up at me with teary glossy eyes.