Chapter 11
Aimee's POV
It was 11:30 at night and Michael was still not home!
He went out around 8:30 to get some Pizza for us to eat and he's still not home.
How long does it take to get pizza!?!?!?
Chris went to bed about 30 minutes ago and I'm sitting here on the couch digging into this ice cream.
I can't believe he's not here!
Ugh!
God!
Where the hell is he?!
Suddenly Michael walked in the door.
He out the pizza down and looked at me!
Igot up and ran to him, hugging him tightly!
"God Michael I'm so glad your home! Where were you?!"
He looked down..
" Um the line was really long, and I went to see my mom for a bit!" He said nervously.
"Oh! What did your mom say?!"
"She just said she was happy about the baby, and she wants to see you too!"
I smiled.
"Yay! I would love to see her!"
He smiled and brought the pizza in the kitchen.
I followed him and he kept avoiding eye contact.
I followed him suspiciously.
"Michael? Is something wrong?"
He looked Away.
"No, nothing is wrong honey!
I'm just tired! I'm gonna to bed.
He walked upstairs without kissing me.
I watched him go upstairs then looked at the pizza.
I sighed. Its probably nothing....
I opened the pizza box grabbed a piece of pizza and closed the box again.
I looked on the side of the box and saw Michaels finger print, which was weird.
I looked at it closer.
Is that Michael's finger print... Printed with lipstick?
