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Chapter 18 - Truce

5th of January, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 42

Angela: The clock read 7 AM when I woke up for the morning routine of throwing up.

"Angela," Michael said sleepily. "Do you need help?"

"Not from you." I snapped, clutching the toilet harder.

He sighed and I heard the bed creak, then my hair was up.

He rubbed my back gently while cooing softly in my ear.

"Just another month of this and you'll be fine." Michael's fingers gently stroked the back of my neck.

When I finished hurling, he helped me on my feet and took me to the sink.

He looked at me with those brown eyes of his like he wanted to apologize.

"Angie, I'm so sorry for how I behaved, I didn't mean it. I was tired and I had no tolerance for anything-"

I cut him off, "Why are you apologizing?"

"What?"

"I know you're not really sorry, so why don't you save yourself the trouble of apologizing if you don't really mean it?"

I stuck the toothbrush in my mouth and avoided his eyes as they looked at me through the mirror.

"Are you hungry?" Michael asked.

"I just threw up, you really think I'd be hungry?" I rolled my eyes.

"Again with this attitude?" he smirked. "Come on, baby, you know I don't like you when you're like this."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck lightly.

I spit the toothpaste in my mouth and rinsed everything away before turning to him.

"I missed you, Angie." he bit his lip and gave me a small peck.

I kissed him in return, "I missed you, too... But it really hurt that you didn't believe me, Mike... I'm your wife, you should support me and defend me, not Debbie."

"I know, and I'm really sorry about that..." he pouted.

He was just too adorable to resist, and I just had to kiss him again.

"Can you show me how much you missed me?" I questioned.

Without saying another word, he picked me up bridal style, and carried me to the bed.

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I giggled as Michael went down my naked body with his lips, until he reached my stomach.

"Daddy loves you." he whispered, placing a very long kiss on my skin, just below my belly button.

I played with his hair, "You really need to trim it. It's getting too long."

"I know, I've just been lazy."

I kissed him, "So where were you last night? You came to bed a little late..."

"I, uh," he took his eyes off me and returned to stare at my stomach. "I just did some thinking in my office, that's all."

I looked at the clock, and it said it was already 7:45 AM.

"We should get the kids ready for school." I said.

"No, I'll go help Grace and your mom get the kids ready for school while Debbie brings you some breakfast." Michael ordered and rolled off of me.

"I want you to bring me breakfast, the last time she gave me food, I was throwing it all up. I'm telling you, she did that to me."