The Life I Want To Live With You

Patience Chapter 15

The next day, while Michael was at work, Janet decided to pay Lisa a visit to check up on how they were doing. Lisa opened the door after waking up from a nap and greeted her, but Janet walked in without returning the greeting.

Lisa raised an eyebrow, a bit perplexed by Janet's entrance. "Okay, I guess not even a 'hi' back for me," she remarked, shutting the door.

Janet's face showed signs of irritation as she wasted no time with pleasantries. "Lisa, explain why you didn't tell me you're pregnant?" she demanded, her tone firm and angry.

Lisa blinked, taken aback by the accusation. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

Janet's frustration boiled over as she continued, "I saw the pregnancy test. Who's the father of that baby?" 

Lisa's own anger flared up, and her response was sharp. "Are you trying to imply something right now?"

Janet shot back, raising her voice, "I also know you were with Daniel! So yes, I do think so!"

Lisa threw her hands up in exasperation. "First of all, I met him, and he kissed me, I pushed him away. I turned him down three times already."

Janet paced back and forth, her frustration evident. "What do you mean, he kissed you? When did that happen?"

Lisa walked away from Janet and sat down on the couch, doing her best to remain calm. She took a deep breath and replied, "Can you calm down and sit? When Michael collapsed, and I came back home from the hospital, he called me, saying there was something important I needed to know. I drove there, and then he kissed me. I yelled at him and left. The next day, he came with flowers, saying 'sorry.' I told him that I didn't want anything from him. That's all, I swear."

Janet gazed at Lisa suspiciously for a few moments, fighting with thoughts. Eventually, her expression softened, and she let out a small laugh. "So you mean to tell me the baby is Michael's, and you didn't tell anybody? Not even me?"

Lisa rolled her eyes, feeling a mixture of frustration and relief. "Janet, it's not funny. The father of my child doesn't remember he loves me, so it's better he doesn't know."

" Who doesn't know what?" Michael interrupts by walking in the house.

Janet jumps up from the couch, "Nothing! We were just gossiping like normal women. Right, Lisa?" she looks at Lisa.

"I guess." Lisa shrugs, standing up, leaving the bedroom and closing doors.

Michael looks at leaving Lisa, being confused and looks at Janet "What happened to her?"

Janet looks at her brother, "I will go." she takes her things and leaves quickly, slamming with doors.

Michael takes off his jacket, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt and knocks on the bedroom doors "Lisa, can you open?" she doesn't respond, so he walks in, seeing her on bed laying turned from him with her back. "What happened? Did my sister told you something?" he sits on the bed looking at her, she doesn't say anything, looking at the window. He sighs and lies behind her, hugging her slowly pulling her to him "I feel like you don't want to tell me something." he whispers to her trying his best of playing her husband even if that makes him feel weird.

"Because I can't anymore." she says quietly

She breathes deeply and turns around to him to look at him, "You won't even care if I tell you."

He looks at her in the eyes, getting a flashback of them laying on the blanket in Paris in the evening. He blinks a couple of times, sitting up, feeling pain on the back of his head. 

"Michael? Are you okay?" Lisa asked with concern. He showed that he needed a moment and left the bedroom, leaving her in confusion. Lisa went to him, finding him lying on the couch with his hand on his forehead. "Michael?"

He looked at her and let out a sigh. "I felt odd, and my head started hurting. I'm sorry," he explained. She fetched a glass of water and placed it on the table. He sat up slowly, and she took a seat beside him, offering him the glass. He took it and drank slowly.

"Would you like to rest?" Lisa asked in a hushed tone.

He placed the glass back on the table. "Yeah, I would like to." He attempted to lie on the couch, but Lisa stopped him. "No, Michael. Come to bed. I'll sleep here; you need to be comfortable, especially if you're not feeling well."

He smiled gently. "I see that I won't change your mind?"

She returned his smile. "Nope."

Guiding him to the bedroom, Lisa made him comfortable in bed, fetched a few things from the room, and then settled on the couch. After Michael had fallen asleep, she closed her eyes and also drifted off.

In the middle of the night, Michael woke up. He quietly made his way to the living room, where Lisa was sleeping on the couch. He couldn't help but watch her as she slept. Then, he went to pour himself some water. After placing the glass in the sink, he walked back to Lisa. Gently, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Carefully, he laid her down on the bed and then lay beside her.