His Choice

Chapter Seven

Hey Guys, it's been quite a while hasn't it? Well I'm officially back. Every Friday evening, there will be an update of one of my stories. We'll just pretend that today is Friday. Well the next story to be updated is A Complicated Story, so be on the look out. Enjoy and as always; vote, comment, and share. xoxoxox

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Genevieve’s POV

It's been two days since the discovery of Michael's son. Honestly, I don't know how to behave. For one I'm excited about the reunion, but then again I'm a little troubled. I just don't know what to even think anymore. "Hey baby, what are you thinking about?" He asked kissing me on the forehead. He rose up the bed and I watched him walk into the closet and pushed the switch to display his side.

    I didn't know how to respond. Lately he's been acting too happy for my liking. I know that sounds snobbish, but I'm just being honest. His attitude has totally altered. I wonder if he has always wanted a child. I lied back down and closed my eyes, trying to recollect my thoughts. About a minute or two later, I felt a shift on the bed. He wrapped his hands around me as I inhaled his sweet scent. I could never get tired of how intoxicating he smelled.  He kissed my lips softly and turned us around. I was now lying on his chest with my eyes open. "What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing my temple.

 "Nothing, I was just thinking of flying to Mariam."

"No problem, I'll book our tickets tonight."

"No baby, I want to go...alone." I squeezed my eyes tight, waiting for a response.

"Oh, umm ok. How long will you be gone?" Here comes the bomb.

 "At least a month."

He jerked up, "A month? Baby you're acting as if we had a huge fight and you're trying to run away." I couldn't look at him.

 "It's not that. I just need...I just need to... I just need to clear my head that's all."

 He stood up, "Seriously? Are you that bothered that you can't even talk to me, your husband that you have to fly to your family and be there for a whole month?" I couldn't answer. He waited. Ashamed to look at him, I rose up and walked out the room, grabbed my car keys.  What is wrong with me? Sitting in the drive way I kept thinking about everything. I kept making scenarios for the future now that his mother has finally gotten what she has always wanted. What if he leaves me for her? What if he doesn't love me anymore? The thought of that breaks my heart. I just broke down as the tears ran down my face. My mind was cloudy.

       An hour later, I heard a tap on my window. I looked out and rolled down my window. Michael held the door open for me and guided me to the passenger seat. He handed me a box of tissues. In silence, he drove us to a desolated location. I had no idea where we were going. After what seemed like eternity, he finally stopped the car and parked. I looked out the window to see one of the most beautiful views I've ever seen. Where we stood, we could see everything surrounding our house. The sun was setting down and we could see the horizon line. It was too beautiful to be true. He held me as we watched the view together. "I used to come here often to clear my head," he said. I turned around to face him. I reached up and kissed his pink lips. "Thank you," I said, feeling more at peace.  He smiled at me and we walked back to the car a while later to go home. No questions were asked.

      About two hours later, I was lying on the bed wearing one of his shirts and my shorts on, wrapped up in his protective arms. He held me like that throughout the whole night. Neither of us uttered out a word. Around 10pm, my phone rang and it was Greg. I picked it up. "Hey stranger," he answered.