❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡Work On It, Together♡

You sighed as you turned the page of the novel in your hand, letting your eyes scan the fine print. You were in bed, waiting for your husband, Michael, to return from the studio - where he was working. It was five past midnight, and you were quite tired. Grabbing your bookmark that sat atop your bedside table, you placed it on the page that you had been reading from - proceeding to close the book.

Groaning a little, you laid the book on the bedside table. All you wanted to do was sleep, you were tired of waiting up for Michael. He had promised that he'd be home by ten - but like most of his promises, he couldn't live up to his words. Just as you were about to turn off the bedside lamp, you heard the front doors open and close from downstairs.

About time. You thought to yourself.

You inhaled deeply, laying your hands on your lap. Several moments passed before the bedroom door opened, revealing your husband. Michael looked exhausted, making your heart sink a little. 

"Hi," he sighed, shutting the door behind him. He turned to face you, and you flashed him a small smile.

"Hi," you responded. From the tone of your voice, it was evident that he was upset. "Is everything okay?"

"No," he mumbled.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," his voice came out a little sharper. "Just...leave me alone,"

Your eyes widened and you scoffed a little. Just like it always did, you were sure that another fight was about to start.

Lately, you and your husband had been fighting a lot.

"Michael," you spoke, making him raise an eyebrow. "Is everything okay?" you asked again.

"Just leave it alone," he spat. "I already said that I don't want to talk about it,"

"Can you at least give me a hint as to what is going on?" you questioned, getting up from the bed. "You hardly ever talk to me nowadays,"

"That's because I'd rather stay quiet," he responded. "Besides, talking to you is like talking to a wall. You never know what to say," he scoffed.

You raised your eyebrows, taken aback by his sudden attitude.

"Michael, why the hell are you being so rude?" you raised your voice. "You're no saint," yous spat. "You promise that you'll be home early, but you never live up to your words,"

"That's because I have to earn money to support us," he remarked sourly. "The house you're living in, and your lifestyle, is funded by me,"

"Why are you being like this?" your eyes began to tear up slightly. When Michael noticed that your eyes were teary, he set his hands on his hips and shook his head.

"Here you go again," he threw his hands in the air. "Playing the victim,"

"I'm not playing the victim!" you exclaimed. "You always like to make me look like some trashy slut!"

"No, you make yourself feel like that," he laughed a little. Your anger got the better of you, and you walked forward - slapping him across the face.

"What the hell?!" he brought his hand up to hold the side of his face that you struck. "Why the hell did you do that?!"

"Because you're a heartless bastard!" you began to cry. "You always like to do this!"

"That's it," he growled. "I want a divorce,"

"Fine then!" you yelled back. "Good riddance!" you sniffled before walking out.

~•♡•~

It had been an hour since Michael had told you that he wanted a divorce, and at present moment - you were seated on the floor of Michael's large dance studio. You had been crying, and your palms were cold. For the longest time, you had been trying to convince yourself that your marriage was fine, but the fights with Michael said otherwise.

As you sat there, you suddenly heard the door open. Michael walked in, shutting the door behind him. When you saw him, you stood up - wiping the tears away from your face. Your husband walked up to you, a sad expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he set his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. "I didn't mean what I said," he breathed. "I..don't want a divorce," he used his left hand to tilt your chin up, so that you could look at him. "I love you, (Y/N) - and I don't want us to end because of some stupid argument," he looked into your eyes. "So....I made an appointment with a marriage counselor,"

"What?" your eyes widened.

"I want us to work," he whispered. "And to do that, we need to learn how to trust each other again," he shook his head. "So what do you say?"

You stared at the man you adored. Sure, the two of you had had your problems - but your bond was special. What the two of you had was unbreakable.

"I say yes,"

~•♡•~

One Year Later.

It had been a year since the day you and Michael had decided to see a marriage counselor - and currently, things between the two of you were better than ever. Communication was something that the two of you had to learn about.

The two of you had also learned how to trust each other again, how to give your hearts to each other completely once more.

Michael laughed as the two of you sat underneath his giving tree, talking about the past, and enjoying the feeling on the cool, afternoon breeze.

He rested his hand on your four month old pregnant belly, bringing his eyes to meet yours. At that moment, everything felt perfect.

"I love you so much, (Y/N) Jackson. I really do,"

And perfect it was, indeed.

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I know it sucked!
But this one was for jamia0903
I hope it was okay!
Lemme know your thoughts!❤
Thank you for reading!
Lots of love!
Isha♡
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