Musically Problematic

Chapter 43: Happy Wife Happy Life

He walks away from me and I don't bother to follow him, I collapse on my bed defeated.

Sophie's POV:

Needless to say Mike didn't want to sleep with me anymore. He stayed on the couch overnight and left pretty early. I feel bad but I just told him the truth about how I felt at the time. I am sort of glad I didn't end up having the baby, my life would be so much more difficult if I did. I've got a good job, and get plenty of free time and spending money now...that would be completely different if I'd had the baby. I would love to be a mother, but when I'm a bit older, when I'm in a stable relationship. 17 was way too young, I was no where near ready back then.

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A Month Later
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I haven't heard from Mike since he was here a month ago, I got a promotion which means I get to work from home a lot more and I get to draw in my own time with my own equipment. I love this even more, I just wish I could show off my hard work to someone...like Michael. I don't even know what to think; Am I still his girlfriend? Is he ever coming back? Will he ever forgive me?
I'm awoken from my thoughts by the door bell ringing, I check the window and see Michael. I straighten my clothes up a bit and fix my hair quickly before opening the door. He doesn't meet my gaze, he stares at his feet.

"Michael?"

"Sophie...baby. I'm sorry. I was too hard on you. You were the one that had the baby growing inside of you. It was your choice and you couldn't have contacted me even if you had of wanted to, I understand why you got rid of the baby."

"Come in, Mikey. I understand why you were so upset about it, but I was nowhere near ready to be a single mother at 17. And as you said I couldn't contact you even if I wanted to, so I couldn't tell you about the baby. So I really do hope you understand all that and can forgive me for my choice."

He comes in awkwardly and steps carefully around my art supplies. I sit down on the floor and continue sketching a character that has an unmistakable resemblance to Michael. He sits down next to me and watches the character evolve a tiny bit with each stroke of my pencil. He smiles at me.

"Looks like I'm not the only one that missed us being together."

"Yeah, I don't think I can give this in as part of the new script. Too many people will recognise you."

"As long as people don't start to recognise you and hate on you. You don't deserve that and I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe."

"Thanks Mike, but I don't need protecting. I'm just worried I'll offend your fans. I don't want to upset them."

"It'll be fine baby."

He puts his arm around me and pulls me close to his chest. He presses a soft lingering kiss to my forehead and then a passionate one on my lips. I climb onto his lap and straddle him, deepening the kiss. His hands move to my hips and he makes me move; he lets out a moan into my mouth.

"Let's take this to my room..."

"Really?! You're sure about this?"

"Very..."

I get up and grab his hands helping him up, he stares at me for a moment not making a move until he opens his mouth to speak.

"Wait."

"What now, Michael? We are never going to get to do this at this rate."

"That's ok, neither of us are really ready for this. We are only doing this because we're upset and missed each other, I want to wait until we are really ready. Let's go out somewhere, I wanna take you out."

Still holding hands he pulls me towards the door. I reach for my wallet but he stops me.

"I'm paying today, I want to make up for lost time."

***

We walk down the Main Street going into random shops. He leads me into a jewellers shop. He makes a point of looking at the rings.

"One day I'm going to propose...hopefully. What types of rings do you like?"

"Michael. I...I want to be surprised. I don't want to pick it out and have you come back and buy the exact one later when you're alone. If we're going to get engaged, it's going to be with a ring that you pick out because you believe that it'll suits me and that I'll like it."

"Fine. I just wanted your opinion to make sure I don't disappoint you. There's been enough disappointment in this relationship already."

Knowing exactly what he's talking about, I walk out of the shop abruptly and lean on the wall outside the door. Michael follows me out and grabs my hands.

"Let's not make a scene on the Main Street of Sydney, eh?"

"You started it by opening your stupid mouth."

"We obviously need to talk about this...avoiding it for a month did nothing for either of us."

We both walk back to his car and drive back to my apartment silently, neither of us wanting to set the other off. Once we are in the privacy of my apartment he looks at me arms folded.

"We need to talk about stuff, I talked to Luke and he said happy wife happy life. But I can't live like that. Point is I understand why you chose to abort our baby, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it. I need you to know that I didn't spend the last month cutting over this. I called Luke and he made me feel like it was all my fault, but I knew in my heart it wasn't. I'm getting over my depression and anxiety...no thanks to you really. I want us to get past this, and live long happy lives together but we can't do that by ignoring the problem. I tried Luke's method that he used to use on Penny but that didn't work, I still offended you. But I had to, to make my point and opinion heard."

Michael had never been one to speak out like this, he always kept everything to himself. I'm glad he now feels like he can voice his opinion to me. He sits down on my couch, he looks happy with himself...and he should be...he's finally gaining the courage he's never had. It probably comes with the fame though.