5SOS Child Preferences

Away pt. 1 ≫ Michael

You've been trying to keep your marriage with Michael together but it doesn't seem to work out. He's always home late and drunk and if not, he would always argue about the other guys who are in the same workplace as you.

You didn't want to leave him because you're pregnant with his twins and god knows how much you love Michael Clifford. But it was already tiring you.

"(Y/N. . ." He called. His sloppy voice indicating that he's out drinking again. "Where are you?" He asked.

"I'm upstairs." You answered and wiped stray tears from your eyes. You've done a lot of thinking about this, but tonight is the night you'll pack your bags and leave.

He was standing by your doorstep, looking at you as you pack your bags. "What's the packing for? Business trip?" Michael asked you. "I am not allowing you to go anywhere. You're fucking pregnant." He said firmly, bot even waiting for your answer.

"No, it's not a business trip." You timidly replied.

"Then what?"

"I'm leaving." You said and a fee tears escaped from your eyes again.

"Why? When will you be back?" He asked and walked towards you.

You zipped your bag, grabbed the other ones, and moved closer to the door and away from Michael. "Never. I'll never be back." You said, you hated to do this but you can't live the way you were with him.

The words struck him, his eyes grew in shock. "W-what?" He stuttered.

"I'm sorry Michael. I-I just can't do this anymore." You said and held back tears that were continuously streaming down your face.

"Can we at least talk about this?" He begged. Tears started to fall from his eyes too. He loved you, even if we was that way.

"Michael," You sighed and wiped your tears. "I've made up my mind."

"But what about the twins?"

"I said I've made up my mind." You said before dashing away of the room.

"(Y/N)!" He called and went after you. "(Y/N), please don't do this! I love you and our future kids." He begged.

"I'm sorry, Michael." And that was the last thing he heard from you.