Chapter Eight: The Crowds, The Crowds, The Crowds

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January 13th, 1994

Michael's POV

I pulled harder and harder at the waist band, but nothing I did would make the little button snap together. Tears threatened to spill down my flushed cheeks. I shook my head in defeat, looking up.

The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, I could see a sliver of myself through the crack. My face was rosy in the cheeks, small pellets of sweat slid down my forehead.

I was pulled in the direction of the door, after it swung open violently. Prince stood in the doorway, concern etched into his face. He stepped over to me, in those damn heels of his, hands on his hips.

"You good?" He glanced down at my pants, "want any help?" I let my arms fall to my side in defeat, gosh I hate my body.

"Yes," I mumbled, "I can't get them up." He smiled sympathetically, more tears rolled down my burning cheeks.

"Because?" Prince inquired, strutting over to me. He took a stance behind me, snaking his arms around me to where the dreaded button was.

"The baby, idiot." I snapped, growing angry and frustrated with my boyfriend. His hands latched onto the waistband, pulling it tight.

"Hey, no need to be bitchy." He grunted. My nostrils flared and my fists balled, shaking. Prince finally got the zipper to come up all the way, it struggled not to break. I didn't dare move, fearing that the slacks would burst open.

"I'm not being bitchy, it's these damn hormones." Everything in my body was changing by the minute, something was growing inside of me and it was making my brain go nuts.

"Oh yes, those god forsaken mood swings." Prince yanked harder, creating a little riiiiipppp. Something in the waistband ripped, but, the little golden button finally stayed put.

"Got it!" He cheered, resting his hands on my baby bump. I put mine on his, my considerably larger hands covered his entirely.

I breathed a sigh of relief, the pants burst right as my lungs filled with air. It broke, the damn thing broke.

I was practically stuffed, in those horrid black Levi's. Nothing fit anymore, not a single pair of pants I owned. My breathe hitched, I was becoming fat and gross. Prince wouldn't love me anymore, not with this body.

"Goddammit!!" He groaned, rubbing his temple. My hair fell in front of my face, concealing any trace of misery.

"I need to go to the store and get some more pants, nothing fits properly." I ran my hand through my hair, that disgusting stomach just stared back at me.

"Yes you do." Prince sighed, taking a step back. Fury bubbled up from inside, one of the many things that the mood swings do.

"Are you calling me fat?" I exclaimed, breathing harder than before. His eyes grew wide, "no!" He denied, backing away, his hands up in defense.

"Yes! When we had sex on Christmas you said I looked thicker. You are calling me fat!" I wiped the tears from my face, I sat on the bed, it creaked under my weight.

"I am not!" He found the button, he tossed it back and forth in his hands. Prince frowned slightly at the sight of my tearful eyes. Prince made his way over to me, sitting beside me.

His finger brushed my cheek, taking a tear away with it. I turned away, letting my head drop. God, I'm such a baby. He tucked a tassel of hair behind my ear. I took in a long, drawer out breath, preparing myself for what would come out of his sweet mouth.

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