A/N: Haha, I am so the only person on here writing Desperate Housewives fics. LOL Oh well, as long as you guys are having fun with it, then so am I.


The week flew by, and soon Mike and Susan were in Dr. Morganstern's office, Susan lying on a bed as the doctor checked out her stomach, and Mike sitting next to her. Susan felt a touch of anger when she noticed Dr. Morganstern glance appreciatively at Mike.

"So is this the father?" she asked, smiling at Mike.

"He is," Susan said shortly. She did not like the looks the doctor was giving Mike at all.

"Well, you've got a handsome one," she said. "Your baby would be lucky to get his looks." Susan was becoming increasingly annoyed.

"As long as it doesn't get his morals," she said bitterly, and Mike's head snapped up in surprise. "He likes to lie a lot."

"Susan, not now," Mike growled warningly. Susan stayed quiet, and Dr. Morganstern looked uncomfortable.

"Well," she said, clearing her throat. "Everything appears to be normal, I'm just going to run these tests, I'll be back in a few minutes." The doctor quickly left the room to escape the mounting tension.

"What the hell is your problem?" Mike hissed, glaring at Susan. "Was that necessary?"

"She was hitting on you!" Susan hissed back, turning red.

"She was not."

"Oh, really. Let me see, Mike. 'You've got a handsome one,'" she mocked. "Oh, and 'Your baby would be lucky to get his looks?' Please."

"Jealous, much?" Mike said, smirking.

"I am not jealous," Susan said rather unconvincingly. "I just don't think it's appropriate for the doctor to be openly admiring the father of one of her patients' babies. So wipe that smirk of your face," she finished, smirking herself.

"If you say so," he chuckled, nudging her side.

"I say so," Susan murmured, growing nervous as Mike leaned closer.

"Susan," he whispered. She pulled away as he was leaning in to kiss her.

"Mike," she said softly. "Don't." Mike sighed and pulled away just as the doctor was coming back in. Susan glanced at him, but he was glaring at the floor.

"Well, everything is fine," Dr. Morganstern said brightly. "You don't need to be back here for another four weeks, unless you feel something isn't right. Just make an appointment at the front desk before you leave," she finished, smiling at both of them. When she left the room again, Susan and Mike glanced at each other.

"You should go wait outside while I change," Susan suggested, sitting up. Mike sighed, but tried to lighten the mood again.

"Come on, Susan, it's nothing I haven't seen before," he joked.

"Mike, please," she sighed. He glanced at her, hurt, before he walked out the door.

"I'll be in the car," he threw over his shoulder. Susan got dressed quickly, then went out to make her appointment. When she got into Mike's car, she could tell he was angry. He didn't say one word to her as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

"Listen, Mike," she said, laying her hand on his arm, but he jerked it away and glared at the road.

"Did you make your appointment?" he asked instead, still not looking at her.

"Yeah, it's on the 24th," Susan said, shaking her head.

"Good, I'll be there," he replied.

"Mike, we need to talk," Susan persisted. They had reached Susan's house, and he pulled into her driveway.

"What, like you didn't say enough back at the clinic?" he snapped, sitting back in his seat. "Actually, you said very little, but your actions spoke louder than any words could," he finished. Susan growled to herself, and grabbed his chin with her hand, forcing him to look at her.

"We need to talk, you stubborn ass," she said again. "Inside, now." Susan got out of the car and went around to Mike's side, waiting for him to get out. He sighed and climbed out, following Susan into her house. Once they were inside, Mike sat down on the couch and sighed.

"Susan," he started, but she cut him off.

"I told you I couldn't do this," Susan said quietly. "You cannot try to kiss me like nothing happened, you just can't."

"I'm not trying to pretend that nothing happened," Mike protested. "I just refuse to believe that it's over between us."

"It has to be," she replied.

"Why?"

"Because you kept things from me. Karl kept things from me, and I can't do that again."

"If you would just let me explain everything…" Mike trailed off, and Susan finally looked into his eyes. There was pain there, mirroring her own, and something inside of her softened.

"Ok," she said softly, surprising herself. She was not a surprised as Mike was.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Tell me what happened. I promise I'll listen." Mike took a deep breath and looked down, then started talking after a moment. He talked for over 15 minutes, explaining everything to her. He told her why he came to Wisteria Lane, his investigations into Deirdre's death, even about his wife. When he was done, he sat there quietly, waiting for her reaction. "Is that everything?" Susan asked, taking his hand.

"Yes, though I can't promise there aren't more secrets from my past. But my offer still stands. Ask me anything you want," he replied. Susan bit her lip, thinking.

"Are you really a plumber?"

"Yes," he replied easily.

"Have you found anything out about Deirdre?"

"Not a lot," he sighed. "But I'm getting closer." Susan paused before asking her next question.

"What do you think of me?" Mike smiled at the familiar question she had asked him once before. He decided to give her the same response as before and leaned in and kissed her swiftly. When he pulled away, Susan's eyes were closed.

"I love you," he finally replied. "I never lied about that, I promise." Susan smiled as she looked into Mike's eyes, then leaned in and kissed him again. It was meant to be a gentle kiss, but it quickly became more passionate as Mike pressed her against the back of the couch and started kissing her neck. Susan sighed softly and he stood up and lifted her off the couch. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled away briefly, smiling at Mike. He smiled back, then kissed her again, and walked up the familiar stairs to her bedroom.

TBC...


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