This is about Michelle between seasons 3 and 4
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with 24
Michelle had gone through he normal nightly routine and she was finally getting to bed. She lay down and closed her eyes praying that she would be able to fall asleep. Before she know it she was crying, nights where the hardest since the divorce. She missed her husband so much. She wished he could cuddle her as they slept like he use to, she wished she could fell his warm breath on the back of her neck as they slept again, she even wished to have one of those nights where he couldn't sleep and would ended up, some how, kneeing her in the back as he rolled over. She wished that he was here with her right now. But that would never happen, and she knew very well that on nights like this, when she was thinking about him constantly there was only one way to get to sleep.
She walked into her bathroom and took a deep breath before opening the medicine cabinet and taking out a sleeping pill. She had nights like this at least two times a week, she no longer need water to get the pills down. She closed the medicine cabinet and looked at her self in the mirror and wiped away a few tears then brushed her dark straight hair.
She thought to herself, 'He treated you like dirt! Stop crying, you shouldn't miss him."
She looked at the medicine bottle, she didn't know why it said "Michelle Almeida" she did know that it made her want to cry again.
She put her head in her hands, "but he was such a great husband, before, before everything fell apart."
She laid back down in bed and soon, luckily, fell asleep.
Her dream basically took place in the third person; it was like she was watching herself. She walked into a pink room decorated for a baby and walked over to the crib and picked up a crying baby.
Michelle said to the baby, "Don't cry, mommy's here. You're hungry aren't you? Lets go get you something to eat."
She walked into the kitchen and saw her husband reading the newspaper.
"Tony, sweetie, take Lauren for a moment while I get her breakfast." Michelle said.
He walked over to her, took Lauren and smiled, "glad to."
He sat down on the couch and played with Lauren, Michelle smiled as he did, she got the baby food out and warmed up her bottle.
Tony says to Lauren "How old are you? How old?" he smiles at her.
She holds up one finger and says "One."
"That's right Laurie," he tickles her feet and she giggles right before he picked her up and carried her to her high chair.
He puts her in the high chair "You know Michelle, she doesn't have a huge vocabulary, but I really think she's doing very well with picking up words."
Michelle laughs and looks at Tony as she puts Lauren's bib on, "Everyday for the last three months we've said to her, 'You're almost one'."
Tony says, "Well I still think she's smart."
"Me too."
"And I think we should have another," Tony says randomly, they had never even talked about this before.
Michelle stopped feeding the baby and looked up at him "really?"
"Yeah-" Tony started talking but a loud beeping sound interrupted him.
She opened her eyes and hit the snooze button on the alarm clock. She felt forming in her eyes, knowing that nothing like that could ever happen to her, he was gone.
Night where the hardest, but mornings where a close second.
