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

♡Family♡

~SET IN THE INVINCIBLE ERA~

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You were laying in your husband's arms, a smile on your face. The bed was warm, and the room was quiet. The only sound that could be heard, was the sheets of heavy rain that fell from the sky. The morning was cold, but as mentioned before - the room was warm.

You and Michael had been married for seveteen years. Throughout the decades, you and your husband had been through a lot. Time had taught you life lessons that you would never forget.

Seventeen years together had also brought you three children. Edward, your eldest, was fifteen - and your twins, Charlotte and Delia, were thirteen. Your family was perfect, and you were the happiest woman alive.

Michael ran his fingers up and down your arm as the two of you listened to the rain drops as they fell to the ground. The sounds were, somewhat, soothing.

Your children were all at school, so it was just you, and the man you loved. Suddenly, you felt the urge to throw up. You got up from the bed quickly, and ran into the bathroom - slamming the door shut.

"(Y/N)?" Michael called, getting up from the bed as well. You leaned over the toilet bowl, regurgitating. Hearing the bathroom door open, you felt a slight sense of panic arise within you.

"Go away," you groaned. "I don't want you...to see me like this," you gagged.

"(Y/N)," Michael whispered, getting down on his knees and holding your hair back for you. With his other hand, he rubbed your back gently. "You're sick," he sighed.

"I know," you stood up slowly, flushing the toilet properly. Making your way over to the sink, you noticed your pale reflection in the mirror. Michael stood up as well, a look of concern painted on his face.

You let out a breath, opening the cabinet and retrieving a bottle of mint mouth wash. You poured the green liquid into a small cup before closing the bottle, placing it back into the cabinet.

Holding up the cup to your lips, you took the liquid into your mouth - proceeding to gargle it. After a minute, you spat into the sink before washing it away.

You felt dizzy, and your face was very pale. Turning around, you saw that Michael had his arms folded.

"I'm going to call a doctor," he said with serious eyes. "You're sick, and I can't bear to see you like this,"

"Michael, I'm fine," your voice was hoarse. "I just need to rest...that's all,"

"(Y/N), I'm going to call the doctor, and that's final," he said firmly. "Now, go and lay down whilst I make the call,"

~•♡•~

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor had arrived. Michael sat beside the bed as the female, Dr. Irene, asked you a series of questions.

Dr. Irene was very smart, and very thorough. She was a woman who looked to be in her mid forties, and her raven black hair fell to her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes, and her skin was pure alabaster.

"Well," Dr. Irene smiled at you as she held her notebook in her hand. "Mrs. Jackson, everything seems to be okay," she explained. "Your vitals are good, and your immune system seems to be strong," she chuckled.