Chapter 33
Aimee's POV
Michael and I sat on the couch watching TV.
Michael has his arm around my waist, his hand holding the side of my thigh, and his other hand rubbing my stomach.
Suddenly all 3 of the kids came running downstairs, giggling.
Michael and I watched as they ran in front of us.
Sammy was in the front wearing a little princess gown, Donny was behind her with a fake sword and a crown, and Harry was in the back with a bag, with a dragon drawn on it, over his head.
Harry roared as they all ran.
I smiled and Michael just sat there watching.
He roared again as they ran back upstairs.
I turned to Michael with a smiled on my face.
He just sat there looking at the TV, with a blank expression on his face.
I sighed and frowned.
He needs to smile.
His children....and Donny are happy.
I need to make him happy.
I ran my hand up his chest gently, he did nothing.
I put my hand on the back of his neck and started to run my fingers through his hair.
Nothing.
I kissed his cheek, then slowly made my way to his lips.
I gently kissed him, smiling when he kissed me back.
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That night, Donny slept in the kids room on the floor.
He loved them and they loved him.
They excepted him right away.
Michael didn't do much.
He laid in bed.
I could tell me was upset.
I hated it.
I got in bed and turned off the light.
After a minute or two, I crawled on top of him.
I sat on top and he held my waist.
"What?"
"Michael," I said laying down on him and touching his face.
"It's okay if Donny is your child. I will stand with you, fight with you and love you, no matter what."
He touched my face and kissed my passionately.
He pulled back my face in his hands.
"Thank you baby. I love you."
"I love you more."
That's my Michael.
------------6 Months Later-----------
Waiting.
Waiting.
That's all we did.
For another 6 months.
We waited.
And it wasn't the baby we weren't waiting for.
It was the tests.
We had been waiting for about 7 months for these tests.
Michael was very nervous each day because everyday when he woke up he thought that today was going to be the day.
But it wasn't.
That brought our hopes down every single day.
Donny came to visit and Play with the kids.
The kids loved him and honestly I did too.
He was a sweet little boy.
Some of him was like Michael.
But so what?
That doesn't mean that he's Michael's.
Michael had let go of some of the anger towards him and actually treated him nicely.
Even though we all hope that Donny isn't Michael's, I think he will still be visiting to play with the kids.
I'm six months now.
It's almost time for this little bundle of joy to pop out.
Hehe...
Michael is so excited about the baby.
When ever he gets the chance he's rubbing my belly, talking to it, singing to it...
Sometimes he tells it stories.
It's adorable.
I'm super excited, and so are the kids...
Even Donny is pretty excited.
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"Michael! Baby!" I yelled from the couch.
He ran into the room with a soapy dish in his hand, a towel in the other, an apron on, and bubbles in his hair.
I giggled.
He walked over to me.
"What is it beautiful? What do you need?"
"I was gonna ask you for some ice cream, but you seem pretty busy." I said giggling.
He ran back in the kitchen then came back with a huge bowl of ice cream and lots of whipped cream on the top.
I licked my lips and took the bowl from him.
I smiled and took a huge bite.
"How is it baby?"
"PERFECT!" I said with my mouth full.
He giggled and sat down beside me.
He gave me a kiss getting chocolate all over his lips.
I giggled and kissed him again.
"You seem really happy today baby... Why is that?" I said smiling.
"I just am." He said wrapping his arms around my waist, nuzzling his nose against mine.
"Not worrying about the tests?"
"Nope." I smiled.
"Well that's good."
Suddenly the phone rang.
"I'll get it!"
I stood up and waddled to the phone.
I picked it up and read the caller ID.
New York Central Care Center. A
