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Chapter 7: Just beat it then

When Michael got out of the bathtub, he quickly took the phone Conrad had given him& dialed his wifes number.
After about half a minute the call was answered:
'Hello?', Mary asked sounding sleepy.

'Hey, it's Michael. I told you to call me as soon as you'd wake up. But since you didn't, which is alright, I decided to call again. Do how are you sweetheart?', he asked.

'Oh, Mike! Glad to hear from you! And I'm sorry I didn't call, I didn't check my messages yet.
If I say that I'm fine you'd get that I'm not would you? So here ya go:
I honestly don't feel good, due to the alcohol and due to the lack of your hug. I really miss you darling. Where are you at the moment? And how's life?'

'I miss you too, baby. Very much. I'm currently in Germany.
And no I'm not good either. We both have our dayly struggles I guess...
Do you have time to talk?'

'Sure thing Michael. We really should. So what's your problem?'

'Umm where do I start? Yesterday my legs hurt badly, so I asked Conrad, my doc, if I could have a pill, you know. And he surely handed me one, but told me to watch how many I'd take.
Everything was fine until I had been rehearing and the pain got much stronger.
So I went and asked for another one, cause I couldn't sleep. But he refused to give me one.
I guess he thought I could get addicted if I take them too often...'

'Which is true, don't take so many.', Mary interrupted.

'I won't, promise. Anyways, as I actually couldn't fall asleep, I... Well I got me some sleepers from Conrads room.'

'You stole them. Damn Michael!'

'Yeah, I guess I did... And I'm sorry. He surely knows it now.
The problem was that I didn't know how many to take, so I just took a few. And let me tell you, they worked really freaking good. It took me like a minute to fall asleep.
Too bad I took too many.
The result was a Michael with the hell of a headache this morning being worried about his wife drinking too much. That's how Corad found me and that's what leads us to your problem.
Why did you drink?'

'Michael, I'll beat you! How dare you dtealing pills and almost killing yourself with me being hundrets of miles away from you! I actually really wanna beat you!'

'Well just beat it then.'

'Shut up!',
she said laughing,
'But let's talk about me. I drank the vodka cause... I miss you Mike. I do. And don't tell me that well see us in two years and that it's fine and whatever cause then it'll be too late for you to witness it.
Michael, I didn't know how to tell you, do I didn't at all. And I know I should've.
But since we're here on the phone talking about whatever is important to us at the moment, here you go:
I'm pregnant. We'll get our third child. And you'll be somewhere in the world.'

'Wait. What?! You're pregnant and drinking?
Now I will beat you! How dare you? I'll roast you when I get home!
No really, why?'

'You didn't get my point, did you?
I'm pregnant! Means we're expecting a f*cking child! Means that I want you here!'

'Don't use this kind of language with me! And Mary, yes I got it, you're pregnant.
What exactly do you suppose us to do?
You want me to stop touring?
I'm a little helpless over here.'

'That's what I was gonna ask you. Can you stop the tour? Is that even possible?'

'It surely is, but you'll underdtand if I say that I really wouldn't like to. I mean, so many people bought tickets and they're looking forward to the concerts and whatever. But if that's the only solution, I'll do it. So, it's up to you.'

'Michael, I'd love to have you around when it happens. But this doesn't sound like you wanna be. Or at least I think you would never forgive yourself for making the fans sad.'

'Alright... Let's just say, whenever you need me, call me. I can cancel a concert when it happens. Would that be alright?'

'I guess so. And thanks for understanding. I love you.'

'I love you more', he simply answered.