N I G H T M A R E S: Sequel// M.G.C.//(DISCONTINUED)

- Chapter Eight - Missing

Avoiding someone when they probably need you most is a hard thing to do. Especially if it's your murderous vampire husband. I know, it's absolutely batty, but hey, it's cool. Totally. It's my life anyways.

Anyways, after our, heated conversation so to speak, I froze and while Michael calmed himself down, I took the time to process what he had told me. Once I felt fine, I said a rather subdued goodnight to him and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up to him sitting on the edge of the bed, and from his body language, I could tell he had been waiting for me to wake up.

"I got you something." he said before handing me a bouquet of exquisite flowers, which I thanked him for and put them a vase.

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"Mama," Addilyn murmurs whilst crawling in my lap. "Why were you and Daddy fighting?"

She heard us? Oh, gosh. This can't be good. She's only three, for crying out loud.

"Um, no, sweetie." I say, forcing myself to smile.

"B-But I-I heard you. I heard crashing too. You guys s-sounded r-really angry." she stammers.

Now feeling extremely guilty, I stroke her hair soothingly. "Me and Daddy just got a little mad, okay? Sometimes patents get carried away when they're angry at each other."

"Okay." she says sweetly.

"Hey, why don't you get out your toys and we'll play together." I suggest.

"Can Dada join?" she says, her big green eyes lighting up.

Though we fought, and have been low-key avoiding each other for the pass few days, the thought of the three of us together, as a family, brings warmth to my heart. It's something we haven't done in a while. I miss it.

"Sure," I smile before setting her down. "Go wake him up."

"Okay!" she chirps, happily skipping to mine and Michael's bedroom.

Promptly, she comes back out with Michael in tow.

"So, what are we playing?" he asks as we all sit on the floor surrounded by various toys.

"I don't know. . . there's so much to choose from!" she squeals, laying back in defeat. She's so damn adorable.

"I like this little guy," Michael grins, examining the plush giraffe. "What's his name?"

"Um. I don't know." she tells him while fiddling with her fingers.

"Great name."

"You're silly!" Addilyn giggles.

"No I'm not!" he gasps, pretending to be hurt.

"Yes you are! You're the most si--" Her sentence is cut short when the front door comes flying open.

"Who the-- Luke! Why are you here?"

Steadily, he moves in closer to us, his body language saying it all: something is wrong. Isn't that always the case?

"Um-um-- I need your help." he stumbles.

He's joking right? He lived on our frickin' couch for like, two weeks, and said the most absurd things ever and dragged us to some meth house for nothing! And now he's just gonna waltz in here and casually ask for our help? Who does he-- nevermind. . . nevermind. He's Luke. What else do I expect from him.

"I know I've been, well, difficult."

"More than that." Michael scoffs.

"But I seriously need your help. Both of you." he pleads.