After I left Demi at the hospital I went back to the hotel with Michael. I was trying to conceal just how exhausted I was, but I knew Mikey could tell. He wasn't stupid.
He held me close, my head rested against his shoulder as he pressed soft kisses into my hair. The music of Halsey played around us as we drove through the crowded streets. It was noon by now and I needed a shower then a nap until the show.
"You okay Love?" Michael whispered softly in my ear.
With a nod I looked up at him and smiled tiredly, "Im just tired, but I'm okay." He smiles back at me and he bring his hand up to softly run his fingertips across my cheek. His touch was delicate and full of affection.
"If you say so. I just love you." He kisses my forhead, causing my cheeks to blush. Even now, after two years he still made me nervous.
The van stopped and we were relieved when there were no fans around. I guess us spending the night in the hospital threw them off. It was nice and relaxing when we got out, no screaming, no pushing.
We walked through the equally quiet lobby, hand in hand with soft smiles on both our faces. I could honestly say I have never been as happy as I am now. And I had Michael to thank for that, he made me feel like I was the only woman on this planet and he showed me everyday how much he loved me; it took my breath away everytime.
Even now, standing in the empty elevator his hands moved from my hips to lightly brush his fingers under my shirt, just to touch my skin. His perfect lips were feathering across my jaw.
When the elevator dinged and he pulled away I playfully shoved his shoulder, "Dick." He chuckled and sent me a smirk as he backed out of the elevator.
I followed him to the room and he plopped down on the bed, he was just as tired as I was "Im going to take a shower babe okay?" He mumbled an answer and I took that as my queue to leave; I grabbed my towel and retreated to the large bathroom.
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After a relaxing and hot shower I had finally decided how I was going to tell Michael. I just had to tell him, nothing special he just needed to know.
I walked out of the bathroom in a pair of panties and one of Michael's Metallica shirts, my hair was tied up in a messy bun; I hated the feeling of water dripping down my back.
Michael was lounging on our bed watching Pokémon, he looked on the verge of sleep, "Mikey are you awake?" My voice was a little timid.
I guess it caught his attention because his green eyes were on me, alert and aware, "Whats wrong babe?" He sat up straight and pulled me over to him.
"I need to talk to you. But I'm a little scared, Im sorry this is coming out really badly. I dont really know how to say any of this and Im scared about how youll react and-"
"Haley relax. Slow down, and start over. I wont be mad just tell me whats wrong." He soothingly rubs my arms and I take a few deep breaths.
"Well, over the last two weeks I havent really been feeling very well and so I realized something." Taking a break I take another breath, "So I took a test to find out and well um, Michael I'm pregnant."
The moment the words are out of my mouth I held my breath, my eyes glued to his face. I watch as it takes him a moment to calculate my words before I see it click in his eyes before they widen.
He gasps outloud, "Holy shit! Holy shit I'm gonna be a dad!" He starts peppering my face with wild kisses and I have to push his face away to get him to stop.
"Whoa calm down Michael. I can see you're excited." I laugh and he is grinning at me.
"Did I tell you how much I love you and how lucky I am to have you and that everytime I see you I fall more in love with you? Because if I didnt I just thought I would remind you." He kisses me lovingly and it sends my heart racing.
"I love you too Michael. Can I take a nap now? Im really tired, you know..being pregnant and all." He lays be gently on the bed like I'm made of glass and he curls himself around my tiny form. His arms wrap around me and his large hands rest softly on my stomach.
The way he touched me made every negative thought I had about this dissapear, he was just as excited as I was. I know that he will make a great dad and I would be damned if anyone tries to tell him otherwise.
He softly sang in my ear as I drifted off into a much needed nap, wrapped safely in his arms where nothing else mattered.
So much fluff, this is dedicated to the real Haley AnotherSliceForMichael I love writing about them and it makes me happy (:
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