I am so sorry I kept you guys waiting for part three! If you even wanted to see it.. I just completely forgot about it and had no ideas!! I am so so sorry!! But her is part three! :)
Noah's POV:
It has been around.. Maybe 6 weeks? Since Michael and me found out he was pregnant.
Michael has started to act more emotional and gets sick more often.
He also had wayyy more cravings for weird foods.
Sometimes he would cry to me about me leaving him when the baby is born.
Other times if I left him for five minutes he would get so mad he would lock himself in the room and not speak to anyone.
Sometimes it was hard to take care of him.
I managed!
Today my family, Michael and I was watching a movie.
We were waiting for tonight.
Michael wanted to be close to me my mom and dad near the little ones.
The movie was scary but not to scary.
Because my little siblings were only 7 and 6.
While my dad, 40, my mom, 38, Michael, was 16 when he died so 16, and me, 17 because I died at 17.
It seems like Michael and me just don't age since we are dead.
I mean.. We probably do, but we look the same so we go by our death ages.
So, 16 and 17.
Anyway we all had 30 minutes to get into our positions and get ready.
Michael and me were in what we call our room since he lives with us now.
"Noah! Were is my hoodie!!"
"I don't know Michael, you sat it on the bed?"
"It's not there!!"
Michael had started to cry.
"Noahhh!!"
I sighed.
"Do you want a different hoodie?"
"No! I want that specific hoodie!!"
He has his hands over his face and he was in my arms.
I thought for a few moments.
"One of mine? I'll let you keep it. I know you love wearing my hoodies."
His crying and sniffling died down.
He looked up at me with teary glossy eyes.
He nodded.
"Ok, let me get you one."
I gently moved some of his hair out of his face.
There was a lot covering his eyes but I could still see them.
I placed my hand on his cheek, they were as soft as baby powder.
I kissed his forehead and walked over to the closet.
I grabbed a hoodie and gave it to him.
He gently took it and put it on.
He walked over to me, his eyes getting teary.
He hugged me.
I chuckled.
"Thank you.."
"Your welcome, darling."
We hugged for like 2 minutes and went downstairs.
We sat on the couch, Michael sitting beside me and my two siblings sitting next to my mom and dad.
We turned on the movie as we all got adjusted and comfortable.
Michael and me holding hands and Michael's head on my shoulder.
My little siblings between my mother and father as my mother sat with her hands in her lap.
My father sat with his arm stretched out on the back of the couch, his other arm on the arm of the couch.
The remote on the table.
Michael hated scary movies but there was many people so I don't think he was scared, two of them being dead, four being alive.
The movie was interesting, it was about demons and other things like that.
I was enjoying it so far.
1 hour later..
As we were enjoying the movie I noticed something.
Michael's hand had got cold.
And I could hear Michael's faint breathing it was slower then usual.
I looked over at him and he looked pale, like he had seen something horrible.
His eyes were closed tight.
He opened his eyes, half lidded.
Michael quickly got up and ran somewhere.
I watched him run to wherever he was going until he was out of sight.
"Is he OK?"
"I'm not sure.. I'll go check."
I got up and walked through the house to find him.
He was in our room in the closet.
I sighed and got on my knees.
"Darling, why are you in the closet?"
He shook his head.
Michael sat in the corner of the closet with his hands on his legs.
"Come here?"
Michael looked up at me.
His Sclera was turning red.
White part of the eye, for those who didn't know. If any of you didn't.
He crawled over to me.
He stared at me and quickly hugged me.
I hugged back.
"Your hand was freezing, and you were pale. Also your Sclera is turning red."
He didn't say anything.
"Let's go back downstairs. I'm fine."
"Ok."
As said, we went downstairs.
We sat on the couch continuing to watch the movie.
Once it was over..
My little siblings had fallen asleep.
My dad turned off the TV and took the little ones to bed, with my moms help.
Michael and I went to our room and went to sleep.
I thought for a minute that maybe Michael would be like this for the rest of being pregnant.