A Million Way's To Love You™ (On The Line) ♥ Book 4✔️

♡Chapter 25♡

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Deciding to continue and old chapter and destroying a new chapter may not be my best example of my decision making skills, but I had to do it. I chose following my heart. I know when giving one person your heart, you're breaking the other person's heart. That's my situation. Giving Michael another chance while making Channing feel he had no chance. I don't know how I'm going to tell him; or the kid's for the matter. I didn't think the other night. But when in love does one ever think? Did I plan on spending the Night? No. I actually thought the dinner with Michael would've been disastrous. Yet it wasn't is beautiful. I can't tell where Michael and I stand now, but I do want to take time in rebuilding our lives together. It's up to the kid's.

  I awake the next morning feeling slightly sore in regions. Having waited or not been physically intimate with anyone for a year and a couple of month's, it felt like I was a virgin again. For the most part I enjoyed last Night. It was everything in a romance movie. Treated delicately. I fell in love with Michael all over again. I look to my side and see Michael laying flat on his stomach with one hand stretched out reaching towards me. I haven't done this in so long. A year and a couple of month's ago I couldn't imagine waking up next to Michael, let along being in the same room as him. I forgot how adorable he looks sleeping. His mane in  frolics. Even his annoying snoring sound's like music to my ear's. Just ivory skin still glistening with sweat. I scan over him and notice the scratch mark's on his back. They aren't bad, they just look like he pissed off a bad alley cat. I shake my head and scan the room for my clothing. That's when it hit me; Michael didn't use protection. Neither did I. I don't believe in birth control. God I can't be pregnant. Not now at least. I have to work some thing's out first. I'm not ready. I glance at Michael who was just waking up. I sit up covering myself. He gives me a lazy smile. "Morning beautiful.. ", I force a smile. I'm hoping Michael won't talk about what I found out. "Morning papa...", His smile widens. He yawns then sits up. "Glad to hear that name again... ", I nod. He quickly frowns. "Aww come on...don't make things awkward.... we had a wonderful night last Night...", "Yes we did And I'm happy... Sorry I wasn't trying to make thing's awkward... ", "It's alright babygirl... How about we freshin' up and I whip us up something nice?..Sound's good?", "Yeah sound's great.. ", He stares at me as if to ask 'What aren't you telling me?'. But he just smiles and climbs out of the bed. I watch him as he walks around naked looking for fresh clothing. I can't stop looking at his little buttox. It's cute, tiny, and firm. Michael slowly turns around. I cover my eyes giggling. "Oh so you can stare at my bare butt, but not little man? that's crazy...", I giggle again. "Okay I'll turn around... " He sighed. I wait awhile before uncovering my eye's to find Michael standing naked facing laughing his ass off. "Eww!  Michael! ", "What? Nothing you haven't seen before... ", He said walking towards the bed. I cover my eyes. "Babygirl why are you covering your eyes.. I'm your husband... you own this sexy man..", He said now in beside me removing my hand's. "Look at me please... ", I sigh and look at him in his barring glory. "See...nothing wrong with looking at your husband..Can I look at you?", I sigh. "Michael.... ", "No don't hide from me...I want to see you please... ", I look down. I feel shamed. 17 year's of marriage (minus the year of separation) and I can't even stand in front of him naked. High school all over again. Michael slowly takes the covers off of me. He stares at me with sparkling eyes and a loving smile. "Beautiful... is an understatement in describing you...it's an insult to you actually... A goddess if they existed you would be one....Marilyn, babygirl don't ever feel the need to shy away from me...ever ", He reaches his hand out for mine. I take it and stand up. "Mind bathing with me?", I shake my head no. "Wait here then please... ", I nod. Michael grabs his robe from his dresser and walks into the bathroom. I wait patiently for his return. While waiting, I catch a glimpse of myself in Michael's window. I have gained at least twenty pounds over the year. I have lost ten of those pounds but I still hate seeing myself in the mirror. "Okay I'm ready for ya! ", Michael called from the bathroom. I slowly walk towards the bathroom. Michael meets me at the door in his robe. I look at the bubble bath he had fixed. It spelt of vanilla and cotton. Michael walks in and closes the door. "After you mama...", I slowly step into the warm water. It felt so Good against my slightly aching body. Michael disrobes. " Scoot up for me mama.... ", I obey and he slides in behind me. He nestles me between his leg's. "Michael I'm sorry.... I-", "Shh... let's just enjoy this... ", "I nod and grab a sponge. Moments like this I missed so much. I let myself forget how great and supportive Michael is and was as a husband. "Michael can we talk?", "mhmm... ", Michael said washing my back. "About last Night....we can't tell anyone... not even our mothers or even Yuli... ", Michael stops. "What do you mean don't tell anyone? ", I sigh. "I have to straighten some thing's out first Michael... I can't just up and tell everyone that you and I are together again... I need some time...", "Is this about Channing? ", I sigh. "Yes.... and the kid's... ", Michael doesn't respond. "Michael ...say something... ", "Marilyn.. I love you but you're over thinking thing's...The kid's will be fine...they wanted this..As for Channing... let him down easy...", "I don't want to hurt him...", "Either way he's walking away with a heavy heart...", Michael is right. Honesty is my only choice. "I'll have to talk with him today... " "I'll go with you...", "No...I have to do this alone...", Michael sighs. "Okay babygirl... let's finish our bath now...", I nod and grab a sponge...

*Michael's Point Of View*

After bathing, I whipped up my famous buttermilk pancakes with strawberries and Canadian Bacon. While eating Marilyn and I talked more about our relationship. She's in no rush to pack up and move back in, but We are back on husband and wife term's. It's a miracle I prayed for. Yeti it seems surreal. I didn't expect to get her back over the dinner. I don't think She did either. It was spur of the moment. I just hope it last. "Michael? ", Marilyn called from downstairs. I button up my flannel And jog downstairs. "Yes?", "I'm going now...", She's said walking up to me. I playfully pout. "Awe... sure you don't want me to tag along?", She nods. "Positive... I'll be back to check on you okay papa? ", She said planting a tender kiss on my lips. "Okay babygirl... I love you....", She smiles. "I love you more papa", She kisses me again and slowly turns away walking to the front. I listen for the door. When I hear it close I jog to the kitchen. I need to talk to someone for advice. I dial the number in the telephone...

*"Hello?",

"Hey Joseph..."*...

To Be Continued....