Dangerous & Anew (Sequel to Inhaling Alongside You)✔️

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Italy, Again

Sometimes I "exist" in life. Sometimes I "live". The reason: Because I'm on the steady rollercoaster of joy and pain. Joy from the life I'm given. Pain from the life that I haven't let go of. I'm sure we are all haunted by this never ending rollercoaster.

The question that lingers? How do I get off? The answer is simple: Take on that rollercoaster. Even if you scream the entire ride or cry. Life is going to have those moments of pain. It is up to you on whether or not you live in that pain or live through it. Eventually we will all come to the end of the rollercoaster.

My rollercoaster seemingly halted for my benefit.

"And you will be gone for how long?" Michael's voice strains over the telephone.

I sigh and glance over at Debbie who is mouthing for me to hurry up. Ignoring her impatience, I return my attention on the crying Noah in the background.

Today is the day that I'm taking my next step in a change of fate. I'll be taking a very long plane ride back to the city that gifted me with confidence to hold fast of my dream to dance professionally. With this in mind, I was left with no other choice than to have Michael watch Noah for the few months that I am gone.

Presuming Michael is a busy beaver himself, with his new short film, I will have Debbie return to the United States after the next two months. She wants to stay longer, but understands that Michael needs as much help as he can receive. I hate to leave Noah, but I need to go through with this short tour before I return to the states, ready to conquer California.

I need this.

"I-I don't know..." I sigh once more, feeling my heart shatter more and more at the sound of Noah's wails. "Can you please put him down for a nap, it's almost noon... That's why he's fussy" I quickly add, unable to gather my thoughts due to Noah's cries.

Michael sighs from the other end and coo's a little at Noah before excusing himself from the telephone. I wait patiently, silently praying that Noah allows Michael to set him down for a catnap. I know that every time Noah is with Michael, he gives Michael a bit of a heard time. I hope and pray that these seven months will allow them to gain a proper bond.

"Okay... He's napping, thank God." Michael returns, seemingly tired.

I frown, understanding the pain of working on a project as well as taking care of a six month old. It's tiring, extremely exhausting. But, seeing Noah peacefully sleeping or even cracking a smile, makes it all worth it.

Our Noah Prince Jackson, is worth it.

"That's good... He's fussy when he wants a nap... He just refuses to talk..." I exhale heavily, glancing at Noah's little plush teddy.

He loves this plush bear so much. It's a rainbow Beanie-Baby named Chester.
Michael thought it was the most adorable thing when he spotted it during one of our rare mall trips. I fell in love with Chester at first sight as well, gawking over the stitched, midnight eyes and multicolored hue of the teddy. Michael just knew it would be perfect for the little one inside of me.

Now, Noah can't sleep without it.

"I'll have Scotty come pick up Chester for Noah. He can't sleep without it." I stress, making mental note of my statement.

"Oh yeah... Chester. He really loves him, huh? That's sweet..." Michael seemingly smiles through the telephone.

I can't help but smile as well, imagining those beautiful peachy lips of his upturned into a wide smile.

God, I miss him.

"Yeah... And he just loves that track you sent him... Scared Of The Moon. It really puts him to sleep..." I smile, honestly happy with the memory.