It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Sixty-Eight

I gasp, crossing my arms.

Did he really just do that to me? Again? I grit my teeth, feeling anger slowly build in me.

Motherfu-

"Hey, babe." Michael smiles at me, kissing my cheek.

I pull away, not wanting him to touch me.

Michael furrows his eyebrows, "Mia, what's wro-"

"I can't believe you." I growl, turning around as I start to walk away.

Michael has no right. I thought he would know by now! He doesn't even talk to me about anything! God dammit, Michael!

"Mia!" Michael shouts. I can hear his footsteps running towards me.

"Mia, babe, don't be like this." He forces a grin, spinning me around.

I glare at him, "We're going home. I don't want to speak to you at the moment." I growl again.

Michael sighs, forcing another smile as he waves at the reporters around him.

I walk out the door, heading towards the car.

I hear Michael in the background.

"Thank you all! God bless!" He nervously lets out a chuckle, running towards the car.

Michael opens the passenger door for me.

I roll my eyes, scooting inside the car.

Michael frowns, sitting beside me.

I cross my arms, staring out the window.

I hear Michael sigh loudly, "Mia, come on. What did I do wrong?" He raises his voice.

I ain't saying nothing to you. I don't want to look at you, speak to you... Nothing.

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I shake my head slowly, "I can't believe you.." I mumble as Michael and I walk inside Neverland.

"Babe, speak to me. Come on!" He shouts, slamming the door.

My head snaps towards him, "You have NO RIGHT TO GO SPEAKING OUR BUSINESS TO THE WORLD, MICHAEL! GOD DAMMIT!" I shout, feeling myself explode.

Michael's eyes widen.

He sighs, "Mia-"

"NO, MICHAEL! I'VE HAD IT!" I shout, cutting him off.

"YOU'VE DONE THIS TWICE TO ME ALREADY! TWICE! YOU ALWAYS PREACH ABOUT PRIVACY, RIGHT? WELL, GIVE ME SOME!" I scream at him.

"I'm the one pregnant NOT you!" I growl.

Michael stares at me, hurt spreading across his eyes.

Michael stays silent as he looks away.

I huff, "You need to talk to me about these things, god dammit. Michael, we need to talk!" I plead.

"We have to talk about when to announce things!" I raise my voice.

"I know you're excited on becoming a father but you need to think about people other than you! I know you're better than that, Michael! My god!" I snap.

Michael's head snaps towards me as he harshly grabs my wrist, squeezing it tightly.

He pulls me closer to me with his strength.

I softly wince, "M-Michael!" I squeak.

"Enough, Mia." He growls.

"ENOUGH!" He shouts, throwing my arm towards me harshly. I take a slight tumble backwards, luckily I stay on my feet.