It's The Falling in Love

Chapter One-Hundred and Three

I roll over on the bed, my warm body touches Michael's bare side. 

I grin, "Morning." I groan, stretching my back.

Michael softly chuckles as he smiles widely at me. "Morning." He grins.

Michael stares at me with his sparkly eyes. Somebody's happy this morning. 

"What up with you?" I smirk, scooting closer to him.

Michael wraps me under his arms, "You should know.." He smirks.

I raise an eyebrow, smiling. "Oh.." I say.

"I know what you mean now.." I chuckle.

Michael gently pushes me to the side as he jumps out of bed. "It's Christmas!" Michael cheers, jumping up and down.

I start laughing, "Oh my god, please put some boxers on or somethin' first!" I say.

Michael's eyes widen as he slides his boxers back on.

He smirks at me, "Don't act like you didn't like that." He mumbles.

I smile, getting out of bed. "I'm not the one who slept naked last night." I point out. 

Michael scans my body. "If only.." I hear him breathe.

I glare at him, "Come on. I'm surprised the children haven't woken us up yet." I say, playfully hitting his abs.

Michael turns around, glancing at a clock. "Baby, it's three AM.." He points out.

My eyes widen, "What?" I softly say.

Michael smiles, looking at me. "Yeah." He nods. "It's only three AM." He repeats.

I sigh, "Michael.." I groan.

Michael smirks. I suddenly feel him pull me closer to him. 

I gasp, looking up at him.

Michael kisses my lips. "Merry Christmas, Mia." He smiles.

I blush, "Merry Christmas, Michael." I shyly say before Michael kisses my lips again.

Michael has been home for a few weeks now. Things have been pretty normal, love and family is all I can say.. We haven't gotten a single phone call about Adjo, but we have his room ready. We have everything ready. Michael and I don't pray for anything in this case, of course. That would be wrong and very selfish.

We're just letting mother nature do the work and all we hope for is that Afia will die peacefully. 

My heart slightly aches whenever I think about Afia. I've never met the girl but she sounds wonderful. I wish I could've met her. I'm sure I will one day but until then I'm sure Adjo will have some stories up his sleeves. 

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I fix my bathrobe, getting out of bed. "Come on, baby. I'm sure the kids are up now." I smirk.

Michael lays on the bed, cool with his hands on the back of his head.

God damn, those abs.. 

I lick my lips. "Don't temp me again, Michael.." I mumble, glancing at his body.

Michael chuckles as his face turns red. "It would be my pleasure." He winks.

I gasp, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his face. "Come on! It's Christmas!" I laugh.

I'm not in it for the gifts but I think the children will be.. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces once they see what "Santa" got them! Oh, I'm gonna love this!