Random Imagines

The Right One(Part 4)

(Whitney pov)
I silently cried as I began combing my hair. I was so happy that Michael was alive and well, but mainly because I'm here embarrassed as hell, when I should be in New York with him. I sprayed some more water in my hair and slowly combed through it.

I put my hair in two braids then wiped my face. I looked in the mirror seeing how my skin looked so dry, pale and how it had loss its youthful glow. Although I'm only 18 I looked damn near 40. This marriage thing drained me. Being married to a man that wants to be taken care of as if I'm his mother. Then wants me to mother his kids.

I put my head in my hands and cried. I'm such a crybaby. Instead of doing something, I just cry. "Whitney?" I jumped and looked behind me seeing Michael. I released the breath that got caught in my throat. I instantly wiped my face and got up. "I'll go ahead and get your room together." I said walking pass him.

I walked into the room Michael would sleep in for this next week. I grabbed the sheets out of the closet and began dressing the bed. I was putting the comforter on the bed when I felt a sting. I winced and looked at my finger."Fuck." I said. I looked closely and saw a small nail sticking in my finger. "Shit!" I said going to the bathroom and finding the alcohol and a small towel.

"Let me help you." I looked up and saw Michael standing there. I shook my head. "I'm fine. The pillows are on the top of the closet. Breakfast should be ready in the morning at 9. Good night." I said before trying to close the door.

I looked down and snatched the nail out. A small squeal left my lips as I drowned my finger in alcohol. After O tended to my finger, I wrapped my hair up and got ready for bed.

I like to sleep in just my undergarments. I took off my shoes, then my socks. As I was taking the straps off of my dress, I felt lips connect to the back of my neck. The strap was taken out of my hand and was pushed down by another hand.

The kisses extended from my neck to my shoulder. I finally inhaled, smelling the cologne Michael always used. "Michael..."I said just loud enough for the both of us to hear."I know you're unhappy here. I just had to check in on you. You've been on my mind so heavily. You don't have to worry about me annoying you about coming to New York with me. I just want to show you love." He said as the dress pooled around my feet.

I turned around and placed my head on his shoulder."I missed you." I said hugging him. "I missed you too. I had to come and see you." I smiled at him. He kissed me and lifted me onto his waist. As our makeout session got heated, the more clothes flew to the ground.

"You sure you want this?" He asked. I nodded, "Just don't hurt me." I said as I watched him slide inside of me. I let out a ragged breath as I got comfortable with his size. "I swear babygirl, you're gonna be the death of me." He said as he began kissing my neck.

(Michael's last day)

I watched as the twins ran off to school. Everyday this week, I've been up under Michael. Figuratively and literally, except once, last night, I was on top. Chad has been busy helping set up some new shops in the town. Let me tell you, I'm not complaining. More time for Michael and I.

I heard someone chopping wood. Chad was already on his way to town so it couldn't be him. I walked to the back porch and saw Michael. I smiled and played with the ends of my hair. I've been wearing it up for two years now, just so It wouldn't get in the way while I work. But Michael has been helping me so much around here I can actually let it down and relax.

Suddenly I sneezed. "Bless you." I looked up seeing Michael's glowing smile. He had his cardigan sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscles {picture above}. I giggled and got up going over to him. He was chopping up wood for me.

"You know you don't have to do this. I can do it." I said as he chopped another piece. "You know how to chop wood?" He asked. I nodded, "Wanna see?" I asked. He nodded and moved over taking the lemonade from my hand and sipping it.

I picked up the axe and just when I was about to bring it down, he stopped me. "This is why your back be hurting. Bad technique." He said sitting the lemonade on the porch. He came back to me and stood close behind me. He placed his hands over mine and showed a better way to chop wood.

"Thanks." I said. He winked at me and bit his lip. "Get up outta here and relax before I really put you to work." He said slapping my butt. I squealed and ran up the stairs to the rocking chair.

I've been thinking that maybe, if he leaves before the kids get home, I'd go with him. I'd leave everything and go to New York to be with him. I should have left with him the first time he asked. "Whitney?" I looked up at Michael. "Yes?" I know the kids don't stay in school for long. And once they get here we might not get a chance to." He said leaning against the door frame."What is it Michael?" I said standing up. He smiled and kissed me. "Let me make love to you one more time." He said. I nodded and lead him to the bedroom for the last time.

Tbc