A Love With No Ending

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| Charlotte POV |

I sat impatiently in the emergency room waiting for the Michael to release me until my thoughts suddenly abruptly stop by the estranged doctor who stood over me.

He was a tall and slender Caucasian looking man dressed down in his navy blue uniform and a white long sleeve jacket that had abbreviation over the top left corner with pends hanging down low.

I continued to look throughout the room before meeting his eyes and locking it with mine. He then parted his cracked lips " Good morning Mrs Jackson, how are you feeling?" He asked.

My first reaction was " Get me the fuck out and where's Michael!" In which I was actually worried about. It felt like weeks and weeks that I haven't seen my husband all because of that evil little devil named Bianca.

I cringed and shifted my body by the thought of her, somehow I just wish she was dead and I wish me and Michael have never met her but it was only a matter of time.

"Mrs Jackson ?" Said the doctor

" Yes, I am doing great !" I smiled looking at him then to his notes.

" Good, now I got some good news for you !" He insisted while checking the monitor that was next to me.

"What's the news doctor ?" I nervously played with my finger.

" For starts, well you're tested for HIV and you are clear and secondly

" Wait, why was I tested for ?" I questioned being puzzled

" Well normally we run all blood work just in case if something weren't aware of comes back to us. Don't worry we do this procedures to everyone " he stated.

I nod and continued to listen " secondly, we've found out that you're 4 weeks pregnant " he smiled resting his hand on my shoulder firmly.

" I'm what ?" I was livid, after all these years and all these miscarriages I was now pregnant.

" Congratulations!" The Doctor then walked right out leaving me dumbfounded. Part of me wanted to be happy and then another part of me wasn't. Not that I didn't want to have this baby but I didn't want all this stress to let this sixth pregnancy kill my baby.

Tears streamed down from my eyes as I laid there alone rubbing my unborn child. Four weeks and yet I was trapped in a closet for days without eating or drinking. Just the thought have me dreading of that evil bitch. I wanted to kill her believe me.

• Michaels POV •

I stood recklessly in between the old raggedly barriers in my prison cell. Surely these fools don't understand but here I am when my queen been laid up in the emergency room.

What have I done to cause this yet my finger print wipe me off and send me here. I tried convincing the cops it wasn't me that locked up my wife into the closet but with strained of her hair and blood of Bianca won't set me free.

I sighed heavily backing away from the grill and sat on the cold bench. It sure stunk in this bitch as I searched and listened around my surroundings.

My body began to shake about the thought me being trapped in here, the more I stare at the disgusting cell the more my mind spin like a Farris wheel.

" Ye yo black kid !" I heard someone hissed.

"I have a name and what ?" I retaliate back

" Whatever, lets go we don't have the whole day!" Another officer opened the bars for me to exit out.

" I'm being bailed out?" I asked walking out happily

" Yea some old folks crying over your ass so let's go" he replied.

I watched him closely knowing he was speaking of my grandparents. It sucks that he had to do this but he wanted to be a prison officer so his ugly brown ass should of thought about this before applying the job.

I made my way through the upper part of the building glimpsing the exit, I purposely pushed the officer to the side seeing my mother crying.

" I'm .. here... I'm here !" My voice cracks hugging and holding her tightly. My lips then traveled to her wrinkled cheeks wiping my tears away with it.

" Hey you.. next time your ass do that in here just remember it won't be cute" said the officer as Joe looked him right in the eye

" What you looking at?" He teased joe but little did he know that joe ain't scared of no Puerto Rican cute little guy.

I got terrified when he said the next time I be in here won't be cute knowing exactly what he meant. Being bailed out doesn't mean you're free rightful it just meant that this moment in time I am obligated to leave until the court appeals for my case.

" Come on son, let's get your wife and go home" Joe patted my back as we all walked right out of the law enforcement office.

3 Hours Later
Still Michael POV

I was back at my normal life with my wife which she is healthy including our parents.

My legs swung back and forth as watched Opera with Charlotte under my arms at my parents house. Since our house was under investigation, Charlotte and I will be staying here for awhile even though Joe and I aren't always on good terms but right now it was everything.

" Michael?"

" Yes baby?" I pinned her down into my chest

" Can I ask you something?" She said

" Sure baby !" I rest one hand on my cheek looking down on her.

" What do you think of children ?"

" What do I think ? Well I think they're a blessing to us human beings. Little angel that's sent to us. Why you asked ?" I raised an eyebrow at her

" If I tell you something would you be happy?" Charlotte then moved a bit to position herself upright underneath me

" Come on tell me " I begged.

" Well today I found out that I was ummm.... that I'm pregnant !" She smiled playing with my chest

" You ... what ?!" My chest starts to fluctuate more

" We having a baby , Michael !" She softened her voice some more before pecking my lips.

I slowly peck her lips ensuring her everything will be ok, just for now at least. It's only a matter of time and then I'll be facing man slaughter and how to tell my parents ? Or even her.

" Baby, I have a confession !" I dragged my words slowly

" Sure tell me!" She smiled happily.

I watched her in that moment, after all these years of separation and endless fight here I am holding my wife in my arms and funny thing I left everything back in L. A. My dogs Ike and Jack which I need to check upon but right now it's better I break the news to her before it gets out of hand.

To be continued!