♡Conundrum|Part Two♡

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You laid on the bed, fiddling with your fingers as Michael walked out of the room - his towel wrapped around his waist. His curls were wet, and he had a tired look on his face. You watched him as he took off his towel and began to put on a fresh set of clothes.

Once he was done, his eyes moved to you - lingering on you for a second before he grabbed his towel and walked back into the bathroom - hanging it up.

He then walked back into the room, making his way over to climb onto the bed. You watched him all the while as he crossed his legs, letting out a sigh.

"What's wrong?" you breathed. "You've been in a foul mood all evening, and I want to know why,"

Michael stared blankly for a moment before he let his shoulders fall slightly.

"I'm sorry," he bit his lip. "I..just....I did something that I'm not very proud of," he shook his head.

You frowned further. "What did you do?"

Michael began to fiddle with his fingers. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes on you, keeping them on the mattress.

"What did you do?" you asked again.

Michael looked up and immediately, you could tell that he was deeply troubled.

"You're going to be mad, and you're going to leave me," he whispered. "But what the hell, I'd deserve it anyway,"

"Michael," you crawled up to him, wrapping your arms around him. "You can tell me anything,"

Silence persisted for a few more minutes, making you anxious with each second that passed.

"I....I...I'm going to be a father," he turned his head to look at you. "I'm going to be a father," his eyes began to tear up.

Your heart sank, making you tear up as well.

"A...a father?" you blinked. "When...did this all happen?"

"Remember when we were at the celebration party for the Dangerous album?" he shook his head. "And you left early?"

Your throat went dry as you nodded.

"I got drunk...and...Lisa...," he trailed off.

"Lisa Marie Presley?" you scoffed a little.

Michael nodded in response.

It took everything within you, at that moment, not to break down. Michael had cheated on you, and he was going to be a father for the first time - but not with you.

Tears began to stream freely down your face.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry," he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm so so sorry,"

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