Unexpected

Chapter Fifteen

I fell asleep and woke up about 4 hours later. I got up and went to the kitchen. I grabbed pop tarts, fruit, and potato chips. I sat on the couch and turned on the tv to watch some spongebob. I dug into my food and then the front door opened and I looked up seeing a hungover Michael. I sighed and got up walking towards him. He grunted and shuffled upstairs. I followed him. He went to the bathroom and grabbed some medicine. He went towards the shower falling over a little bit.
"Here. Let me." I said to him sitting him down on the toilet. I turned on the shower for him. I turned around and helped him pull his shirt off.
"Thanks." He grumbled shuffling his dark skinny jeans off.
"I love you Michael. You're supposed to take care of the people you love." I said sighing and walking out of the room.
*30 minutes later*
I was back on the couch and eating my food. I got up again to grab something to drink. Michael came sow the stairs with his head down.
I looked up at him and just looked at him. I remembered all he said yesterday. I knew I should apologize but I couldn't get the words out. I felt tears in my eyes and I sighed.
"Michael. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to try and make you feel that way." I said to him sitting down on the stool.
"Um. It's okay. I uh. I need to tell you something." He said still looking down at the floor.
"Okay what is it?" He didn't say anything for two minutes. "Michael? Michael look at me." I said getting up and walking over to him.
"No don't. Don't touch me. Please" he said backing away.
"Michael? What's wrong?"
"I did something I regret." He said looking up at me for a second before looking down again.
That's all he had to say for me to know what he "regretted".
"Oh. I see. You slept with someone. When you were drunk, right?" I said hoping it was a drunken mistake. It wasn't though. The way he looked at that moment said he meant to.
"Michael.. Tell me it was a drunken mistake." I said beginning to cry.
"It wasn't.. I went to a bar and I met this girl and we danced and then she invited me back to her place and I went and then we drank a little and then started making out and-"
"Stop! Stop it Michael! You already hurt me! You did it, okay? You got me back for making you feel the way you did about our baby. You don't have to tell me about it." I said backing away from him. He didn't even try to reach for me.
"So you forgive me?" He asked.
"No I don't forgive you! You cheated on me and it was on purpose!" I said yelling and crying.
"I didn't mean to. I just was mad and i didn't know what I was doing." He defended himself.
"But you did know, Michael! You knew what you were doing! You knew WHO you were doing was not me!" I said smacking him. I felt bad a little bit because I hurt him too. But that didn't justify his cheating.
"Avery! You hurt me too! Our baby is dying and you are being selfish and-"
"I'm being selfish? Our child is dying Michael and we... We are hurting each other. We should be supporting each other but instead we are hurting each other to the point where we might break up." I said wincing at my words.
"Y-you wanna break up?" He said.
"No. Of course i don't but if we continue to hurt each other I don't want to be in that kind of relationship." I said truthfully.
"Well then fine. We are broken up. You happy now?" He said coldly.
"You think I'd be happy if we broke up?"
"We are broken up Avery! We just did! I'm done with you!" His words struck me. He actually wanted to break up. He just broke up with me. I walked upstairs calmly and packed my bag. I walked back downstairs and saw Michael sitting at the counter. He didn't even turn around. I walked through the front door and walked to a coffee shop. I walked in and to a back booth. I sat down and just stared at the table.
Michael and I just broke up. I'm still carrying his child. Our child. We broke up because our child is dying and we are upset, instead of sticking together and supporting each other.
Would I have to go to the appointment where they take my child out of me alone?
I broke down realizing I have to be alone watching my child die in my arms.