The Life I Want To Live With You

Never Let Me Go Chapter 16

(After my absences on Wattpad I'm back with a new chapter. Enjoy and leave something after yourself <3 )

**disclaimer of sexual content and vulgar language**
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After two weeks, Michael's memory was gradually returning. The confusion that had clouded his feelings for Lisa was beginning to dissipate. They were at home, flipping through photo albums, reminiscing about their past. It had become one of their daily rituals as they tried to rebuild the memories that the accident had stolen from Michael.

The album was filled with pictures from the times they had shared together, capturing moments of love, laughter, and happiness. As they relived those memories, their bond grew stronger, even though Michael couldn't recall the most recent events of their life together.

Michael remained unaware of Daniel and had no knowledge of Lisa's pregnancy. Lisa, however, had chosen not to reveal these pieces of information. She believed that preserving the harmony between Michael, his best friend, and herself was essential, especially since Michael's feelings for her were slowly but surely returning. The situation between them was almost identical to what it had been before the accident, except for the missing memories of the events leading up to that fateful day.

"Lisa, you want to go to sleep?" Michael asked as he considered her well-being. She shook her head, indicating that she wanted to stay up a little longer.

"Fine," he said with a smile. He leaned back on the couch, and she adjusted her position, laying her head on his chest and hugging him tightly as they settled in to watch a movie.

"Are you cold?" he inquired, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

She glanced up at him, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the television. "Huh? No, are you?" she replied with a playful smile.

"No," he reassured her, shaking his head. They both felt content and safe in each other's company, enjoying the simple pleasures of the evening.

Lisa hugs to him more, putting hand under his shirt slowly, going up and down from his chest to his bellybutton.

Michael smiles a little looking at her, whiles she gets up a little giving him a long kiss. He pulls her above him, pulling her shirt up kissing her body, making her gasp from pleasure.

He takes off her shirt looking at her in the eyes, kissing her neck going to her jaw and chin, taking off her bra.

She looses herself his touch, they both start to breathe hard. He takes off his shirt with her help and kisses her chest and breast, holding her by her back, slowly touching her butt.

She unzips his pants and kisses him with passion, while going lower to his neck biting gently to his skin.

He holds into her body undressing her completely from clothes. Feeling uncomfortable on the couch so he takes her against the wall. He goes lower while going on his knees and stops on her abdomen kissing it. While she moans he puts two fingers inside her standing up, he takes one of her leg on his hip holding it tightly, moving with fingers inside her kissing her with tongue.

She gives a long moan in his lips, starts to have shaky legs, he pulls out his fingers from her, taking off his pants with boxers and enters her with confidence.

She gives one hand on his shoulder other on his back holding to him tightly, feeling him deeply while he pushes fast, making her moan louder.

A couple of hours later, they found themselves lying in bed, both lost in their thoughts. Lisa, her back turned to Michael, stared at the wall with a mix of emotions swirling within her. She contemplated whether she should reveal the truth to him, but she was torn, fearing that he might react negatively.

In the quiet room, Lisa decided to turn toward Michael, seeking solace and comfort. Her sudden embrace startled him, and he looked at her with a questioning expression.

"Is something on your mind?" he asked, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

Lisa nestled closer, resting her head on his chest, hesitating to speak. She knew that revealing her pregnancy would likely lead to complications, but she couldn't keep it from him forever. The emotions inside her shifted rapidly, from anger to sadness, driven partly by her pregnancy hormones.

As she mustered the courage to speak, Michael sat up, concern etched across his face. "Sweetie, what's wrong? I can see that something's bothering you."

Lisa sighed deeply, her red eyes locking onto his. "I'm pregnant."

Michael's reaction was one of shock and disbelief, as a whirlwind of thoughts clouded his mind. "What? How? When?" Suspicion began to creep into his thoughts, and he couldn't help but think that she might have cheated on him.

"Are you serious, Michael?" Lisa responded, incredulous. "Do you honestly think I'd be fooling around with someone else while you were in the hospital?"

Annoyed, Michael rolled his eyes and got out of bed. "I'm just asking questions," he retorted.

Hurt, heartbroken, and angered by his assumption, Lisa started to dress herself. Michael, observing her actions, interpreted it as confirmation of his suspicions.

"I can't believe you'd do this to me," he mumbled, burying his face in his hands.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, Lisa approached Michael, taking his hands into hers. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him, her voice filled with a mixture of pain and anger. "You're a fool if you think I would ever betray you."

She moved to the living room to try to calm herself, but the sickness overcame her, forcing her to rush to the bathroom. Michael followed her, holding her hair as she retched.

Afterward, they sat in the kitchen in heavy silence. Michael passed her a glass of water, and Lisa accepted it, sipping it slowly. Michael desperately wanted to say something, but he remained silent.

Once she had finished drinking, Lisa stood up and headed to the other room. She felt an overwhelming need to put distance between herself and Michael, who had accused her of infidelity.

Lisa began to pack her clothes, a growing sense of detachment from the relationship gnawing at her. Michael followed her, unsure of what to do.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he watched her pack her belongings.

"I'm packing," Lisa replied, her thoughts still consumed by Michael's hurtful accusations.

"Lisa, can we please talk?" Michael implored, trying to stop her from leaving.

"I tried to talk, but you chose to accuse me of betrayal. And just so you know, when you were in a coma, I spent 24/7 at the hospital, waiting for you to wake up. But now, you make me feel like I wasted my time waiting for you to regain your memory, only to accuse me of being pregnant with another man," she explained, her voice filled with frustration and pain.

As she zipped up her bag, Michael blocked her path, arms crossed, looking down at her. His words, once again, stung deeply.

"I wouldn't assume it if you wouldn't react like that. " he said still holding her way out

"Excuse me? My fault that you accused me of being a fucking whore? Fine, you got me. It's not your baby. I fucked a guy down the street. Can you now let me leave this house or not?" Lisa's tone was cold, her eyes wide and disbelieving. Michael stepped away, his face expressionless as he gazed at the wall, the weight of his assumptions hanging heavily between them.