Part 5
"Maria, I'm sorry. I just lost track of time." Michael told Maria. He was waiting for Maria to start yelling at him. But she didn't she just walked up to him and grabbed Brendan from him.
"Whatever." She told him and walked upstairs. Michael followed her as she walked to the bathroom and turned on the water to the bath tub.
"What do you mean by 'whatever'?" Michael asked her as Maria started taking off Brendan's clothes, so she could give him a bath. Maria turned her head and looked up at Michael.
"Hey, it's not it's the first time that you've been late." Maria told him while grabbing some bubbles for Brendan's bath. Michael just glared at Maria before saying something.
"God Maria." Michael said. Maria grabbed the baby seater for the bath and placed it in the bath tub. She checked the water to make sure it wasn't to hot.
"Don't 'god Maria' me. I'm just speaking the truth. It's not my fault that you can't even bring our son or yourself home on time." Maria told him while setting Brendan down in the tub and turning the water off.
"Every f*cking.." Michael was cut off by Maria.
"Don't cuss in front of Brendan." She snapped. Michael sighed and nodded his head.
"Fine! Every freaken' time we fight you always seem to bring up the same shiiii, stuff. You alway bitch and moan about me. What about you?" Michael asked her.
"What about me?" Maria asked turning to look at Michael.
"All you seem to do now a days is complain, bitch, and moan about stupid things." Michael told her while grabbing the baby shampoo and giving it to Maria.
"Well, if you didn't give me a reason, maybe I won't. Did you ever think about that, Michael? Oh wait, you usually don't think." Maria snapped. Michael glared at Maria and sat down on the toilet.
"You know what? I'm not going to deal with this. I'm leaving to my new home." Michael told her and got up. Maria watched Michael as he got up and slammed the bathroom door, making Brendan cry.
"Shhhh, it's okay baby." Maria told Brendan as tears started forming in her eye's. Brendan just continue to cry as Maria washed his hair.
On the other side of the bathroom door Michael stood there and listen to the cries of his son and wife. He sighed and couldn't help but feel responsible. Michael turned around and walked downstairs.
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After finishing Brendan's bath, Maria picked him up and dried him off. Brendan had finally stopped crying. Maria put his PJ's on and picked him up. She walked downstairs and was suprised to see Michael sitting down on the couch, waiting.
"I thought you were going to your new home." Maria told him coldy. Michael got off the couch and walked to Maria and Brendan.
"Look Maria, I hate fighting with you." Michael told her.
"Well, that suprises me." Maria said with a sigh as she switched Brendan to her other side.
"Maria! You always make rude comments like that. Even when I'm trying to say I'm sorry." Michael told her, starting to yell.
"Because that's all you do, Michael. All you seem to do is say your sorry and then you go back and do the same sh!t over again." Maria told him. Michael sighed and closed his eye's.
"Okay, okay. I get it. But Maria we have a son together. And you know as much as I do, that we love each other. We have to work this out. We need to work this out. I don't want to loose my family." Michael told her.
Maria looked into Michael's eye's. He was right, they did love each other more than anything. And they did need to work this out. But everytime they tried it would end up in a fight and make things even worse.
"Michael, I don't want to loose you either. But...." Michael cut Maria off.
"But what? There is no but's in love Maria. Love is love." Michael told her.
"I know that. It just that we always fight. And we can't stop fighting until both of us make some changes. And for us to do that...." Maria paused for a little bit. "I just think, for us to do that we need to spend some time away from each other." Maria tried to explain.
"Fine!" Michael said and started to walk away.
"Michael, please don't be mad. I love you, but...."
"But what? You don't trust me, Maria?" Michael asked her.
"No! That's not it and you know it." Maria told her.
" THEN WHAT IS IT THEN?" Michael yelled, making Brendan start crying again. Michael sighed and walked up to grab Brendan from Maria but Maria pulled away.
"God, Michael. Could we just not fight for one second? Could you not yell? Your upsetting him." Maria told Michael. Maria walked to the kitchen with Michael right behind her.
"I'm......" Maria cut him off.
"Sorry? Am I right? You're sorry. It's the same story everytime, Michael." Maria told him as she took out the milk and started to make Brendan a bottle.
"Well, what else do you want to say?" Michael asked trying his hardest not to yell over his son's voice.
"What I want for you to do is come home when you say you'll be home. What I want is for us to do is stop fighting and making our son's life horrible. And what I want is for things to be the way they use to be." Maria said the last part softly.
Michael's eye's softened and pulled Maria and Brendan into a hug. Brendan stopped crying. Michael noticed this and kissed Maria on the forehead and brushed one of her tears away.
"I know. So do I, Maria." Michael paused. "Okay, how about I stay at the apartment that I rented for a week and see how things go. After that I could come back and see how things are working out." Michae suggested.
"Michael, I don't think a week...."
"Please, Maria." Michael pleaded. Maria sighed and looked down at their son. He seemed so happy when her and Michael were together and not fighting. She then nodded her head.
"Okay a week." She agreed. Michael smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. He gave Brendan a kiss on the head and walked out of the house. Maria watched as Michael left the house. She looked over at Brendan who seemed a little sad that his daddy left.
"It's okay, baby. You'll see Daddy soon." Maria told him while getting back to fixing Brendan his bottle and putting him to bed. Maria just hoped that things would get better between her and Michael. She needed it to get better. Their son needed it.
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"Maria, I'm sorry. I just lost track of time." Michael told Maria. He was waiting for Maria to start yelling at him. But she didn't she just walked up to him and grabbed Brendan from him.
"Whatever." She told him and walked upstairs. Michael followed her as she walked to the bathroom and turned on the water to the bath tub.
"What do you mean by 'whatever'?" Michael asked her as Maria started taking off Brendan's clothes, so she could give him a bath. Maria turned her head and looked up at Michael.
"Hey, it's not it's the first time that you've been late." Maria told him while grabbing some bubbles for Brendan's bath. Michael just glared at Maria before saying something.
"God Maria." Michael said. Maria grabbed the baby seater for the bath and placed it in the bath tub. She checked the water to make sure it wasn't to hot.
"Don't 'god Maria' me. I'm just speaking the truth. It's not my fault that you can't even bring our son or yourself home on time." Maria told him while setting Brendan down in the tub and turning the water off.
"Every f*cking.." Michael was cut off by Maria.
"Don't cuss in front of Brendan." She snapped. Michael sighed and nodded his head.
"Fine! Every freaken' time we fight you always seem to bring up the same shiiii, stuff. You alway bitch and moan about me. What about you?" Michael asked her.
"What about me?" Maria asked turning to look at Michael.
"All you seem to do now a days is complain, bitch, and moan about stupid things." Michael told her while grabbing the baby shampoo and giving it to Maria.
"Well, if you didn't give me a reason, maybe I won't. Did you ever think about that, Michael? Oh wait, you usually don't think." Maria snapped. Michael glared at Maria and sat down on the toilet.
"You know what? I'm not going to deal with this. I'm leaving to my new home." Michael told her and got up. Maria watched Michael as he got up and slammed the bathroom door, making Brendan cry.
"Shhhh, it's okay baby." Maria told Brendan as tears started forming in her eye's. Brendan just continue to cry as Maria washed his hair.
On the other side of the bathroom door Michael stood there and listen to the cries of his son and wife. He sighed and couldn't help but feel responsible. Michael turned around and walked downstairs.
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After finishing Brendan's bath, Maria picked him up and dried him off. Brendan had finally stopped crying. Maria put his PJ's on and picked him up. She walked downstairs and was suprised to see Michael sitting down on the couch, waiting.
"I thought you were going to your new home." Maria told him coldy. Michael got off the couch and walked to Maria and Brendan.
"Look Maria, I hate fighting with you." Michael told her.
"Well, that suprises me." Maria said with a sigh as she switched Brendan to her other side.
"Maria! You always make rude comments like that. Even when I'm trying to say I'm sorry." Michael told her, starting to yell.
"Because that's all you do, Michael. All you seem to do is say your sorry and then you go back and do the same sh!t over again." Maria told him. Michael sighed and closed his eye's.
"Okay, okay. I get it. But Maria we have a son together. And you know as much as I do, that we love each other. We have to work this out. We need to work this out. I don't want to loose my family." Michael told her.
Maria looked into Michael's eye's. He was right, they did love each other more than anything. And they did need to work this out. But everytime they tried it would end up in a fight and make things even worse.
"Michael, I don't want to loose you either. But...." Michael cut Maria off.
"But what? There is no but's in love Maria. Love is love." Michael told her.
"I know that. It just that we always fight. And we can't stop fighting until both of us make some changes. And for us to do that...." Maria paused for a little bit. "I just think, for us to do that we need to spend some time away from each other." Maria tried to explain.
"Fine!" Michael said and started to walk away.
"Michael, please don't be mad. I love you, but...."
"But what? You don't trust me, Maria?" Michael asked her.
"No! That's not it and you know it." Maria told her.
" THEN WHAT IS IT THEN?" Michael yelled, making Brendan start crying again. Michael sighed and walked up to grab Brendan from Maria but Maria pulled away.
"God, Michael. Could we just not fight for one second? Could you not yell? Your upsetting him." Maria told Michael. Maria walked to the kitchen with Michael right behind her.
"I'm......" Maria cut him off.
"Sorry? Am I right? You're sorry. It's the same story everytime, Michael." Maria told him as she took out the milk and started to make Brendan a bottle.
"Well, what else do you want to say?" Michael asked trying his hardest not to yell over his son's voice.
"What I want for you to do is come home when you say you'll be home. What I want is for us to do is stop fighting and making our son's life horrible. And what I want is for things to be the way they use to be." Maria said the last part softly.
Michael's eye's softened and pulled Maria and Brendan into a hug. Brendan stopped crying. Michael noticed this and kissed Maria on the forehead and brushed one of her tears away.
"I know. So do I, Maria." Michael paused. "Okay, how about I stay at the apartment that I rented for a week and see how things go. After that I could come back and see how things are working out." Michae suggested.
"Michael, I don't think a week...."
"Please, Maria." Michael pleaded. Maria sighed and looked down at their son. He seemed so happy when her and Michael were together and not fighting. She then nodded her head.
"Okay a week." She agreed. Michael smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. He gave Brendan a kiss on the head and walked out of the house. Maria watched as Michael left the house. She looked over at Brendan who seemed a little sad that his daddy left.
"It's okay, baby. You'll see Daddy soon." Maria told him while getting back to fixing Brendan his bottle and putting him to bed. Maria just hoped that things would get better between her and Michael. She needed it to get better. Their son needed it.
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