Part 2
Michael sighed, they did it again. They fought over something that was nothing to begin with. He gave Maria's back on last look and went into Brendan's room. Michael picked up his son and held him in his arms.
"Shhhh, it's okay Brendan. Daddy's here." Michael told him as he rubbed his son's back and walked back and forth. Michael looked into his son's eye's, he had his mother's eye's. "I'm sorry Brendan. Me and mommy woke you up again. We don't mean to. We love each very much, as much as we love you." Michael paused. Brendan had stopped crying and seemed to be listening to his father. "We just have problems that we need to work out."
Michael noticed Brendan eye's were starting to close. He sighed and gently placed Brendan down in the crib. He gave his son a kiss on the head and gently ran his fingers over his son's face. This was Michael's last night in this house, he would have Brendan over the weekends but it wasn't the same.
He wanted Brendan with him every night. He wanted Maria with him every night. He wanted to hold her at night again. He wanted to make love to her again, to feel her lips on his. For her to whisper his name and yell his name but no in an angry way.
"Take care of your mommy for me, while I'm gone." With that Michael walked out of Brendan's room and headed downstairs.
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Maria was washing the dishes. She always seemed to clean when she was pissed. Maybe that's why the house has been so spotless lately. She heard Michael coming down the stairs and started scrubbing harder.
Michael saw the light on in the kitchen. He wanted to talk to Maria. He needed to talk to Maria. Michael sighed and walked into the kitchen and found Maria washing the dishes as if they were the most dirtiest things in the world.
He smirk at himself. He knew she cleaned when she was pissed. And the way she was cleaning the dishes, he could tell that she was very pissed. Very pissed at him. Michael stood behind Maria and waited for her to turn around.
Maria finished the dishes and placed them on the drying rack. She turned around and gasped when she bumped into Michael's chest for the second time today. Maria looked up and glared at Michael.
"Is there some reason why you have to bump into all the time?" Maria asked him.
"You are the one always bumping into me." Michael told her.
"Whatever, just stay out of my way and I won't bump into you." Maria said, as she walked around him and out of the kitchen. Michael followed Maria into the living-room. Maria started picking up Brendan's toy's off the floor, while Michael stood there watching her.
"What, Michael?" Maria asked him. Michael didn't say anything at first.
"When did we start acting like this, Maria?" Michael asked her. Maria stopped what she was doing and looked into Michael's eye's. She sighed and walked past him and up the stairs. When she reached the top she turned around.
"I don't know, Michael. I don't know." With that she walked into, what used to be their bedroom and shut the door. She wanted to slam it but she didn't want to wake up Brendan.
Michael sighed and looked at the couch that he had slept on for the past 3 weeks. He had slept on it many times before that. But he would always seem to find his way back upstairs in the middle of the night, though.
God, he missed that. He missed it so much. Michael laid down on the couch and prayed that he would be able to put his family back together. With one last sigh, he closed his eye's and went to sleep.
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Maria was woken up by her son's crying voice. She sighed and looked at the clock, it was 3 o'clock in the morning. Brendan seemed to always cry between the hours 2 and 3. If he didn't wake up between those hours, he probably wouldn't wake up until morning.
Maria sighed and looked over at the empty side of the bed. Sometimes, when Michael would actually hear Brendan crying, he would kiss Maria's forehead and tell her to go back to sleep. He would then get up and within seconds Brendan's cries would stop.
Maria shook her head and got out of bed. It was funny, she still wore Michael's old T-shirts to bed. But she was wearing short shorts with them. Maria walked into Brendan's bedroom and picked up her crying baby.
"Ooooh, what's wrong, honey?" Maria asked as she sat down on the rocking chair and rocked Brendan. Brendan didn't stop crying. "Come on, Brendan. Stop crying, please baby. For mommy." Maria sighed when Brendan didn't stop crying.
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Michael woke up from the sound of his son's voice. He was going to ignore it, when he heard Maria walk across the room and into Brendan's bedroom. But Brendan just kept crying. Michael sighed, maybe Maria didn't wake up and get him.
Michael got up and headed up the stairs and to his son's room. But when he got to the doorway, he saw Maria sitting down on the rocking chair with Brendan in her arms. Michael didn't move he just watched as Maria started to sing to Brendan.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Momma's gunna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, DADDY'S going to buy you a diamond ring." Michael chuckled at the last phrase Maria sang.
Brendan stopped crying and looked up at his mother. Maria smiled and got off the rocking chair. She placed Brendan down in his crib and turned on the music box, that Michael had bought him when Brendan was first born.
Brendan always fell asleep when Maria turned it on. And if everything failed when Maria tried to get Brendan to stop crying, she would put the music box on and Brendan would usually stop crying and just listen to the music.
Maria sat back down and listen to the music box herself. She wanted to make sure Brendan fell asleep completely before she went back to bed. Maria started falling asleep herself as the music played.
Michael noticed that Maria had fallen asleep. He hesitated before walking into the room and picking Maria up into his arms. He walked to her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Maria moaned a little but didn't wake up.
Michael put the covers over her and looked at her for a while. He didn't know how he would be able to live without her at night. Michael sighed and placed a kiss on Maria's cheek before heading back to the living-room and going back to sleep.
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Michael sighed, they did it again. They fought over something that was nothing to begin with. He gave Maria's back on last look and went into Brendan's room. Michael picked up his son and held him in his arms.
"Shhhh, it's okay Brendan. Daddy's here." Michael told him as he rubbed his son's back and walked back and forth. Michael looked into his son's eye's, he had his mother's eye's. "I'm sorry Brendan. Me and mommy woke you up again. We don't mean to. We love each very much, as much as we love you." Michael paused. Brendan had stopped crying and seemed to be listening to his father. "We just have problems that we need to work out."
Michael noticed Brendan eye's were starting to close. He sighed and gently placed Brendan down in the crib. He gave his son a kiss on the head and gently ran his fingers over his son's face. This was Michael's last night in this house, he would have Brendan over the weekends but it wasn't the same.
He wanted Brendan with him every night. He wanted Maria with him every night. He wanted to hold her at night again. He wanted to make love to her again, to feel her lips on his. For her to whisper his name and yell his name but no in an angry way.
"Take care of your mommy for me, while I'm gone." With that Michael walked out of Brendan's room and headed downstairs.
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Maria was washing the dishes. She always seemed to clean when she was pissed. Maybe that's why the house has been so spotless lately. She heard Michael coming down the stairs and started scrubbing harder.
Michael saw the light on in the kitchen. He wanted to talk to Maria. He needed to talk to Maria. Michael sighed and walked into the kitchen and found Maria washing the dishes as if they were the most dirtiest things in the world.
He smirk at himself. He knew she cleaned when she was pissed. And the way she was cleaning the dishes, he could tell that she was very pissed. Very pissed at him. Michael stood behind Maria and waited for her to turn around.
Maria finished the dishes and placed them on the drying rack. She turned around and gasped when she bumped into Michael's chest for the second time today. Maria looked up and glared at Michael.
"Is there some reason why you have to bump into all the time?" Maria asked him.
"You are the one always bumping into me." Michael told her.
"Whatever, just stay out of my way and I won't bump into you." Maria said, as she walked around him and out of the kitchen. Michael followed Maria into the living-room. Maria started picking up Brendan's toy's off the floor, while Michael stood there watching her.
"What, Michael?" Maria asked him. Michael didn't say anything at first.
"When did we start acting like this, Maria?" Michael asked her. Maria stopped what she was doing and looked into Michael's eye's. She sighed and walked past him and up the stairs. When she reached the top she turned around.
"I don't know, Michael. I don't know." With that she walked into, what used to be their bedroom and shut the door. She wanted to slam it but she didn't want to wake up Brendan.
Michael sighed and looked at the couch that he had slept on for the past 3 weeks. He had slept on it many times before that. But he would always seem to find his way back upstairs in the middle of the night, though.
God, he missed that. He missed it so much. Michael laid down on the couch and prayed that he would be able to put his family back together. With one last sigh, he closed his eye's and went to sleep.
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Maria was woken up by her son's crying voice. She sighed and looked at the clock, it was 3 o'clock in the morning. Brendan seemed to always cry between the hours 2 and 3. If he didn't wake up between those hours, he probably wouldn't wake up until morning.
Maria sighed and looked over at the empty side of the bed. Sometimes, when Michael would actually hear Brendan crying, he would kiss Maria's forehead and tell her to go back to sleep. He would then get up and within seconds Brendan's cries would stop.
Maria shook her head and got out of bed. It was funny, she still wore Michael's old T-shirts to bed. But she was wearing short shorts with them. Maria walked into Brendan's bedroom and picked up her crying baby.
"Ooooh, what's wrong, honey?" Maria asked as she sat down on the rocking chair and rocked Brendan. Brendan didn't stop crying. "Come on, Brendan. Stop crying, please baby. For mommy." Maria sighed when Brendan didn't stop crying.
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Michael woke up from the sound of his son's voice. He was going to ignore it, when he heard Maria walk across the room and into Brendan's bedroom. But Brendan just kept crying. Michael sighed, maybe Maria didn't wake up and get him.
Michael got up and headed up the stairs and to his son's room. But when he got to the doorway, he saw Maria sitting down on the rocking chair with Brendan in her arms. Michael didn't move he just watched as Maria started to sing to Brendan.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Momma's gunna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, DADDY'S going to buy you a diamond ring." Michael chuckled at the last phrase Maria sang.
Brendan stopped crying and looked up at his mother. Maria smiled and got off the rocking chair. She placed Brendan down in his crib and turned on the music box, that Michael had bought him when Brendan was first born.
Brendan always fell asleep when Maria turned it on. And if everything failed when Maria tried to get Brendan to stop crying, she would put the music box on and Brendan would usually stop crying and just listen to the music.
Maria sat back down and listen to the music box herself. She wanted to make sure Brendan fell asleep completely before she went back to bed. Maria started falling asleep herself as the music played.
Michael noticed that Maria had fallen asleep. He hesitated before walking into the room and picking Maria up into his arms. He walked to her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Maria moaned a little but didn't wake up.
Michael put the covers over her and looked at her for a while. He didn't know how he would be able to live without her at night. Michael sighed and placed a kiss on Maria's cheek before heading back to the living-room and going back to sleep.
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