Chapter 27
Michaels POV
I was so very happy that Aimeé was enjoying our night.
She really deserves it.
Shes my diamond in the ruff and I don't ever want her to lose her shine.
I needed something to dust her off, and this was exactly it.
We needed a break and some fun just for us.
I couldn't stop staring at her throughout the movie.
I did the same thing when we were in highschool.
I would always watch her in class, I tried to focus, but not when she was looking beautiful to the upper right of me.
Then one day she caught me staring.
I was so embarrassed.
Then that day I had a note in my locker.
"Call me. :):*
I almost shit myself when I found that note.
And looks at us now.
I giggled at the thought.
We are just the perfect family.
I still can't believe Diana was our waitress.
Aimee doesn't know Diana.
And hopefully she never ever will.
I still think back on that from time to time.
And I absolutely hate myself for it.
So much.
Aimee shouldn't even be mine, she's too perfect and amazing for me.
I looked up at her beautiful face as she was watching the movie.
I admired her until she looked at me.
She smiled as she chewed on her popcorn.
"What?" She asked.
I smiled and cupped her face in my hand.
She nuzzled her cheek against it.
Then she out her hand on top.
"Your so beautiful...." I said looking into her beautiful, brown, eyes.
She blushed and I instantly felt hotness come from her cheek.
I smiled and gently have her a kiss.
She scooted closer to me and put a hand on my neck.
She pulled me down to her and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I giggled softly as I gave her another kiss, then wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Michael, I love you so much."
"I love you so much more...." I said kissing her again.
She giggled and smiled as we kissed.
I smiled to as I gently stood up with her in my arms, and carried her in side the house and upstairs.
-----------The Next Morning-----------
I woke up the next morning, with Aimee sleeping peacefully in my arms.
She looks like an angel when she sleeps, my angel.
I smiled and gently ran my fingers through her smooth, soft, silk like, hair.
She shifted a bit then she rolled over so her back was against my chest.
I smiled again and kept my arms wrapped around her.
I looked at the clock.
It was already 9:30am.
That night went by way to fast.
But now, I can get up and make a beautiful breakfast for my baby.
The kids should come home around 1:00pm.
So that gives us four hours to ourselves.
I smiled and Gently got out of the bed, behind very careful not to wake up Aimee.
I put on my pajama shirt then quietly walked downstairs, closing the door behind me.
I walked downstairs and started The stove.
I started cooking some eggs and some bacon.
I also cooked some toast.
As I flipped the eggs and started to think about what life might be like with another baby.
I thought about how nice it's going I feel to hold a baby in my arms.
To sing to them.
To feed them a bottle.
To feel their soft baby skin.
Oh gosh I can't wait for that.
Then I started to worry.
What if Aimee was right?
What if having a baby right now wasn't the right thing to do.
What if we didn't have enough money?
We don't need a crib.
We kept the twins cribs.
We will need clothes, and diapers, and blankets, and socks, and jackets and hats.
We saved some of the twins stuff but not much.
We won't need a carriage.
Or a carrier.
But we will need some stuff.
And I'm about to loose my job.
"Ugh..."
I really would like to have another baby but is it the right thing to do??
I sighed and flipped another egg.
Only one more to flip.
I looked at the clock.
It was 10:00 already.
I looked at the stairs.
Aimee would be waking up soon.
I pushed the bacon around in the pan, when the door bell rang.
I groaned.
Mother wasn't supposed to bring the kids until 5:00!
Not that I don't love them I just wanted some time to ourselves!
I picked up the pan and flipped the egg, walking over to the door.
When I opened it I was silent for a second.
Then I dropped the pan making a loud crashing noise.
There stood Diana.
"Hello Michael."
She smirked.
"What do you want?!" I asked picking up the pan.
She smirked again then looked behind her.
She moved out of the way and there stood a little boy who looked...exactly...like...........me.
