Tell Me What To Do

Stumbling up the stairs and fumbling with his keys, he knew she would be asleep. He hoped she would'nt wake up, she's pregnant and she needs her rest. But I'm drunk and lord knows how much of a noise I'm about to make, Michael thought to himself. Opening the door quietly and trying not to make a noise, he slipped in and struggled to take his jacket off. Sighing to himself, he attempted to find the light switch when he heard the bedroom door opening and light footsteps coming down the hall.

"Michael?"

"Dammit." He whispered under his breath. "Hi. Hey. Why are you awake?"

"I heard a noise."  She began to say. "Can you put the light on?"

"Sure." He mumbled and he flicked on the switch. 

As light poured into the room, Michael squinted, the light hurting his drunken eyes. He looked at her, standing in shorts and one of his old t-shirts, her belly protruding outwards. He used to love it when she wore his clothes, now he wasn't sure what he felt anymore.

"You look awful." She said, walking towards him. "And you reek of booze." She frowned.

Michael sighed, "I don't need a lecture from mommy, okay? I just want to go to bed." He brushed past her, causing her to stumble slightly.

"Watch out." She warned. 

He turned back briefly as he walked away and scoffed. As he walked into his bedroom, he kicked off his shoes, took off his top and his jeans and climbed into bed. He knew she hadn't followed him into the room and that she was probably staring at him from the passage way but he didn't care. It was 3 in the morning and he just needed his rest. He would deal with this in the morning. 

 *

"Did you go to bed last night?" Michael asked, scratching the back of his head as he walked out of his room to where she was standing.

"No." 

"Why not? Don't you need rest?"

She sighed, "You know that my sense of smell is sensitive right now. I couldn't handle sleeping next to you when you smell like alcohol."

Michael looked at his feet and pouted slightly. Of course, he felt bad. He loved her and he hated upsetting her. But ever since he found out about the baby...

He walked towards her and cupped her face in his hands, looking into her pale blue eyes, "I'm sorry."

She smiled slightly, "I love you, Mikey. I just wish you would stop."

He dropped his hands and frowned, "I've been trying. Honestly."

"Is it the baby?"

"What? No! I swear it isn't. It's just me having a tough time at the moment."  He cupped her face again, "I love you and I love this baby."

He leaned in to kiss her. She still tasted the same to him. He stepped back and she went into the kitchen to make breakfast. As he watched her, he noticed how beautiful she is. Long, curly blonde hair flowing all the way down her back, her body was still rocking even though she's just about ready to pop. She had a grace about her. Which was ironic, considering her name is Gracie.

 "Have you decided on a name yet?" He asked her.

She turned to face him and smiled. She walked over and plonked herself next to him. "I was thinking Daniel. After my father. Would do you think?"

Michael thought about this and it made him smile. "I like it."

*

"Michael? Where are you going?"