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Chapter 8 - The Beginning

I know I posted this chapter two times already, but for some reason it didn't show for some people and I have no idea why... Ugh, so annoying.

Hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about all the notifications, if you got any.

~ShoamEmily

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1st of September, 2005
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Michael: I rubbed Angela's back as she threw up in the toilet.

"I'm so sorry about this..." I told her.

She shook her head, "It's just morning sickness, Michael. I'll survive."

She already had a bump showing, which was very odd to me. I wasn't used to seeing such a rounded bump at only 4 months.

I helped Angela stand up after she finished, and she walked over to the sink.

"I'm going out with my sister today, we have a little baby shopping spree to do. So you'll have to take care of the kids on your own." she said when she spit out the toothpaste in her mouth.

"I thought we were going on a baby shopping spree... They are my babies after all." I frowned.

"We won't buy anything too big. Only a few clothes, Rosa said she wants to get me a baby present... And don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to go just the two of us, but I need space to breathe sometimes, you know. I can't be here all day with you watching me like a hawk."

"I'm not." I scoffed.

She snickered, "Are you kidding me? Every room I go to, there's a staff member following me around. Even to the damn bathroom. And don't get me started on you, Mr. Jackson. You're glued to my ass when you're home. I need some space, so I'm going out with my sister."

She bumped into my shoulder as she passed me and went to her closet room.

"I'm not glued to your ass." I said while following her.

"Ugh," Angela groaned. "See? You're doing it now. Leave me alone to get dressed."

She peeled off her shirt, exposing her rounded bump. I stared at it, and admired it a bit.

"Get out, Michael. I'm serious." she snapped me out of my trance.

"Okay, I'm leaving... Jeez, don't be so hormonal..." I mumbled, but she definitely heard me, because she gave me a glare.

"You just lost your chance to go baby shopping with me. I'm buying everything with Rosa today."

Before I had the chance to speak, she pushed me out and locked both doors that led to her closet room.

I sighed, expecting the next five months to be worst.

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15th of March, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 42

Michael: Angela kissed me slowly, and made it last for what seemed like forever.

She only pulled away to breathe, making sure to hold me close.

Once we both had enough, which frankly, I don't think I'll ever have enough of her, we separated.

"I wouldn't say I love you, because that would take me some time to admit," Angela said. "But I definitely don't hate you, and now that I know how you feel... I can give us a chance. I need to move on from Jake, whether I want to or not, and I think that's why he picked you out of all the people he knew..."