It had been an interesting couple of months since Michael and I got married.
I'm now four months pregnant. Tatiana and Kyden had dropped off the face of the earth, Matthew started preschool, we moved to Atlanta and I had quit being a pediatrician.
I felt like I wasn't interested in my job anymore. So, I wanted to lay low for my pregnancy and apply to work for a nearby ER.
"Okay, Bye Steelo," Michael hung up the phone. "Steelo? You've been in contact with Steelo?" I asked. "Yeah," he answered.
"How is he? How is Tati?" I asked. "He doesn't know where she is. Said she ran away with Kyden," Michael explained.
"That's not like her at all," I stressed. "Stop stressing, it's not good for the baby," Michael said.
"Well, we should probably tell our families soon," I said. Michael's phone started to ring. "Speaking of family," he said walking out of the room.
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"Michael! Dinners ready," I yelled. "Michael!" I yelled again. Matthew and the twins were already eating.
I headed up to our room where I saw Michael still on the phone. "Michael? Who are you talking to?" I asked.
"Your mom," he mouthed. "Mom, I have to go, Y/N's complaining because I was talking to you," he said.
He hung up and you popped him in the head as he walked out.
"Ow!" He yelled. "Maybe you'll think about it next time when you complain about me to my mother," I said. Since getting married, our families have blended together very easily.
We all sat at the table eating our food. "I love our little family," Michael said. "I love them too," I said.
