A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Eleven: A Visit To The Hospital

March 14th, 1994

Michael's POV

I let my head rest gently against the feathery pillow. My body was sore and achy, especially my feet and chest. All I wanted to do for the day was sleep, so Prince and I decided it would be a calm day. He laid next to me, reading a book about parenting.

With his free hand, he stroked my swollen belly, tracing all sorts of patterns on it. His hand snaked underneath my white t-shirt, he lifted it up, exposing all my ugly stretch marks.

I rolled over away from Prince, annoyed, "no, don't do that." I scolded, removing his hand from my body.

"Why not, love?" He nibbled on my neck, draping his arm over my side.

"I'm gross..." I groaned, burying my face farther into the soft, fluffy pillow.

"Why do you say that?" He whispered in my ear, carefully removing my long black hair out of the way.

I pulled my shirt down farther, trying my best to cover up the unsightly marks. "I have stretch marks." My voice got quieter than before.

Prince leaned over me; what the hell? He lifted my shirt before I could pull it back down. He looked intently down at my stomach, his fingers ran along the marks. They weren't that prevalent, but they were still there.

"I like 'em. They're pretty like a river, maybe a delta?" He muttered quietly.

"Ugh, I hate them. And...I'm getting chubby, especially my cheeks." I admitted, Prince glanced up at me. His hand left my belly and reached up to pinch my cheek.

He placed a kiss on my now red cheek, "I like it though. It suits you."

I furrowed my eyebrows, pushing him off of me, "are you calling me fat?!"

"No, I'm calling you cute." He winked, shifting so he was on his side. I rolled over so I could face him, I found it increasingly harder to breathe lately, this was one of those moments.

I nuzzled into his chest, despite my meltdown about being fat, I was hungry once again. "I want ice cream with chips mixed in with it."

Prince snickered, stroking my hair, "ew. You're food cravings are so nasty."

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I snuggled up to a pillow in the brightly lit living room, the moment I got comfortable the phone started to ring off the hook. I heaved myself off the couch, waddling to the blaring phone in the kitchen.

I placed the receiver to my face, a familiar voice sounded on the other line. She was faintly annoyed, ready to get this conversation over with.

Delilah cleared her throat, "This is Neverland, right?"

"Delilah? Is that you?" I asked, curious to why she was calling me at three in the afternoon on a Monday.

"Yeah it's me. Marcy wanted me to tell you that she's had the baby. I don't remember his name though." She shrugged it off as if it wasn't something extremely important had just happened, my godson was just born for Pete sake!

"D-Delilah.." I stuttered, using the wall next to me as support.

"Oh yeah, she also told me to tell you that you can come visit her now. Her room number is 211 on floor C." I almost dropped the phone as those words left her mouth. I muttered a small thank you and slammed the phone down, hanging up quickly.

"Prince! We gotta go to the hospital!" I cried to where ever he was in the massive house. My yell echoed for the walls for a few seconds until I got a frantic response from Prince.