The Hardest Goodbye

Part Four

It's been a month since the incident. I should be starting back at college but I decided, Michael disapproved, that I would focus on keeping myself happy and the baby healthy. I closed down my OnlyFans and got a job at the library to pass the time for me during the days, giving me an excuse to read more books. Michael filed for divorce and ordered a DNA test for Marlee, which came back negative. That was rough, but he vowed to still love her as his own. He has the kids every other weekend, staying here in my three-bedroom house, it gets a bit crowded sometimes. Michael is officially moved in, and tonight we plan on telling the kids about the pregnancy. I told him I couldn't hide the growing bump much longer, my small frame making it easy to tell I'd been putting on some weight in my belly. We take the kids out to their favorite restaurant, unfortunately, Deborah insisted she comes with them tonight. I have no issue co-parenting I think it's great when the ex-wife and the new partner can get along, although she sees me as a summer fling he will discard once he is bored. She could very well be right. Maybe I am. 

I get dressed, dressing in a deep purple dress, flowy hoping to hide the small bump, my hair in french braids, hoop earrings, and a cute necklace Michael gifted me last week. He steps out of the bathroom buttoning his shirt and smiling at me in the mirror. 

"Damn I'm one lucky man." He pridefully states as he plants a kiss on the nape of my neck sending chills down my spine.

"Mmm are you though?" I tease.

He wraps his arms around me resting them on my tiny bump. "Extremely." He kisses my neck and up to my jaw, moaning as I giggle at his scruffy kisses. 

He's been growing out a beard since he moved in, he said Deborah hates him with facial hair and always made him shave it all off. I however am feral for that beard. 

"Michael, we are going to be late. We can not do this right now." I groan sliding out of his grip.

"I know, but when we get home,' He leans closer his lips brushing my ear, a soft growl vibrating in his throat causing my insides to ache for him. 'I'm going to devour every inch of your perfect little body." He bites the air making a small clicking sound with his teeth. 

I moan and slap his arm in protest. Laughing at me as he walks and grabs his shoes. I spray on some perfume and grab my sandals sliding them on and heading to the door. Michael grabs his keys, nodding to me, I press the passcode on the alarm and follow him out the door, locking it behind us. He opens my door for me and helps me into the truck. We sold my car, I couldn't handle looking at it and thinking about the way my head was bashed into it, I bring my fingers to the scar that had replaced the gash on my forehead. 

Michael notices, he grabs my hand as he backs out of the driveway, heading toward the restaurant. His fingers lace with mine, his thumb rubbing along mine as we sit in silence.

I speak up breaking the silence finally. "Are you sure we should tell them tonight with Deb there?" I ask feeling a bit nervous.

He shakes his head. "No, but someone would go home and tell her anyway so, we would either face it later or now. I would rather tell them tonight." 

I agree with him. Thirty minutes later we arrive at the restaurant, a fancy little Italian place the kids happen to love. 

"She probably wanted to come so she could one last free meal from you." I tease as he helps me down out of the truck. Holding me close to him, looking down at me his amber eyes shining in the golden light from the setting sun. He leans down and kisses me, more passionately than normal, like he was kissing me for the last time. 

"DADDY!!" He pulls away at the sound of his kids turning around to wrap them all in a big hug as they run over to us. Deborah glared from her SUV. She walks over to us, flipping her hair over her shoulder.