It took me a few hours of pacing around the living room before I could finally cool off.
Think about the situation, Mia. I thought to myself, looking down the hall towards Rose's room where Michael still was.
I sighed. Forget it, just go talk to Michael. I huffed, forming my hands into fists as I walked down the hallway.
Gosh, what am I even going to say?
What is there to say? I regret yelling but I had a right to.. I mean.. I-
Without thinking, I turned into Rose's room.
I watched Rose sleep in her crib as Michael looked outside the window, sorrow shadowed him.
I frowned, "Michael?" I shyly said, crossing my arms as I felt my face heat up.
Michael didn't flinch, he continued to stare out into nature.
I softly sighed. This is gonna be harder than I thought.
"Baby, speak to me.." I softly begged, slowly walking towards him.
Michael frowned, slowly turning his head towards me as he stared at me with disgust.
He continued not to say anything to me as he stared into my eyes.
I gulped, feeling uncomfortable as he stared at me.
I bit my lip, placing my left hand up my right arm, rubbing my arm intensely as I got more and more uncomfortable.
I stared down at the floor, trying to find the right words to say.
Come on, Mia! Michael's waiting! Say something! Say anything! Potato?! Purple?! Flowers?! And Apology?! Anything!
I softly sighed, looking up at him. "Michael, I-"
"What's on your arm?" He lowly interrupted me.
My eyes widened, "W-What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
Michael got up from the chair as he walked up to me, rolling my right sleeve up.
"What are all these scratches doing on your arm?" He sternly said, holding my wrist tightly.
"I-I get uncomfortable a-and I-I just scratch my arm intensely b-because you kept on staring at me. I didn't mean any ha-"
"Why would you do this, Mia? You know better." Michael frowned at me.
I jerked my arm away from him, "I do." I firmly said.
"That's why I don't need to tell you." I snapped.
Michael squinted his eyes at me, "Are you really going to act like this again?" He whisper/shouted.
I sighed, taking a deep breath.
I closed my eyes, "No..." I breathed.
I slowly opened my eyes, staring at Michael.
"Michael, I-I'm really sorry about earlier. I truly am.." I sincerely said.
Michael stared at me, waiting for more.
I frowned, "You were right about everything b-but so was I!" I protested.
"You really don't get a right to just... Just spill my privacy out to the world. I-I could've been exposed to the people of things I didn't need them to know." I sternly said.
Michael sighed, "You don't get a right to just blow up at me like that, Mia. That's the only reason I yelled.." He admitted.
"What happened to you?" He softly said.
I gulped. What does he even mean?
"You used to be so.... Kind. N-Now you're just... You..." He sighed, trying to look for the words.
I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling hurt just by every word that was coming out of his mouth.
"You just blow up so easily. Mia, speak to me. Tell me why." Michael pleaded.
"Why do you keep doing this, baby?" He said worriedly.
I shrugged, crossing my arms.
"I-I'm just stressed.." I shyly admitted.
Michael slowly shook his head, "What are you even stressed about?" He smirked.
I shot a look at him, "Death." I sternly said.
Michael gulped as he took one step away from me.
"I'm ill, Michael. I truly don't have a lot of time left. I-I don't know how long I have left, I-"
"You have ten years, Mia! Ten Years." Michael softly cried.
"Don't quit on me yet." He begged.
I sighed, "Don't you see how much misery I've been through, baby? I'm not saying I want to die, it's just.." I sighed louder.
I covered my face. "I wanna know when.." I mumbled.
I suddenly felt Michael embrace me tightly. "Don't say those things, Mia. You're gonna stay here for a long time. I know it!" He softly cried.
"Michael, I'm truly sorry." I whimpered.
"I-I'm.. I-I didn't mean to be such a monster.." I said in disgust.
Michael gently pulled me away from him as he looked me in the eyes.
"Mia, listen to me." He sternly said.
"You are not a monster." He firmly said.
"Mia Gordy, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met-Next to Rose." Michael smirked.
I blushed.
"You're never going to be a monster." He sincerely said.
I slowly shook my head, "I already am one." I whispered.
"Believe me, babe.. I want things to go back to normal. I need things to go back to normal.. But we just grew up!" I shrugged.
"We're thirty, Michael." I chuckled.
"We've matured." I weakly smiled.
Michael smirked. "You've matured beautifully..." He shyly said.
I felt my face grow hot.
Michael frowned, "And my skin just keeps getting lighter as the days go by.. I hate it." He angrily said.
I sighed, "Baby, there is nothing you can do about it." I softly said, caressing his face.
Michael sighed, "I know. That's the problem, it's something I can't control. No matter what." He shrugged.
Michael rolled his sleeves up, "Look at all these damn white spots!" He frowned.
"I'm like a dalmatian.." He mumbled, staring at his skin sadly.
"Michael.." I breathed.
Michael looked up at me.
"You're still beautiful. You'll always be beautiful." I smiled warmly at him, holding his face.
"Don't forget that." I whispered.
Michael smirked, "I should be saying that to you, you know.." He murmured.
I chuckled, "Well, too late!" I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Oh, really? You wanna play that game then, huh?" Michael smiled widely.
I furrowed my eyebrows, "What do you mean?" I smirked.
Michael smiled widely as he started tickling me.
"AH!" I screamed as Michael and I fell to the floor.
"Mi-Michael!" I laughed as he sat on top of me, tickling me.
"L-Let go!" I laughed harder.
Michael chuckled, "Nope! Never!" He smiled.
I started laughing uncontrollably.
Michael smiled at my reaction.
Rose let out a loud cry.
Michael and I stopped.
I gasped as we both got up.
"Oh gosh, I didn't realize she was sleeping." I frowned, feeling guilty.
Michael smirked, "Yeah.." He rubbed the back of his head.
"Guess I should've told you that.." He bit his lip awkwardly.
I smirked, whacking his chest. "Yeah, you should've!" I mocked him, walking towards the crib as Rose continued to cry.
"I should go check on Bubbles actually. I'll be back." Michael said, running out of Rose's room.
"Oh my baby.." I cooed, gently picking Rose up.
"Aw.. Did mommy and daddy wake you up?" I pouted.
Rose continued to cry as she squirmed in my arms.
I smirked, "Aw.. My baby doesn't like that, does she?" I cooed, holding her closer to me as I checked her diaper quickly.
"Oh my!" I said in a baby-voice.
"Looks like I've gotta change Miss Rosie's diaper!" I giggled, walking to the changing table.
Michael walked in holding Bubbles besides him.
I smiled as he walked towards me.
"Um.. Do you mind if I change Bubble's diaper in here as well?" He awkwardly said.
Aww.. That's adorable!
I smirked, "How do you propose you're gonna do that?" I raised an eyebrow.
Michael smirked, walking to the table beside me. "There are two changing tables in here." He pointed out.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I started changing Rose's diaper.
"Why are there two, baby?" I asked, cleaning Rose.
Michael blushed wildly, "Because..." He shyly said.
I smirked, "Come on, babe. Tell me." I giggled, nudging his arm gently as I threw the old diaper away.
Michael softly sighed, "In case we ever wanted a baby of our own.." He mumbled.
I gulped, my eyes widening. "What?" I whispered, feeling speechless.
Michael shook his head, "N-Nothing, it was a stupid idea anyway.." He frowned, throwing Bubble's diaper away.
I gulped, "No, no, baby.. I-I mean.. I would love to have more children, especially with you, Michael. It's just.." I stopped myself.
"It's just what, Mia?" Michael looked at me.
I softly sighed.
"Michael, I don't want to take the chance of getting you sick. I truly don't. It's very, very dangerous." I explained.
Michael smirked, "Babe, we'll find a way." He positively said.
"There are doctors that.. You know... Can do the whole kind of.. Take my.. Um.. Stuff and insert it into you, kind of things.." He awkwardly said.
I glared at him, "So conceiving a baby naturally means nothing to you? To know that you didn't do anything passionate to create a human doesn't bother you at all?" I sternly said.
Michael sighed, "Mia, it means the world to me. B-But you know how much I love children. You love children too, I understand that. If you want the safe way, why not do it surgically?" He offered.
I sighed, "Michael, don't you remember the last pregnancy I had? I have HIV and I was pregnant with Rose. The next child I could have, I'll still have HIV. I hate knowing the fact that I could infect my own child with something they'll have to live with for the rest of their life." I pointed out.
Michael frowned, "Ryan is gonna be eighteen in two years, Mia. He still has HIV and he's still going."
I glared at Michael, "Ryan is different. It's very complicated to explain, baby."
I sighed.
"Michael, if it'll make you happy then I'll think about it." I softly said.
Michael's face lit up as he looked at me, "Alright..." He smiled widely.
"But we'll have to get married first." I sternly said, gently placing Rose in her crib as she slowly fell back asleep.
Michael smirked, leaning closer to me. "I can arrange that." He whispered in my ear.
Michael planted a kiss on my cheek as he walked out of Rose's room with Bubbles.
I blushed.
Another baby...
Perhaps. I smirked.