A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Sixteen: Wake Up

April 11th, 1994

Michael's POV

The bed shook, waking me abruptly. I turned over slowly as my stomach was in the way.

Prince laid next to me, wrapped up in the comforter and sheet, sweat clinging to his forehead. Strangely enough, tears ran down his face, gradually dripping onto the bed.

He mumbled something quietly and then continued to sob harder. I nudged him on the arm, not wanting him to experience this terrible nightmare any longer.

"Prince, babe, wake up." I got him untangled from the now sweat filled blankets, that seemed to shake him out of whatever dream world he was in at the moment.

His eyes snapped open, he narrowed them, they were filled with pure horror and fear. "Oh-oh my god- you're alive!" Prince squeaked, pulling me into a tight hug. He planted kisses along my neck and cheeks, nuzzling into the crook of neck after a moment.

I was stunned, whatever happened to him and that dream left him terrified, so I just hugged back to comfort him. "You're alive!" He cried into my pajama shirt, dampening it with his tears.

"Prince- what?" I responded, stroking his back in utter confusion. "Oh my god, where's the baby? Where is he?" He choked, sporadically, trying to find our baby.

I patted my pajama clad belly, the baby kicked back gently, "he's right here. In me." I chuckled, Prince had never acted like this, he was always so cool and calm and now he was acting like it was the end of the world.

"Wait, holy shit- oh gosh, but you're dead. Are you still dead?! Holy shit!" His voice trembled with fear, tears dribbled onto my hand as I held his red cheeks.

"Prince," I turned his head to face me, "what are talking about?" His nostrils flared, his eyes flicked down, full of grief.

"You had our son too early and you...died." Prince stifled another sob, looking up at me with those sorrow filled almond eyes.

Then the tears came uncomfortably, it was almost like he was having a mental breakdown. "Princess, I'm not dead. Was this
a dream?" I asked, pulling his sob-racked body.

"I think-think so but, oh god Michael I love you so much." Those words rang in my mind, before this I doubted that he really ever loved me- how could someone could ever love a freak like me? But it turns out, he really did love me.

"I love you too."

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Throughout the day Prince has kept a watchful eye over me, whatever happened in that dream scared the Jesus out of him. He helped me with stuff that I overall didn't need any assistance with, mostly with things that included physical activity, he was utterly afraid that I would get hurt somehow.

I breezily went back to the somewhat heavy book I was reading on our fluffy bed. I skimmed across the page, absentmindedly letting my hand drift toward to my stomach. He kicked back, warning my heart. There was someone living in me, I was supporting someone's life, it was incredible.

"Is everything okay?" Prince asked from the bathroom, he was touching up his hair.

"Yes," he was getting on my nerves with all these questions, I know he wanted me to be happy and healthy but today it was just a lot, "also, what are we doing for dinner?"

He hopped up onto the bed, a small cream colored bottle of lotion that was supposed to help with those dreaded stretch marks on my belly, in hand.

"I was thinking we could go out tonight." He opened up the little bottle, with a small pop, it's lavender scent filled the room.