#4
Michael
You Have A Child From A Previous Relationship
Year 3
You had a three year old girl named Renesemee who you loved dearly. You don't like talking about your ex, especially because he left you as soon as he heard you were pregnant. You were indignant when you found out he dropped you like a hot potato, but quickly focused on your daughter.
You had Renesemee when you were 16, and you hated being a satistic. You cared for Renesemee as any mother would, staying with her until she fell asleep, making her eat her vegetables, and especially making her laugh and giggle. You combed her dirty blonde hair every night, her making you sing every time. You loved how her green eyes lit up when you sang her favourite song.
Meeting Michael was a game to Renesemee. She was running from you, exiting from the small park next to your apartment, in a giggling mess and hugged his leg. He looked down, confused at first, but kneeled to Renesemee's hieght, smiling at her. "Hi, baby. Where's your mama?" He asks.
Renesemee doesn't reply, just holds her arms up to him. He picks her up hesitantly, looking around for the small girl's mother. You ran up to Michael, ripping your daughter out of his hands. He backs up, holding up his hands up to show he meant no harm.
"Miss, I'm sorry. She ran up to me, I hope you don't mind." Michael says, looking at the duo in front of him.
You look up at the man. "It's ok, I guess." You turn back to your daughter. "Renesemee, you can't run away from Mommy like that." Renesemee frowns and holds her arms out to Michael. "No, baby, he's a stranger."
Michael frowns, holding out his hand to you. "Michael Clifford." You smile, greeting him with your daughter in your arms. "I'm sorry, Renesemee." She pouted, folding into her monther. "But, I'd be happy to give your mama my number so in case you want a cuddle buddy, I'll be there?"
You glare at him and he takes his phone out, holding it to you. You look the man in front of you over. He didn't look over 20, had piercings, tattoos, and dyed his hair. But, despite his image, you seemed to like him. You type your number in, telling Michael you had to make lunch for your daughter.
Year 3
Over the next few weeks, you and Michael seemed to hit it off, texting almost nonstop throughout the weeks.
You learned he was in a band- you looked him up, and damn! They were good- and was on break for a while. 5 Seconds of Summer had lots of good songs and Renesemee seemed to enjoy their music as well. You told him about your nursing job where you took Renesemee. She normally slept in the break room where your coworkers would watch out for her while you were on shift. You were 18, almost 19, while Michael had just turned 19 himself and went to the same school as children.
He had offered to babysit Renesemee a couple of times, but you declined, not wanting another man in Renesemee's life in fear of him walking out on you. You still didn't forgive your ex for leaving you and you didn't want another man in Renesemee's life. She could be so attached to him and then- poof!- he was gone agin.
Finally, after three months of texting, FaceTiming and e-mailing, he asked you out. You were scared for a bit- you haven't been with anyone since your ex four years ago. He reassured you that you'd take it slow and you were grateful for it.
On the week of your 19 birthday, he took you out to dinner and you had a really nice time, and for once, you were really happy.
Year 4
The year Renesemee turned four, you and Michael were engaged and had moved in together. You were grateful for Renesemee needed a bigger bedroom for all her toys, Michael spoiled her with.
