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♡ He Calms Your Anxiety/Panic Attack

You were overwhelmed.

No, overwhelmed wasn't even the word.

You were WAY more than that at this point.

You were so stressed out with your job, taking care of your children, missing Michael on a day to day basis, balancing checks - which you felt guilty of complaining about, considering Michael takes care of most of the finances, but even still. And suddenly, with all the stress and agony, you just drop to the floor in despair and start to cry. Then, something very strange and unusual happened - your heart started racing, you began trembling and shaking, sweating, and worst of all, you had the feeling of being unable to catch your breath.

It's as if you were hungry for air - gasping and taking deep breaths every five seconds. You clutch your chest as it starts to hurt, and pull your hair back in pain. No one's in the living room besides you...and you need Michael to be home so badly.

It seems like forever you've been on the cold floor, when suddenly the front door opens, and you're greeted by Michael's sweet voice. "Y/N?" he calls out, "Y/N, are you in here?"

He stops when he sees you crouched down on the floor and quickly bends down to you. "Y/N, oh my God, sweetheart what's wrong?" he asks, rubbing your back.

"I just...i-" you stop and feel your racing heart, gasp again, and stumble over your words.

"Honey, breathe, it's OK," Michael tries to encourage you. "Calm down sweetie, please. Here, breathe when i breathe, slowly."

He takes a deep, slow, breath in through the nose and out through the mouth.

"Ahh," he gently says as he exhales.

"Breathe in slowly baby, in through the nose and out through the mouth," he says.

You try again, doing it with him, which makes you feel a little better with each breath in and out.

"Shh, shh, shh..." he whispers, holding you close. "There, there, it's alright babygirl..."

He wipes your tears and kisses your forehead. "What in the world made you feel like this, sweetheart?"

You sob a little bit again, but then he hushes you up by whispering, "shh," again

"Oh, darling - my beautiful, sweet precious angel cupcake darling, would you tell me what's bothering that beautiful brain of yours?"

You sniffle as he helps you up and sets you on the couch, continuing to rub your back. You don't know what to say; there's just too much unnecessary tasks to be completed in life and you can't handle it anymore. But you have a hard time getting the words out.

"Baby, you're shaking," he says, placing one of your hands in both of his.

Which was true - you also couldn't walk.

"I-I-I," you stutter again.

"Here , let's go to the bedroom." He gently helps you up, but you helplessly fall back down again as you feel your head spin, about to pass out.

"Oh God," he says, "how about i pick you up instead?" he doesn't wait for your answer as he immediately picks you up, bridal style and heads for the bedroom. He opens the bedroom door and sets you down on the nice, comfy mattress that your body sank into. He lays down next to you, and you bury your head on his chest. You try getting back into your normal breathing rhythm again, telling yourself that it's OK - as well as listening to Michael's words of comfort.

"Baby, you'll be alright - i promise." He starts to hum a little tune; you can feel the vibration of his voice as your forehead touches his adam's apple gently.

He kisses your forehead and says, "Now, my beautiful babygirl, i need you to tell me what's wrong...i'm not gonna sit here and watch you suffer, darling. Is there anything i can do to make you feel better? Anything, just say the words, muffin."

You smile a little and gently sigh and relax your shoulders a bit, feeling yourself calm down. You play with little strands of his curly hair which tend to calm you down, and you explain...

"It's just that...i don't know anymore. I've gotten so wrapped up in my job and taking care of everybody that i just lost it - i lost control over everything. Sometimes, Michael, it's tiring coming home and you not being there, i just feel empty inside."

"Sweetheart," he lifts your chin up, "i don't want your intelligent, magnificent mind to worry about anything. Let me tell you something...You don't need to work so hard, you're doing a fantastic - even better than that - job already. The kids appreciate what you're doing, Prince is learning to anyway, and as for the money," he kisses you again, "leave that to me. And about not seeing me so often...i see how that's affected you, darling. Although we both have lives to lead, i promise to compromise with you. I'm so sorry you felt like this, I love you so much."

You let his words sink in and your body start to relax some more. You smile effortlessly and blush a little. "I love you too, Michael. And it's not your fault. I guess i'm just trying to be there more, because sometimes i feel like it's not enough."

He shakes his head. "What? I can't believe what i'm hearing, you sweetheart - YOU, are so much more," he kisses your neck, "than enough."
♔

What did you think of this one? I suffer from anxiety a lot, and it'll sure be much better to have Michael in my life during this :(

Thanks for reading! ^_^

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