It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Seventy-Two

I huff, trying to fall back asleep in my bed.

It's five in the morning, Mia. You don't have to do anything today. Relax. You'd think for being nine months pregnant that I'd be able to sleep more since I am carrying twins. Well, I was wrong.

Very wrong...

News had gone around shortly that I was pregnant with twins. Michael wanted to know the gender but I told him to keep it a surprise. That's my thing. I love the surprises of my babies! Michael is hoping for one girl and one boy. I honestly don't care. As long as my baby is healthy, now that is all that matters to me.

Jermaine did eventually apologize to Michael... That was only about two months ago when I was seven months pregnant. Jermaine is starting the process of changing the lyrics but keeping the song. It just won't be so directed towards Michael.  

"Baby, are you alright?" Michael hoarsely says, gently touching the side of my body.

I frown, "The babies woke me up. I'll be fine. Go back to sleep, Michael." I softly say.

Michael sighs, "Are you sure? Do you need me to get you anything? Milk? Water?" Michael asks.

I smirk a little. He's too good. 

"No thanks, babe. I think I'll relax more by taking a hot shower." I suggest, slowly getting up from bed.

Michael nods, watching me walk into the bathroom.

"If anything happens, yell for me. Okay?" He says, worrying.

I softly sigh, "I will, Michael." I weakly smile, entering the bathroom.

I slowly close the door behind me, taking my pajamas quickly off as I lock the door.

Something doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel right at all. I don't know what it is but my body doesn't feel right.

I've been pregnant before. I know that this feeling isn't right. I'm in discomfort almost.

Without thinking, I stand on a scale.

I try to look past my stomach, staring at the numbers.

Another pound, Mia? Great..

At least you're still at an average weight for a woman your height and all. I'm still healthy. Just remember that, Mia. You're still healthy. You're only huge because of the fact you're carrying twins. More to sacrifice, huh? Sacrificing comfort for one thing.. 

Because earlier on in my life I was anorexic, it weakened my bones. I'm a very fragile girl now. I can easily bruise and break bones.

I remember only being ten, back when Michael and I were only neighbors.

Michael and I were playing and he got carried away. He accidentally pushed me on the sidewalk. 

That ended with me in the hospital with a broken wrist and a sprained arm. Michael kept apologizing to me about it until we were about sixteen when I finally told him to drop it. Accidents happen. Michael is a sweetheart, he'd never do anything like that on purpose. 

I walk towards the shower, turning the water on to the hottest setting. 

More heat = less stress for me. 

I place both of my hands on my stomach, slowly getting into the shower.

I rub my stomach.

Today seems like a nice day to have two showers.