After cleaning my entire home, with the help of a very tired Michael, I collapse onto the couch. I realize that its 4:30, enough time to shower and get dressed before my family arrives. I begin to gather some things I brought from the other rooms and bring them to my room, tossing them on my bed that seems like I haven't slept on it forever. I've been sleeping at Michael's flat so often nowadays.
"Michael?" I call back to the sleepy man in my living room. "You should probably run home and change!" I say.
I hear him mumble from the other room and then he calls back, "I think I am fine with what I am wearing." I sigh, looking at him.
"Alright, well just relax then until I'm out of the shower and we can start dinner." He nods, and wearily walks out of the room. I guess helping me work today was just to exhausting for him.
After my shower I blow dry my hair straight and proceed to put some mascara, to bring the life back to my face. I get dressed in an over sized cardigan and some blue jeans, and slip on a pair of flats.
When I walk out to check on Michael, he's on my phone.
"Are you wearing that?" I say, tiding up a few more things in the living room. He nods his head and locks my phone, standing up.
"Quit stressing," He says calmly, hugging me.
"I am not." I sigh, and I realize that he's right, I am.
"Yes you are." He pulls away and kisses my nose. "Can we just order pizza for dinner? I mean, I don't think the food really matters tonight."
"I know, that doesn't stop me from being worried." I say, and he just smiles.
"Pizza it is."
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"Marley!" My mothers hugs are comforting, they ease a small part of my anxious stomach as her, my father, and my younger sister walk through the door.
"Hi mom." I smile, and as she pulls away, I notice Soph eyeballing me from behind her.
"You really cleaned this place up, are you nervous or something?" She scolds, as my parents enter the kitchen where Michael greets them and introduces himself. I can tell by my dads tone that he likes him.
"I need to talk to you," I tell Sophie quietly, and she nods and we go up across the room into my bedroom. Sophie and I always had that special bond, she always knew when something was up. . .
"Whats wrong?" She sighs, as I close the door and she takes a seat on my bed. I should just get it over with now.
"Sophie, you can't tell mom or dad. I need to be the one to say something about it." I say, trying to be as calm as possible. This was more nerve racking than I originally thought it would be...
"What? Whats going on?" She says, looking more concerned than before.
"I'm pregnant," I say quietly, closing my eyes.
"what?" She whispers, in shock. "Marley you've been out of the house for like... a year! How did you manage to go and get yourself pregnant!" Sophie still whispers, she's not angry, or sad, she just seems confused.
"I don't know, it just happened." I say, and I feel like crying, but I don't.
"Have you gone to doctors yet?" she asks softly, patting my back.
"No, I just found out a few days ago.."
"You have to tell mom and dad!" She says, loud enough that they could have heard her, I quickly shush her and nod my head a few times.
"That's why you are here." I say, and she calms down.
We exit the room to find my parents discussing how Michael and I met and how michael was going away soon, to america for tour.
"I bet you are going to miss him," Sophie says, and I nod. I think I really need to tell my parents.
"Mom, dad?" I say, all the sudden my nerves hit me hard. "I need to tell you something."
Michael's eyes widen. He is choking as well.
"Yes, sweetheart?" My mothers voice is soothing, but she won't be so supportive in a moments notice, this will only last a hot second. I take a deep breath, and look down at my feet.
"Michael and I, are pregnant."
