Michael Part III

Love

--Mika's POV--

"Love!" I shout as I enter the house.

"Daddy!" I hear the twins shout as they come running from the living room to me.

"Hey!" I shout back as I engulf the two in a tight hug.

"We misses you!"

"Where's daddy?" I ask as I stand up with the two in my arms.

They both point down the hall. I smile and kiss them both as we make our way to the hallway.

"Looooovveeee?" I ask as I enter our room.

Michael is passed out in bed. I smile as I see the imprint of the twins to the left of him with their stuffed animals.

"Are you supposed to be napping?" I ask as I gently toss them both onto the bed.

They both giggle no.

"Yes," I here a tired Michael grumble.

"Love, are you going to wake up?" I ask him as lay on top of him.

Michael just shakes his head no, but a smile creeps on his face.

"Michael, I'm so happy to see your smile. I've missed it," I say softly as I rest my head onto his chest.

"I've missed everything about you," he tells me as he pats the top of my head.

"I'm glad your better. I almost quit the other day. I'm sick of leaving you when you need me the most."

"I'm not completely better. I'm still sick from the chemo," he tells me.

"Yea, but you'll get through that. I know you will. No tumor. No chemo. I love you."

"I love you."

Later that night Michael and I finally got some time alone after the twins fell asleep. Michael got sick twice since he got up earlier. He ended up laying on the bathroom floor for twenty minutes after each time and just cried.

I tried to comfort him, but he shoved me away. I don't know whether to be upset with him for pushing me away or just let him go through it. He's been dealing with this without me, so why would he want me now?

The thought of Michael not wanting me frightens me. I need him. And I want him to need me.

"Michael, can we talk?" I ask him as he lays down next to me.

"No," he says with a giant smile on his face.

I shoot a glare at him.

"Of course Mika," he chuckles.

"Do you love me? And before you answer, think about it. Do. You. Love. Me?" I ask him.

Michael looks at me confused. His jaw drops at one point. He gives me an angry look, "did you cheat on me?!"

"No!" I tell him. "You ju-"

"Is this because I shoved you away earlier?" Michael questions.

"Yes and no."

"Mika, I just don't want you seeing me upset or sick. Okay? I love you. I do. I really love you and I fall more in love with you each and every day. And when I look at those kids I love you even more. You brought those two into out lives. Into my life. And I love you for that. I love you for every little thing you do and say. Even when you're mad at me for something stupid like that I love you. I'm sorry, but I just I want to be strong for you."

"Michael I need to be strong for you,"I tell him.

"I love you," he tells me.

"I love you," I tell him as I dive in and kiss him.

He practically ripped my lips off of me when he kissed me back. Before I knew it I was beneath him.

"Let me top," I tell him.

"No," he tells me with a giant smile.

But his smile quickly faded and before I know it he's in the bathroom...sick.

--Michael's POV--

I can hear Mika pace back and forth outside of the bathroom door as I lay on the bathroom floor. I know he's worried about me, but he doesn't have to be. I'm going to get better. I'm not just going to get instantly better, but eventually I will get there.

"Mika, stop pacing," I tell him as I sit up.

"Are you okay?" he asks as he stops.

"Yes," I tell him.

"Come to bed. Please? You can top..." Mika tells me, causing me to chuckle and shake my head.

I slowly get up and brush my teeth. When I return to bed Mika's surprisingly under the covers. He gave me a sexy smile.

"You can top..." I tell him as I strip and get underneath the covers.

"Yay!" Mika says childishly as he immediately gets on top of me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss. Within seconds we start grinding on one another. I can't contain myself and reach for myself.

Mika smiles and tells me to roll over.

"No," I reply. "I'm too tired to get on my knees Mika..."

"I'll prop you up on some pillows," he suggests.

"Noooo..." I whine to him.

Mika growls at me and then bites my nipple, almost tearing it off.

"Fuck!" I moan.

Mika giggles and then grabs the lube.

"Spread-em'," he tells me.

"You're so romantic," I tell him as I roll my eyes.