Unexpected

Chapter Eleven

I woke up around 8 this morning and noticed Michael wasn't in the bed. I get up and head downstairs still in his t-shirt and some boxers that are also his. I walk into the kitchen and see him sitting on the counter eating cereal. I see another empty bowl next to him and a spoon. I walk up behind him slowly so he won't see me. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek.
"Good morning gorgeous" he says pulling me around him so I'm sitting on his lap. He grabs the empty bowl next to him and fills it with cereal.
"For you. You need your food for today. We have the appointment and then I'm taking you to lunch." He says kissing me and taking his bowl to the sink.
"You okay?" I ask noticing he looks a little sad today.
"Yeah. It can wait till later." He says scratching the back of his head. That little motion indicates there is something more and it can't wait till later.
"Michael. What's wrong? Just tell me. Get it out of the way." I say getting up and wrapping my arms around his waist looking up at him.
"Okay. Um. The tour start in 3 months you know. And we'll it doesn't end for another 6 which means I'll be on the road during the end of your pregnancy and when the baby comes.." My whole brain just turned to mush. My heart stopped and I realized what he was telling me.
"Wait? Why can't I just come with you and when I get to 7 or 8 months you'll be in back in Australia for a couple weeks doing concerts and when the baby comes you can fly back for a couple weeks."
"No Avery. I can't." He says letting go of me and leaning up against the counter.
"What? why? You're the father you have to be there for the birth and see your child's first week and Michael? Are you listening to me? You have to come back. You can't just not be there. You are the father! The tour won't mind. I'm sure they'll-wait hold on are you fucking telling me your managers want you to not be there for your child's birth?"
"They said I can't just ditch the tour.." He said wincing a little with hurt.
"Michael... Y-you can't j-just miss your child's birth.. You have to be there with me to name him/her a-and spend time with our child its first week of life.. You have to." I say crying.
He tries to hug me. I shove him away. "No don't you fucking touch me! No get off of me!"
"Avery I'm sorry! I tried my best to reason with them and change their minds."
"Change THEIR minds? Theirs? It's your child Michael if you want to be there be there don't reason with people about your decision." I say glaring at him. How could he do this to me.

*two hours later*
*at the app*
"Did you check in with your manager and make sure they said its ok for you to be here at the ultrasound of your child?" I say coldly reading a mother to be magazine.
"Avery. Come on. Please don't." He says turning towards me. "You can't hate me. I tried. I'll be there a couple weeks after our child is born the tour is over then."
"Not good enough." I don't know why I'm being so rude. I understand the place he is in right now I'm just upset about it. I want him to be there. I can't do it myself. I'm 7 weeks pregnant and Michael's career is already interfering with our child's life.
"Ms. Green?"
I walk into the room and the nurse rubs the cold gel on my stomach. She takes a few pictures and then makes a confused/frightened look.
"What what's wrong?" I say grabbing Michael's hand.
"Let's just wait for the doctor to come in." She says looking at me sympathetically. That can't be good.
She Rushes out and 2 seconds I mean 2 seconds later the doctor comes in.
"Well then let's see what's going on. Shall we?" I shake my head furiously. Please tell me my baby is ok.
Please.