With Michael

Chapter 38 - Oh, Brother

1st of October, 1995
Brooklyn is 29, Michael is 37

Brooklyn: I looked at the positive pregnancy test.

"Babe, come on. I'm getting impatient over here." Michael said through the door.

Maybe it's best he doesn't know. I can't give him hope again, especially if it doesn't work.

I made sure to hide the test deep in the trash before washing my hands and stepping out of the bathroom.

Michael rushed over to me, "Well?"

"It came out negative." I lied.

He looked disappointed but shook it off quickly.

"I guess we just need to keep trying." he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and hugged him. It seemed like hiding this pregnancy was the best thing to do.

"I convinced Joshua to see you. We're going later today."

I pulled away, overwhelmed by what he just said.

"You did?" I asked.

He nodded, the smile never coming off his beautiful face.

"You're so amazing! THANK YOU!" I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you!"

I heard him laugh in my ear.

"I'm telling ya, he's so stubborn. He just wouldn't do it. He kept saying he doesn't want you to see him because you need to stay calm. I mean, it's true, but you two have to see each other."

I hugged his neck tighter to let him know how thankful I was.

My husband placed a kiss on my cheek before putting me down.

I kissed him deeply, and thanked him again.

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Chris: "Hey, dad." I said and hugged my dad.

I had to admit, he looked way better. The chemo was definitely working. It made this whole thing a bit more easy.

"Where's Jason?" he asked.

"Still at school, I'm gonna go pick him up soon." I answered, looking at the clock.

"Good. I missed him."

I smiled. No matter what, dad could always make my day brighter. It was something he could do ever since I was little.

"I heard what happened with your sister. Michael told me everything." he said.

Of course he did.

"Dad, she's being selfish." I mumbled.

"You know I asked her to have a baby, Christopher. It shouldn't bother you. She's doing this for me."

"I know... I just don't get why you won't see her."

"Because she doesn't need all of this right now," he explained. "Did they even tell you what's going on?"

"No..." I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"She can't stress out. Apparently it's what caused the miscarriages." dad told me.

I'm such an awful brother. I yelled at her for nothing.

Marie gasped, making me, dad, and Cynthia turn to her. "Miscarriages? As in more than one?"

"Yeah, she miscarried again last year."

"Jesus. I knew about the one in '91, but I didn't think- Oh, God." my mother looked away from us.