It will always be you and I.

Chapter 38

Eileen's POV

It's now long overdue,I have to tell him today. I don't know how but I have to tell him. Micah is an intelligent man sometimes and he always catches up on my changes be it my body or something else. That's why I didn't want to go with him for a check up on Friday because I'd already had mine and the results were pretty obvious.

And the fact that I've decided to keep the baby, I have to tell him. I was going to keep it either way.
And him mentioning that my breasts are getting bigger is one of the reasons why I need to tell him. The other reason is because my stomach is starting to show slightly and if he notices that, he'll be very angry.

"Micah?" I walk to the kitchen filled with soft music playing and find him making us dinner and since it's a Sunday, we've been having a lazy day like we always do every Sunday.

"What up?"

"We need to talk about something." I stand next to the wall and he turns to look at me while taking a sip from glass filled with what I'm assuming is liquor. His eyes look low so this is the best time to tell him I think.

"What up baby?" He asks again and I build up the courage to tell him.

"I'm pregnant." I finally let it out and look at him. His face remains neutral and I can't tell how he's feeling. We remain quiet and it's sickening. "Say something please." I tell him and he scoffs, his face turning into an angry one. Now he's mad. "Micah." I call him again and he shakes his head disappointedly .

"I fucking knew it." He says lowly while gripping the glass in his hand. He's angry.

"Micah..."

"How far along are you?" He cuts me off and asks  calmly but I can tell that he's angry.

"Nine weeks." I speak lowly.

"Speak the fuck up!" He snaps scaring me but I decide to keep quiet because I know he heard me the first time. "You don't know how to use your mouth now huh ?"  He asks bitterly.

"Babe..." I'm cut off by glass colliding with the spot next to my head. I cover my face and try to block the glass shattering from cutting me.

"Shit." I hear Micah cuss as he gets close to me. Removing my hands from my face, I feel a sting on my chin and cheek . I touch it and find blood on my fingers.
"I'm sorry baby , I'm so sorry." He says while trying to hold the side my chin that hasn't been cut by glass but I pull away.  "I'm sorry." He says again in a shaky voice but I close my eyes while holding my hurting chin.

"We're done." I whisper and turn to walk away but he holds my wrist.

"No, no baby you don't mean that , please, please don't do this. Don't throw all these years away please." He pleads but I pull my hand away completely.

"I'll pick my things later." I tell him because I can't be in the same room as him right now.

"You know what ? Leave, fucking leave like you always do. You're the one keeping secrets from me but you're leaving!" Micah snaps .

"Stop yelling at me!" I snap back getting angry too.

"Then stop acting stupid, we have shit to talk about and you're fucking leaving! "

"You almost hit me with a glass Micah and if you can't tell I'm bleeding you asshole." I match his tone while walking back to the bedroom and he follows me.

"No, you don't get to leave." He holds my wrist tightly and I try to get out of his hold but I just keep hurting myself so I do the only thing that comes to my mind, I slap him so hard.