Black Hour Glass | Calliope • MJ | DISCONTINUED!!!!

10. '03 Bonnie & Clyde

Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I stood in the doorway of my bedroom with daylight peaking through the blinds of my curtain-less windows. I looked at Michael sleeping on his stomach, hands tucked underneath two pillows stacked on one another, and facing my direction. His lower body moved then his head flipped to one side then flipped back to its original position before a long sigh came from his lips.

"What is it Calliope?" He grumbled making me jump as those long eyelashes parted and his milky brown eyes looked at me. He didn't sound the least bit tired as if he'd been awake for a while, which now that I thought about it, he probably had.

"I..." My fingers tapped against the lukewarm cup of tea, but before I could say anything else I felt a familiar feeling settle in my stomach. I pushed the cup onto my dresser and ran to my bedroom making it to the toilet in the nick of time for my annual session of morning sickness. There were moments I forgot that I was really pregnant, but this baby always managed to remind me.

I felt his hands grab the the poofy strands of my sweated-out hair and pulling them back from the front of my face. I jerked my shoulders, moving them back and forth so he'd get off of me before more was coming up as I made a gagging sound into the toilet.

"Fuck," he whispered behind me in a slightly disgusted tone, but he didn't walk away because I still felt his presence behind me.

I stayed there, on my knees, until I was sure that I was done. Once the feeling settled I slowly got up, reaching over to flush the toilet as I moved to the sink. Michael stood there, in all of his naked glory, watching as I brushed my teeth and gargled again for the third time since I'd been awake.

"Stop looking at me like that," I whispered, my eyes staring at his through the mirror. They wondered further down and I rolled my eyes seeing the smirk come to his face when my eyes worked their way back up. I turned around and gripped the sink. "And put on some clothes."

I walked out of the bathroom walking over to the bed to try and straighten it up, but instead Michael's hands gripped my hips and brought me back into him. I turned and swatted at him for him to move and let me go, but he didn't. Instead he turned me around completely hugging my half-naked body, in just a panties and bra, closer to his.

"Michael..." I said to his chest, placing my hands there to keep our upper-bodies at a distance. "Quit it."

Michael's eyebrows lifted and then he released me. I sighed, knowing what he was thinking and prepared to refute those thoughts because I didn't regret what happened last night. Did it scare me? Of course. Was I completely sure I was talking out of confidence and not just horniness and the fact that I missed him? I wasn't sure. I just couldn't believe I'd once again promised Michael forever like I had done when I was younger.

"This isn't anything about last night," I said watching him put on his boxers and slip back on his pants from last night. "The baby... they don't like too much movement early in the morning I think."

Those eyebrows rose again as he snapped his pants closed. "The baby? You mean our baby, right?"

I walked over to my chester of drawers and grabbed an oversized t-shirt to slip over my body. "Our's means possession. The baby."

I walked out of the room Michael's noisy-walking right behind me. I walked into the kitchen as he turned his white inside-out t-shirt back the right way and slipped it over his head. I reached for the refrigerator, but Michael's arm extended shutting it before I could even open it. I turned around to face him.