Chapter 9
Aimee's POV
That night Michael and I laid in bed just cuddling.
My back was to his chest and his arms were wrapped around my torso, so his hands were on my stomach.
My hands were on top of his, holding my stomach too.
I liked laying like this.
I felt that me and my baby were safe.
Michael was singing softly in my ear. I loved it when Michael sang to me. It made me so happy.
His voice was like an angel.
So soft, sweet and perfect.
I turned around so I was facing Michael.
He looked at me, stopped singing, and smiled.
"Michael..."
"Yes..."
"I'm so happy I have you. You like an angel that came into my life..."
He chuckled.
"An angel? Yeah right!"
I scoffed and looked into his eyes.
"Your my angel Michael. Your everything I've always wanted in a guy. Sweet, kind, caring, loving, handsome, sexy." I said running my hands down his chest.
He smiled.
"Thanks baby.. But I'm nothing compared to you..."
I kissed his chest.
"Thanks honey..."
Suddenly thunder crashed and shook the house.
I screamed and hid my face in Michael's chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
"Shhhh... It's alright baby. It's just thunder..."
I cuddled closer into his chest.
Rain washed the windows as the lighting lit up the night sky.
I looked up at him and his eyes were closed.
"Michael?"
His eyes opened and he looked down at me.
"Yeah?"
"I'm just making sure your still awake..."
He giggled and closed his eyes again.
I kissed his chest and led a trail of kisses until I reached his lips.
He laughed and pulled back.
"What was that?!"
"I was kissing you..."
We both smiled.
"You should do that more often...."
I giggled and kissed his smooth, soft, sexy lips again....
