Ghost Of You (Michael Berzatto X Black!OC X Eventual Richie Jerimovich)

14. Baby Blues

2016-Chicago, Illinois

Mikey's hand rested on Angie's leg while his other hand was gripping the steering wheel. "I told you so." He grinned.

"Yeah, you did."

"We're having a little boy."

"I know. Sophia's gonna flip." She smiled and leaned her head back against the seat. "Why're you going down Ridge?"

"It's faster."

"It's also more dangerous. It's a tight ass street, babe."

"I go this way all the time."

She sighed and rubbed her growing stomach. "Could you imagine if we were having twins?"

"Oh my god." He chuckled.

"I'm not saying I want twins. But wouldn't that be crazy?"

"We'd need a bigger car, a bigger apartment."

"We'd need a house."

"Who's got the money or the time?"

"Not us."

"That's for sure."

"Feel." She brought his hand to her belly. The light push of the baby's feet against her stomach was pressing into Mikey's palm.

"Hey, little guy."

"He's been kicking all day nonstop."

"He just wants to say hi."

She took his hand that was on her stomach and intertwined their fingers. "What do you think of Michael Jr.?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"A kid doesn't need to be named after me."

"I like it."

"How 'bout Carmen?"

"Aw." She grinned and squeezed his hand. "You big softy."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

"I love you." She placed her hand on his cheek.

"I love you too."

As they approached the intersection, the light turned green, and Michael accelerated. Suddenly, a car sped through the red light. Despite Mikey's efforts to swerve, the driver crashed into the side of their car. The impact was jarring, causing the airbags to deploy instantly.

Michael's eyes slowly blinked open. Disoriented from the crash, he quickly turned his attention to Angie. "Angie!" He exclaimed when he saw blood trickling from her forehead. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voices filled with worry.

She nodded weakly. "Michael." She groaned. "The baby."

"I'm gonna call nine-one-one. Okay?" He bent down and fumbled around for his now cracked phone.

"Michael." She grabbed his arm. "Something's wrong." Her breathing got quicker as panic filled her body. She held her stomach and looked up at her husband. "Something's wrong with the baby."

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A month had passed since the accident. Mikey had taken a few days off just to be with Angie and Sophia, and to heal his injuries. But Angie was yet to return to The Beef. Sophia was taking it better than both of her parents, not truly understanding the situation.

"Babe?" Michael whispered. "Are you up?"

"Mhm."

Angie had barely left their bed in the past month. She laid under the covers, trying to avoid conversation.

"Why don't you come eat? I made chicken piccata."

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat."

"Later."

He walked around the bed and pushed the covers down. "You need to eat." He pulled her into a sitting position.

"I said I'm not hungry."

"I haven't seen you eat in days. You're gonna make yourself sick. This isn't healthy."

"Oh, and drinking until two in the morning is?"

He scoffed and shook his head. "That's not fair."

"You think I don't know why you avoid being here? I know you look at me, and all you think about is our son. And I can feel you pulling away. I can feel how much you hate me."

"Stop that. Do not say that I hate you. I love you, Angelina Berzatto."

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"Because I blame myself everyday for what happened!" He had tears falling down his face.

Both of them were a teary mess. Mikey sat on the bed and buried his head in his hands. She leaned her head on his shoulder while they both cried.

"I don't like this, Michael. I don't like feeling sad and helpless." Angie sniffled. "I don't wanna turn into my mother."

He wrapped his arm around her. "That's not gonna happen to you. I won't let that happen. You hear me?"

"Okay."

"We're just in a bad spot right now. But it's gonna be okay."

"We're gonna be okay." She agreed and pressed her forehead to his.

"Yeah."

"Mommy? Daddy?" Sophia called as she opened their door.

"Hi, baby." Angie grinned, wiping her face. "You're supposed to be asleep."

"I heard you yelling."

"Oh, no, princess." Mikey shook his head. "We weren't yelling." Sophia came to sit right in between her parents. "We were just talking."

"Are you still sad, Mommy?"

"Um...yeah." She felt more tears threatening to come out. "I am a little bit."

She hugged her mother and kissed her arm. "Do you feel better now?"

Angie chuckled as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I do, baby." She picked up the little girl and held her tight.

"Are you sad, Daddy?"

"Yeah. I am."

She leaned over and kissed her dad's cheek. "Better?"

"Definitely."

"Can I sleep with you?" She asked her parents.

"Of course, baby." Angie put Sophia in the middle of the bed while she laid next to her.

"Come on, Daddy."

Mikey smiled and joined his wife and daughter, hugging them both in his arms.