The Man in Front of Me

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Mia Michaels

-next morning-

I only got about 3- close to four hours of "peaceful" sleep. Madison kept me up with all her cries, and I couldn't figure out why. She's usually not so upset.

Mama came down to the kitchen at around 8am with me while I was fixing up a bottle for Madison; to calm her down.

"Good morning sweetie." Mama kisses my cheek and ruffles Madison's hair.

"Good morning mama. Just tired." I sigh as she begins making coffee.

"How's Maddy's temperature? Has it went down?" Mama asks me as I stare at her, with my face full of confusion.

"Her temperature?!" I immediately place my hands on my forehead, panicking. Fuck!

I felt her forehead and it was definitely on fire. How could a mother not notice any symptons about their child being sick as soon as possible?!?! No wonder she's crying, painfully! My poor angel!!!

"I didn't want to disturb you at your first night out with your best friend about it, and I specifically told Mindy to tell you after Madison fell asleep and you came home!!" Mama sighs.

"Great....now I have no choice but to blow off Chris-"

"What?" Mama's eyes widen, not at the hot coffee she just poured intk her mug and drank, but at the mention of Chris' name.

I sit down on a stool, and explain to her how Chris & I spotted each other at Nicki's party. I told her how hard it was seeing him, at his afterparty, and him giving me a small hug I could of sank in forever.

"Damn. Well Nicki is smart for doing that for ya....hmm....don't worry about it! I'll take care of Madison while your out with Chr-"

"My baby is sick! Plus, I want to tell him as soon as possible, if I can get it out of me! I was gonna try today!"

"...then you do that! I can take care of my grandbaby like I said! She'll be fine Mia! I'll take the day off work and call Daniel to cover for me. You need to talk to that young man about everything. It'll be painful doing so, but it's just something that has to be done."

I nod in agreement, feeding Madison her warmed up bottle, and lay her hot head on my shoulder.

One way or another, this secret has to be told to him. I don't want to-no, I cannot wait any longer...

Can't I just spit it out? Not rudely, but in a mature, orderly fashion matter? Like ripping off a bandaid? Will he understand where I was coming from back then?

Will...will he forgive me?

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