That's What You Get

I couldn't dedicated this to just one person.

So..

I want to dedicated this to,

all my loyal, advice-giving, and patient fans!

Thank you so much for waiting! <3

Chapter 1

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I sighed, as I drank the last bit of water from my water bottle. I took this moment to look around, to see where I'm at, and to see where I was going with my life. My head dropped back against the back of the couch, and I closed my eyes.

Almost instantly I started to have a 'mini movie' flash back in my head, like the ones you see people having in movies. All slow motion, kind of blurry I guess, and it's always the heart crushing scenes moving the slowest through your mind. Like my heart can take that.

But, I guess a plus of this situation, is that I look absolutely fine on the outside, like nothing fazed me. But on the inside, I'm a totally mess, ... chaos even. I'm a bunch of mixed feelings. I feel like a mess. Plus these bunched up mixed feelings are for a certain someone. That probably can't, or won't ever again, be mine again.

It's been a couple of weeks, or so since the hospital incident, which seems like it only happened yesterday for some reason. And after some time, I finally realized, instead of glowering and stressing over what happened back there. Why not just forget about it, and just be happy for the two of them.

I mentally growled.

What a stupid idea Michelle.

But it's the right thing to do. I know it is.

Isn't it?

Suddenly, I felt a weird feeling. A kind of squirming sensation. I looked down at my stomach, and noticed it was my baby kicking. The greatest feeling in the world for a soon-to-be mom. Or should I say teenage mom?

"Riley!" I yelled from my brown couch, a plate of food balancing on my stomach. A plate that use to have a delicious tuna sandwich, made by Riley, with cheddar chips on the side.

Oh god, am I drooling over food? And I just ate!

It was the best sandwich ever... But sadly now, ... the plate is empty.

Oh god, Michelle, stop.

Now the empty plate, was still balancing on my small baby bump. Or I should say slightly big, I don't want to say huge, because I've seen bigger baby bumps than mine. Reminds me that Miles said, I had one of those small baby bumps, that looks cute somehow on a girl.

My train of though broke when I suddenly heard feet hitting the hard wood floor at a quick pace.

"What, what!? Is she coming?" Panic overtook his face; his eyes wide, as he turned the corner of the hallway.

I noticed he had a wet sponge in his left hand, slightly soapy, and a few drops of water trailed down his arm, as he held that hand up. A hand towel thrown on his right shoulders.

Was he doing the dishes? I thought to myself.

I shook the thought away. I arched one of my eyebrows in confusion. "What? No, no." I laughed. "She's kicking again." I lifted the plate off my stomach, and placed it beside me on the couch.

I, then lifted one of my hands and placed it on my stomach, and started rubbing small circles. I smiled, when I felt her kick again.

He let out a hearty laugh. "Are you going to do that every time she kicks?" He smirked as he leaned against the door frame that lead into the living room.