Chapter One
April stood there in a stupor and her eyes wide as golf balls. Her heart was pounding so hard, she just knew at any second it would stop and fall out of her butt. What was he doing there? Why hadn't anyone called to warn her? Why was she still staring making it perfectly obvious that his presence affected her?
"Hey." Casey said barely above a whisper.
April stared at him for another thirty seconds, "Hey." She replied meekly before excusing herself to the bathroom in the lair.
She closed the door and plopped down on the toilet. Deep breathes weren't helping, she felt more like hyperventilating. Why was he back? He had been gone a year without so much as a phone call or a post card. April had spent months piecing herself back together after he up and disappeared. They had finally come together just for him to run off when he thought something better had come along.
Her shaky hands ran through her auburn hair and she stared at the dingy bathroom that was obviously cleaned by a bunch of guys. All she wanted to do was disappear out of the bathroom without anyone noticing. She focused on the wall trying to compose herself. The more she looked at the wall the more she needed to cry. It wasn't until she saw him that she realized how much she still wanted him to come home, but she needed to hate him more. April wanted to storm out of the bathroom and scream and cry and throw a fit about how much she hated him. She wanted to do all those things, but she also wanted to run into his arms and kiss him until her lips went numb.
A knock at the bathroom door jolted her back to reality, "Go away." She practically growled, but the knob turned anyway. April quickly wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill over and saw Michelangelo closing the door behind him, "I need a minute, Mikey."
"I'm sorry, Angel Cakes… He's only been here about fifteen minutes and we were so shocked we forgot you were on your way from work. I swear I wouldn't let you walk in with him here on purpose." He tried to explain. April believed Mikey. He would never hurt her for anything, "Do you want me to ask him to leave?"
April shook her head, "No, Mikey. I don't want that. I don't know what I want. I'm so mad at him and-" She buried her face in her hands and the sobs started to flow from her. Mikey put her hand on her back to comfort her, "And I'm still in love with him."
Mikey sighed and scooped April up in a hug, "I know, Angel Cakes. You've been playing tough, but I knew you weren't over him."
She laid her head on his plastron as she tried to calm her crying, "What do I do?"
"I don't think you have to figure that out right this second. Right now I need to know if you're staying for dinner or if you need me to take you home and cook there." He offered sweetly.
A smile formed on April's sad face, "I don't deserve you, Mikey."
"You deserve whatever you want." He kissed the top of her head.
"You're so good to me." She stood up straight and wiped her face, "I'm going to get through dinner and go home with my head held high. How do I look?"
"Awesomely hot." He answered with a big Mikey grin.
April laughed, "Thank you. Let's do this thing."