It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Ninety-Five

"After seeing what happened with Ryan having the illness, I can't. I don't want to see my own child suffer through that. I don't even want to see you suffer through that, but I have to." He says.

"Michael, don't feel like you have to stay with me because of my illness." I snap.

"No, Mia. What I mean is I'm with you because I love you." He says.

Michael places his hand on the side of my face. "I just hate seeing my best friend, the love of my life, Mia Gordy, slowly leave me." His lip starts to quiver as tears slip from his eyes.

Michael looks down to the floor as he cries more.

I bite my lip as I hold Michael in my arms, rubbing his side.

"April is only six months, Mia." He sniffles.

"She has HIV. Do you not remember that either?" He whimpers.

I start to cry more. "Please stop." I whimper, holding him closer to me.

Michael holds onto me tightly. "I don't want to risk anything." He cries.

"I don't want to move on so quickly from Ryan's death. I don't want to move on until April is clear. I just can't.." Michael cries.

"Shh.." I touch his curly hair.

I know where Michael is coming from, I understand. Nothing will change my mind on having this baby. At least not now. I won't have the baby though. I don't want to cause drama, I don't need to infect more children. Michael has a point, this is heartbreaking enough. 

"Okay." I whisper.

Michael glances up at me.

"We won't have any children. I understand now.." I softly say, my voice cracking.

Michael frowns, "Oh, Mia." He squeezes me.

I close my eyes, taking in the moment.

I do understand now. 

"Ryan was such a beautiful boy... I just can't believe he's gone." Michael cries in my arms.

"Shh, baby.." I softly say.

"Just cry to me. I already know how much Ryan meant to you." I softly say.

Michael sniffles as he lets out a big cry.

I close my eyes tighter.

Hearing Michael cry like this is just heartbreaking. When he cries, he usually silently cries, meaning just tears come down. This time he's just wailing, shrieking, holding me in pain and anger.

I can't even imagine what it's going to be like when I leave. 

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December 1991  

Michael smiles widely as I pop open a bottle of red wine. 

"Woo, baby!" I cheer as Black or White plays on the stereo for the fifth time today.

Michael grins widely, "I had a feeling this album was going to make it big! My gosh!" He blushes.

I smile, pouring him a glass of wine. "I don't think anything will ever be as big at Thriller." I point out.

Michael smirks, "I always pray on that, Mia. Nothing ever will top Thriller." He proudly says, sipping on the wine.

I smirk, "Be careful drinking that wine, babe. Don't forget what happened last year. You were throwing up so much the next day." I say.