His Choice

Chapter Five

Here you go guys. This is a long one!!!

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Michael’s POV

Replaying what happened over diner in my mind; I couldn't tell her what my mother said. Was I supposed to say, "Oh hey baby, by the way my Mom hates you?” Of course not. Looking at her sleep, I could still feel the tension through her body. Few hours ago she was tossing around. This wasn't what she imagined and I'm afraid that it wouldn't end here. About an hour later, I fell asleep as well.

It felt like I had just slept for an hour or two when my phone buzzed. Grabbing it sleepily, I didn't look at the caller before I said, "What?"

"Watch your tone young man."

Immediately, I rose up rubbing my eyes with my right hand. "Mom?"

 "Good morning son."

 What the heck? "Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

 "Uhmm yea," I said as I looked over at Gen sleeping.

 "Good, now meet me in an hour at La Madeline."

I looked at the clock: 6am. What does she want now? "Yes ma'am," I said and hung up. I placed my head on the head board and closed my eyes.

 "Who was that?" Gen asked sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes to her beautiful face.

"Morning baby," I greeted her with a peck. A slight smile came on her face as she wrapped my arms around her waist. I looked at my beautiful wife and thought whether her life would've been easier without me in it.

She saw the distress in my face when she looked into my eyes. "Is everything ok?" She asked.

"Yea," I said as I picked her up to take her to the bathroom.

Once in, I put her down and took her night gown off. I could never get enough of her. Just looking at her turned me on. She was perfection indeed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tip toed to kiss me as we stood in the middle of the bathroom naked. I deepened the kiss just to hold her a little while longer. "I love you baby," I said against her lips. "I love you too," she replied.

Half an hour later, I got ready to leave. Each time she asked where I was going, I tried changing the topic. She came in the closet with her hands on her hips in her boy shorts.

 "Michael, I know what you're doing so tell me now where you're going."

I loved the way she tried to sound firm. She walked to me and started buttoning my shirt. I looked at how strong yet fragile she looked. Many women have left me or I have left them due to my mother, but this one I could not afford to lose. "You can tell me," she begged after buttoning the last button.

 "I'm having breakfast with Mom."

"What and you didn't tell me?” She said, actually yelled, pulling down her shorts.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm joining you."

"No you're not."

 "And why not?" She asked while fixing her earrings.

 "Baby, please just...."

"No, I want to apologize for what happened last night."

 "I'll do it for you."

 "Nice try," she said turning around for me to fix her necklace. That was how we ended up walking into La Madeline together.