Tatiana's POV
"You okay?" Michael whispers kissing my temple as we sit in the backseat on our way to the stadium. I nod tiredly resting my head on his shoulder as he intertwines our fingers.
Even though the our "vacation" weekend was full of drama, Michael attempted to make it the best he could by having a whole bunch of movies and junk food delivered to his room for us to watch, and snack on. He even ordered the "corny" chick flick movies I enjoyed to watch that he would have usually complained about.
It was simple. And yet only Michael could make it perfect.
I smile to myself looking up and over at him as he stares out the window, humming softly to himself. I look away resting my head back on his shoulder, as he gently rubs his thumb over my hand.
"You could've came with Sheryl if you wanted." he whispers.
It was almost four in the morning, and the rest of the performers had to be at rehearsal by 5. Of course Michael had to arrive extra early.
"It's fine." I mumble, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "You probably wouldn't have let me out of your sight anyway."
He smirks adjusting his glasses as he looks back out the window. "That's true."
"You know I'm perfectly capable on not having a babysitter." I mutter under my breath as he chuckles lowly.
"With your luck, no."
I scowl , sitting up. "The elevator wasn't my fault."
"I don't want to go through feeling that terrified ever again, with not knowing if you were okay..." his voice trails off for a moment and he shakes his head. "I don't want to lose you again." he whispers quietly.
I look over at him as he continues staring out the window. I lean in slowly pressing my lips against his cheek. "I promise I'll be fine."
"And if you aren't?" he looks over at me raising an eyebrow as I shrug.
"My ashes will turn into diamonds."
"I hate when you talk like that." he grimaces looking away as I roll my eyes.
"Michael will you stop babying me?" I whine. "I'm okay..."
"You sure weren't in that elevator remember?"
"You wouldn't be either if you were trapped in a small space, hungry." I laugh lightly, trying to lighten the mood.
I still didn't tell Michael about what exactly happened in the elevator, and I had no intention on telling him. It was probably some dumb ass trying to pull a prank, anyway.
What he doesn't know, won't hurt him....right?
"We're here." he announces as the car pulls in the back to the stage doors. He opens the door climbing out, before helping me out.
We walk inside silently going down the hall in the building.
"I'm always going to baby you." he says suddenly.
I sigh out gripping the strap on my purse. "I don't need to be."
"You'll always be. Because...." he clears his throat, slipping off his glasses.
"Because...?" I look up at him as he looks over at me, stopping.
"Because--I want you to be my baby." he breathes out nervously.
I stand still staring in his eyes as we stand in the empty hallway. My heart going a thousand beats per second. Maybe I heard him wrong.
"Y-you what?" I whisper shakily.
"I want you to be my babygirl." he says softly, with more confidence.
"Oh. I did hear him right."
He steps closer to me.
"I-I know I broke your heart in the past." he whispers. "And I regret that--every single day, but Tati. If you give me a chance. I swear I'll spend everyday making it up to you. I told you I wasn't going to push you, and I won't. I just wanted to make this official and do it right this ti--"
I cut him off pressing my lips against his, taking him by surprise. His body immediately relaxes as he begins to kiss me back slowly. His lips capture my bottom lip and he begins to nibble and suck on it as he pulls me closer to my body and his hands staying on my waist. It wasn't too long before he pressed his tongue on my lips and I quickly open my mouth a little wider, letting him in. Our tongues begin to wrestle with each other as smacking sounds echoed throughout the room because of their intense kissing. But hell, I didn't care. He runs his fingers through my hair and grips the back of my head softly, pressing my lips harder against his. A light moan escapes my lips automatically when he gently bites on my bottom lip, and I gently grip his flannel shirt. I didn't want the moment to end, but he gently pulls away our lips making a soft "smack" noise, as he breathes out heavily.
"Was that a yes?" he chuckles as I giggle softly pressing my lips back against his.
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