It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Sixty-One

I fluttered my eyes open to a shining sunlight in my room. I reached my arms out, stretching every part of them.

I laid them lazily on the side.

My eyes became more awake slightly as I sat up a little.

Where's Michael? I pouted, feeling that he wasn't beside me anymore.

I frowned, slowly getting out of bed.

I looked down at my clothes. Still in the clothes from the night before.. Classy. 

Looking down again, I realized my shirt is halfway up. My eyes slightly widened as I felt a lump in my throat.

Right.. My baby. I gulped, pulling my shirt down.

I sighed. Why not find Michael? He does this every morning to me. 

I frowned, dragging my feet against the floor, walking out of the bedroom.

"Michael?" I called out.

Nothing. 

I sighed, walking down the hallway.

"Michael? I-" I turned around the corner, seeing Jeanne, Ryan and Michael all chatting at the table.

I bit my lip, shyly walking in. "Oh, hello." I softly said, feeling my face heat up.

Michael smiled widely at me, standing up as he rushed towards me.

"Good morning, baby!" He chirped, kissing my lips as he held onto me.

I smirked, "Morning." I mumbled onto his chest.

I saw Jeanne smile widely at me, "Well, well... If it isn't Michael, Mia and little Jackson." She smirked, crossing her arms.

I leaned towards Michael, feeling embarrassed. "You told them?" I whispered to him.

Michael smirked, "Why not?" He grinned.

I looked up at him, seeing him smile brightly at the fact I was pregnant.

I weakly smiled. It would've been nice if we both told them. We've been through this so many fuckin' times before. I felt myself getting upset.

Stop, Mia. Your pregnancy hormones won't do you any good for a while.

Though I am pissed off. I gently pushed Michael off of me. 

He stared at me, his smile disappeared.

"I'll be back." I forced a smile at them, rushing out of the living room.

God dammit, Michael.. Doing this to me again?! 

I heard footsteps running towards me, "Mia!" Michael called out to me.

"Mia, don't be like this!" He said.

Michael caught up to me, gently touching my shoulder. "Mia, what the hell is wrong?" He snapped.

I glared at him. You should know. We've been through this before. 

"Why are you acting like this? We have guests, don't be rude." He sternly said.

I squinted my eyes at him. "Rude?" I softly repeated.

"Rude? Michael, how the hell am I being rude?!" I raised my voice.

Michael looked around, "Please, be quie-"

"No, Michael!" I said, pushing his hand off my shoulder harshly.