I Only Care About You (Michael Carrick) -COMPLETED-

Chapter 28.

Michael’s P.O.V

I walked upstairs to see Jacey after having the most amazing moment of my life with Alice. So far. She was perfect in every way and every time we kiss, I can’t help but think myself the luckiest man alive. She’s incredible.

I slowly opened the nursery door to see Jacey lying awake, staring at the ceiling, kicking his legs and punching his tiny fists in the air.

I smiled down at him and his eyes met mine. They were just like Alice’s. I leant over into the cot and lifted him out. He stopped kicking and lay still in my arms. I walked round the room with him and then stopped and sat down on the window seat, overlooking a large valley.

‘’Hey Jacey’’ I started in a soft whisper, ‘’I’m Michael. I’m not your dad, but I’m your mum’s boyfriend, and someday I’ll be her husband. Your real dad is Cristiano Ronaldo, maybe you’ve heard of him? Well anyway, he’s your real dad. I know I can never say that I’m your dad because I’m not, and that thought kills me inside. But even though I’m not your dad, I’m here and I guess you’re stuck with me for a while. I’ll try and be a good dad to you, sorry if I’m not, I’ve never done it before. I’ll try my hardest to make you and your mum happy. I love your mummy to the death and even though you’re not really mine, I love you all the same.’’ I said quietly. I pressed my lips against his little forehead and lay him back down in his cot. His eyes flickered a few times before finally closing. I stood for a moment, watching his little chest rise up and then lower back down. He was gorgeous, like his mother. I smiled and then walked out the room and into Alice and I’s bedroom.

I went and sat on her side of the bed. It was so neat and she always made the bed when she got up, putting the cushions back on and everything. I never did it, she always did it for me in the end. I probably should start. She does so much for me anyway.

I opened the bedside draw on Alice’s side and took out her neatly folded nightdress. I lay it on the bed and unfolded it so it was normal. I could just imagine her in it right now. She would always look so beautiful in anything she wore. Whether it be jogging bottoms and a hoodie or a long flowing dress, or even nothing. She was truly a beautiful human being, I was proud to call her mine.

I caressed the dress in my right hand and gently lifted it up. I held it to my chest and her scent drifted up inside me. She even smelled gorgeous. I slowly pressed my lips to the top of the dress and then I neatly folded it back up how it was. How Alice does it. I then placed it back in the draw and shut it tight.

I sat in silence on the bed and sighed.

Alice meant the world to me. She was everything and more a man could wish for in a woman. She was elegant and graceful, yet funny and could be one of the lads if you asked her. She’s so generous and thoughtful. She puts everyone before herself and most people take that for granted. Not me though. I appreciate her so much and I try and make her happy. She is my girlfriend and I swear on my life I will never let a man lay their hands on her, if they do, they have another thing coming.