Abortion

t h r e e

I hope this chapter was well worth 

the wait. I cried while writing this. Listen

to some slow music. (Turn Your Face~ LM)

dedicated to hirorheystyless bc Meghan's like

another sister to me and she's a cool cat.

Michael pulled my arm to all the pink baby outfits

in BuyBuy Baby. A girl! We're having a girl.

"Michael, your smile is so big." I laughed and he

spun in circles, looking at the racks of baby

girl clothes. He picked up a bright green tutu

and danced around with it. The cold March air

somehow made it into the store and I began shivering.

"Babe, two months ago, when you

told me, I was sad, frustrated, confused,

but now, I couldn't picture myself with

anyone else." He smiled, kissing my lips.

It sort of bugged be, I was just letting him back in,

even after he broke up with me. I gained the force to

push him back, a wave of emotion coming over me.

"You-you know that one Paramore song, 

theres a lyric that's something like

second chances never matter,

people never change?" His smile dropped.

"Grace?" He asked. I wanted to slap myself.

We were perfectly fine, and now we're going to

scream at each other in the middle of BuyBuy Baby.

"How do I know that you won't get mad one

day and leave? Just walk out and leave?" I asked,

starting to steadily cry.

"I'm not going to." He begged.

"Michael, you're band is taking over

the world one song at a time. These girls 

fling themselves at you. Girls who could give

you more than I ever could." I said, wiping my cold tears.

"My band, is my way of taking care of our family,

because I sure as hell know you're

not picking up any slack anytime soon." He shouted,

mothers covered their children's ears.

"I didn't know that's how you felt." My emotions,

and feelings sunk.

"Yeah because everythings always about you.

When was the last time you even came to

one of Five Seconds Of Summer's gigs?

Please, Grace, tell me." He sarcastically suggested.

"Michael, I grew up with the best people on

the Earth. A loving mom, a step-dad who loved me

like I was his own, a sister and a brother. I want

this baby to have a life that tops any child across this

whole goddamn nation." I cried. 

"I'm sorry, I just won't be able to

give my own daughter that." His green eyes dropped

tears, a sight rarely seen. He used the sleeves of his 

sweater to dry his eyes. I wrapped my arms

around him and he accepted my warmth.

"I love you to pluto and back." I cried.

"I love you past pluto and back."