Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 14 - Christmas Breakfast

Christmas was only a few days later. I still hadn't told Michael I was pregnant. I hadn't thought of a way to yet. I finally did on Christmas at 2am, and I finished up his last Christmas present. I knew he would love it. There was no doubt in my mind that he would love it.

Michael arrived at my house around seven in the morning with his grandma, his mom, and little Michael. Mom and dad had agreed to have them over for Christmas.

I ran down the stairs and jumped onto Michael as he wrapped his arms around me. He smiled when he saw me and laughed when I jumped into his arms.

"Merry Christmas, Mikey," I whispered in his ear, smiling.

"Merry Christmas, Panda," he whispered back. I bit my lip, thinking of the cute nickname he had thought of for me since we had been dating.

I invited the family into the living room. They sat down on the couch, admiring the shining Christmas tree. It was huge and had many ornaments on it. There were ornaments with pictures of me when I was little, pictures of Paul, and the occasional picture of Danny. There were ornaments of trains and snowmen and sleighs as well. One ornament that we had kept for over twenty years was one with a picture of mom and dad in it on their wedding day.

Michael came up behind me, admiring the ornaments as I did the same. He wrapped his arms around me and I smiled back at him. He kissed my forehead.

Paul had come down the stairs and tried to go into the kitchen. I heard a yell from the kitchen, and Paul walked out, making his way into the living room. Mom would spend hours in the kitchen on Christmas making a large breakfast for everyone.

"I'M HERE!! WHEN AND WHERE IS THE BREAKFAST!?" I heard Danny yell from the door. Everyone laughed, and I walked out towards him. He always used to love the breakfast when we had both lived in Boston. He walked in the living room and I walked towards the kitchen door.

I yelled through the kitchen door to ask mom if she needed, help, but I got a quick response. Of course, that response was no. I walked back into the living room where dad had joined us. I walked over and sat on Michael's lap. Suddenly, Tate appeared.

"Pandora, you get off of my son's lap right now," he kidded and walked over to sit with us.

"Are you spending Christmas with us this year?" I asked. He nodded, so I smiled at him.

"PANDORA!!" Mom yelled for me. I jumped up and walked towards the kitchen. Mom stopped me. She handed me plates, utensils and cups so I could set the table.

After I sat the table, mom told me to go back into the living room so she could put all of the food on the table. It was weird that she didn't want anyone to see the food before we began to eat, but that's the way she did it. That's the way she's always done it.

Mom had gotten the food on the table before calling us all in. There were pancakes, bacon, sausage, waffles, French toast, hash browns, home fries, rolls, and drinks including juice (apple, orange, and grape), coffee, hot chocolate, and milk (chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla). You could tell that my mom really prepared for this meal. That's why it took hours. She loved too cook, though, and she was great at it.

Everyone drooled over the food on the table. All ten of us sat around the table. We prayed before eating. I got a lot of everything, and that was because everything was good.

Constance complimented mom on the pancakes, and dad complimented on the home fries. The bacon was her favorite to make, though, and my favorite to eat. I got many pieces, but as I did I smelt something terrible. Was it the orange juice? I usually love the orange juice. I decided against it, and I drank vanilla milk because even the chocolate milk smelled bad to me.

I bit into a piece of bacon and finished it quickly. The second piece I finished faster. I sprinted to the kitchen to the trash can and spit them out. I couldn't stand the taste of them for some reason.

After I went back to the table, I covered up with, "I think I got a piece of bacon that wasn't done very well.."

My mom nodded. She knew how I liked my bacon well done, and she made the not-so-well done for my dad. He loved it that way.

We had finished, and I felt stuffed. Making our way over to the living room to open presents, I joked to Michael that I wasn't going to sit on his lap since I felt like I weighed five hundred pounds.

I ended up actually sitting on his lap. We let little Michael open up his presents first, since he was the youngest. Danny was after Michael. I was next to open up mine. I got a lot of nice things, but my favorite would have to be the charm bracelet that I got from Michael. It was beautiful.

Michael opened his presents next, all of them except for one. I kept the one hidden behind the couch, just far enough that no one could see it, but I could still reach it.

We kept on going in the pattern we had been and we finally reached Constance, who went last. After Constance went, we were finished, at least my family thought. When they began to get off of the couch, I told them to stay. They say back down, and I got the present out from behind the couch I was sitting on. I handed it to Michael, and he gave me a questioning look. I looking at him, telling him to open it. He agreed and opened it, half focusing on the gift and half focusing on me.

He pulled off the lid of the box after unwrapping it. He looked inside and pulled out the tissue paper before revealing the pregnancy test. He picked it up and looked at me. I smiled. He showed my parents and smiled at me.

"You're pregnant?" He asked. I nodded, grinning even bigger. He kissed me and whispered in my ear, "I love you. I love you so much."