Michael and Me

Pregnancies

~ Around two weeks later ~

I wake up two night, sweating all over. I throw my housecoat over Michael's shoulder and stumble to the bathroom.

I gasp over the toilet, tearing up as the bile rises through my throat. I end up retching, shaking all over.

When I finally look at myself in the mirror, I see large beads of sweat trickling down my forehead.

I lean against the sink for support. My breathing is ragged. I hope it's only the stress from meeting Ms. Wyman.

I go back to bed, flinging the covers off me. Michael wakes up.

"What happened?" his sleepy voice murmurs.

"Nothing. I think I ate too much chocolate."

"Liar," he mutters. I turn my head.

Michael scrunched his brows at me. "Do you think you're pregnant?"

"No!" I get exasperated. "I don't wanna be pregnant."

"Well, if you are, it'll be a bad situation with me on tour..."

"Don't remind me," I whisper.

~~~

"Yes, Nicole, you are pregnant!" Doctor Shapiro tells me.

I lean against the white seat, breathing slowly.

~~~

"You're pregnant?" Michael stares at me in shock while we're eating dinner after I tell him what Doctor Shapiro said.

"Can't we just forget about it??!" I exclaim.

Michael grabs my hand. "I'll be here, I promise, baby."

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't want to be this way... alone while you're away on tour, being solely responsible for your child. You leave me with a flat stomach, you come back to a huge wife."

Michael laughs, kissing my hand. "When I come back, I promise to take off from work for at least a couple of months to stay with you."

I lean over the table to kiss Michael on the lips.