It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Six

Michael and I held hands as we walked down a yellow road.

Candy-canes surrounded the ends of the road, bringing the beauty out from the gummy trees.

Birds chirped around the bright blue sky.

I giggled as I laid my head on Michael's shoulder.

"It's so happy here.." I softly said.

Michael smiled widely as he placed on hand on my stomach.

"It is, Mia.. We're a family." He happily said.

I wore a white gown as Michael wore a white suit.

My bump was now showing.

"I love you both.." Michael kissed my cheek.

I blushed, "And we love you." I giggled.

Michael stopped walking as he looked at me, placing both of his hands on my stomach.

"I wish you told me about the baby sooner.." He frowned.

"I didn't know how, Michael. I didn't want to take advantage of you.." I softly said.

Michael squinted his eyes at me, "You still should've told me sooner." He angrily said.

My eyes widened, "Micha-"

SLAP! 

I rubbed the right side of my face where Michael had just slapped me.

"M-Michael..?" I stared at him with fright.

He smirked as he pulled his face off, revealing my Uncle's features.

"You won't see him again, girl." He said, pinning me down.

I screamed, "The baby!" I cried.

Uncle Peter slapped me across the face, "Fuck you and the baby, Michael won't care! He won't be there!" He growled.

I cried as I tried to push him off of me.

"Mia!" He screamed.

Mia.

Mia. 

Mia.

"Mia!" I heard Michael's voice loudly as he shook me.

I sat straight up, my eyes wide open.

I gulped feeling the fear in me.

"Are you alright, Mia? You were talking in your sleep." Michael said, rubbing my back.

I took a deep breath, "Just a bad dream.." I shrugged.

Michael frowned, "It seemed more than just a bad dream, Mia. Do you want to talk about it?" He softly said.

I shook my head, "No." I quickly said. I can't. 

Michael sighed, "Well, we've got to get ready for that meeting." He said.

I slowly nodded, "Got it. I'll meet you downstairs." I forced a smile.

Michael kissed my cheek, "I'll see you downstairs." He said back, getting out of bed.

I watched Michael leave my room.

When did he take his shirt off? 

I smirked, getting out of bed.