A Million Ways To Love You™(Never Let Go)♥ Book 3✔️

♥Chapter 20 ♥

*Marilyn's Point Of View *

I haven't to Yuli in a coupe of day's now and that's not like her. I walk out of the bathroom and into the room. I've been having quite a lot of problems lately. For instance this pregnancy thing I don't find out till tomorrow which is my appointment. The problem with Michael is getting better He has been seeking help. Thing's have calmed down but things aren't peaches and cream..I grab my phone from the dresser seeing if I have any new messages from Yuli. None. I sigh tossing my phone on the bed. I check on her later, It's boring being a housewife. With Michael still working even though he has a few weeks off.  I find a job to get away from being a housewife,  but now I'm back at it again. I walk downstairs cleaning things here and there putting them in order. I finally reach the kitchen and grabbed the left over salad from last night out of the fridge. I compliment it with Italian dressing And walked into the living room. I find a quick movie while eating. I hear the front door open and close. a few minute's later Michael emerges looking tired and worn out. Here plops beside me. I look are him As He puts my leg's in his lap. "Can I have some mama?", I look at my halfway empty bowl then back are him. Not Michael good get your own,  He looks at me a little hurt. "So I'm still Michael? ", It's on your birth certificate,  He shakes his head and gently moves my leg's off his lap as he stood up walking out. I don't think I'm wrong for being a little cold. Michael has gotten into the habit where he messes up and thinks people can just  forget about it.  He thinks he can be forgiven in the snap of a finger. I just can't keep fighting with him like this. I just hope therapy does well For him.  He comes back a few minute's later with a bowl of salad and two glasses Of orange juice. He sets my glass beside my now empty bowl then once again plops beside me. "you're welcome ", He said a little agitatedly. I look at him. Thank-you Michael....so much, I said returning his tone.  He starts eating his salad. We just sit in silence watching the movie. till he decides to speak. "babygirl, can we please just fix this? I mean now.... squash it or what ever ", Michael there's nothing to squash unless you plan on pushing me into the fridge again, He looks down. "I didn't mean to babygirl I'm sorry about that I'm working on my faults I really am ", Good for you... I'm happy for you,  He puts his bowl on the coffee table and scoots closer to me. Michael move it's hot, I said pushing him a little with my feet.  He doesn't budge. Move your ass and stop being a anus, I said still pushing. here grabs my leg's holding them down in his lap. "stop kicking me And maybe I'll move ", I groan. ugh Michael I'm not kidding move it's hot, "woman it's 32 degrees outside in northern  California.... it's cold", Michael I will punch you now move!, He chuckles. "Why so violent? ", I glare at him. You're the one to ask?, He slowly let's go standing up again. "Why can't you leave stuff stuff in the past? say you forgive me but all you do is make me feel guilty ", because you are Michael! What fucking husband call's His wife a whore?!,  "I never called you that ", You implied it and you almost did, "wow... really?!, Marilyn I just wished you would just stop with this cold shit.... It's useless, all it's doing is making us angrier especially you prolonging anger ", Michael I'm not about to argue with you ok?,  "Fine then don't! ", I stand up walking to him. I can't stand you sometimes, I said pushing his head a little. here grabs my hand instantly pulling me into him. "Don't walk away we can talk,  please? ", Michael let me go, "No I never want to let go of you ", I sigh struggling to get out of his grip. I finally give up.  "look at me ", He said slowly tilting my head up. "just look at me ", I slowly look at him. "say I'm a terrible husband,slap me, kick me, do what! ever you want Just don't say you hate me, babygirl I want to hear that you love me... tell me you still do ", He gives me that intense stare he use to give me in high-school. "Tell me", He whispered leaning to kiss me.  I remain silent only gasping when his lips touched mines. I missed those lips. "Tell me", he repeated kissing me again. I return his soft kisses. I Love You Michael y-, He picks me up bridal style before I could finish. He slowly walks upstairs while looking at me. when we get in our room he lays me on the bed climbing over me. I look at him. watching his chest move rapidly up and down through his green flannel shirt. Michael?, I said as he started to kiss My neck. "hmm?" He said against my skin. I close my eye's a bit. Michael I can't, here stops looking at me. "can't what babygirl? ", He continues kissing around my neck biting softly. Mmm this not no- ooh now, I stuttered feeling his large slender hand's roam under my shirt. He pauses looking at me. "why? ", I close my eye's as he caresses My outer lines of my stomach. He kisses Me softly on the lips then I feel his weight shift from above me to next to me. I look are him. Because Michael thing's can't be fixed with a kiss, He sighs.loo "Don't push away from me ", I'm not, "You are, Why is it hard to forgive me?", I don't respond right away. "why? ", because my mother forgave my father quickly and that got them no where,  He stares through Me.  reading me. "Stop letting your past affect you, us, Just please stop you're nothing like your mother besides looks, Just... stop comparing us with them ", Michael I don't want to end up a widow...I don't want to end up hurt, He sighs taking my hand and tangling it with his. "thing's aren't going to be perfect, one of us is going to get hurt sometimes but if we choose to fight that should tell you something....We are worth fighting for", I continue looking at him. "We are worth fighting for, because the wall's may tumble... ", I smile.  The since may refuse to shine, "But our love is for all time ", I kiss him. Can I hold you Michael?, He looks confused but nods. He scoots closer laying his head On my stomach while holding it. I rub his hair. He looks up at me. "Still Michael? ", I nod. Taking it slow you will be ok . "No I-", Shh I'm tired,  He shakes his head laying it back on my stomach while I rub his hair dozing off....

To Be Continued....