A/n Oh my god, I am sooo sorry guys, I no I said I would update sooner but this is really the first time I've actually managed to write it up! I will try and update more after this, please don't desert me! Lol! Thanks for all reviews! Here we go, no longer left in suspense…

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She took a deep breath. And knocked…

Michael was sat on his bed glaring at the door. Something wasn't right. Mia was taking much longer than he had expected to turn up, asking him about the letter. He was starting to panic. What if she didn't see the letter? Maybe it had fallen off her pillow and behind the bed, never to be found. He swallowed; blocking the one thought from his mind that he wished with all his strength wasn't true…

"What if she realised what I meant without getting the other half of the letter and didn't want to tell me her answer as she knew it would break me?" Michael heard himself say out loud. He hit the mattress of his bed hard in frustration. He couldn't take it any more. He took a deep breath and stood up, deciding he was going to go find out what was going on. He was shaking all over and had to take a few really deep breaths to calm himself down enough to walk to the door. He walked as confidently as he could; confidence was the key, that's what Mia's father always told him. He placed his strong hand on the shining gold door handle and let it just lie there for a while longer.

Suddenly from the other side came a strong, solid knock. He laughed, just like always, he thought. He tightened his grip on the door handle and slowly turned, and suddenly remembered to place a confident smile on his face before pulling the door open. There – looking nervous – was the love of his life. His eyes locked with hers and within the midst of the pools of sparkling silver that lay there he could see a glimmer of fear and nervousness, that he realised most likely mirrored his own.

The door slowly opened and Mia saw Michael, standing there in front of her - tall, confident and smiling. There was something about him though - he was scared too, nervous she realised but this did nothing to increase her mood. Her mind filled with thoughts. Thoughts she wanted to block as they would destroy the confident façade she erected for herself.

"This is it" an annoying voice in her head whispered, one she was trying desperately to shut out, "but are you ready for it? Are you absolutely certain you want this?" she asked herself. She took another deep breath, trying to calm herself as she was sure she was about to turn into a mound of wobbling jelly right there.

Michael knew it was finally time, he took a deep breath and began, "Mia, is everything alright?" he asked, putting a hint of concern in his voice and taking her hand in his. He led her into the room and pushed her down into a sitting position upon the bed softly. All the time she kept a small smile on her lips and didn't say anything. She knew that if she did it wouldn't make sense. "Mia, is there some reason you're here?" he asked for her needed to be sure that the reason was the one he hoped it was, the whole plan would fail if it wasn't. He saw her head turn towards him, her shaking hand reaching into a pocket, and he was sure he heard her gulp before she began to talk.

This was it, she thought, and suddenly the words were flowing, like a dam bursting from its restraints, from her mouth.

"I found this in my room a while ago. It's torn at the bottom, and I believe the torn bit is important, do you have any idea where it may be?" Mia was so nervous and was staring at the note in her hand so hard she didn't notice Michael drop to one knee. When she lowered the paper slightly she could just see the top of his head, she didn't know why, perhaps from nerves, she couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the sight of his ruffled hair. She placed the note on her knee and looked into his deep brown eyes, eyes which could suck her in so she no longer realised there was a world outside of them. She vaguely heard him take a deep breath before producing a tiny black velvet box, and then she heard his smexy, (smart and sexy) deep voice fill the room. This was the moment…

Michael took a deep breath. This was it. He opened his mouth and let the words he had practised so often in the mirror flow out of his mouth. He had wanted to say this for so many years, and now when the time had finally come for him to say them dread filled his body.

"Mia…You fill my world up, I can't imagine life without you, ever. I know we are still young, but it is you that I want, you I need and only you. Will you." he gulped hard once more, trying to get the words out… "Will you marry me?" he looked up at her with big eyes, like a dog caught in headlights. He watched her face, the sadness which shouldn't be there, the glistening tears, slowly rolling down her cheeks. They weren't tears of joy and he knew it. That smile was a sad one, one that told all he didn't want to know, didn't want to accept or even have to think about accepting. It was all too much.

"Will you marry me?" Those words, they were meant to bring joy, a joy that could never be experienced at another time. That's what everyone had told her, but that was not what it was like, not for her. It felt like her world had come crashing down around her, like it had been the last few weeks. It wasn't his fault, it was hers – that old cliché - she should be happy, she knew that, she should want to say yes, that was a given, she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but she couldn't say yes to him, not now, maybe later, but even that she couldn't be sure of. Her life was so messed up right now, she was so completely confused. Things were happening too fast and she felt like she would never be able to catch up. All at the same time, and only one person knew. She looked over to Michael's crushed face and wiped away her tears. She got off of the bed carefully and crouched down beside him, burying her face in his chest while he gently rubbed her back. She knew she had to explain. Now or else it would all just get worse, but before she could start to do so Michael spoke…

"Mia, I will love you forever, even if you're never ready to marry. I want you to know that. Please don't worry about it all, it will be fine between us. I don't ever want this to change things between us." He leant his chin on top of her head and breathed in the fresh smell of herbal essences – a smell which always seemed to calm him down, no matter what. As he was breathing in her smell he heard her say his name in a small, quiet voice.

"Michael" Mia said quietly into his strong chest. It was now or never, the rest of her life depended on what happened in the next few moments. She lifted her head out of its position on his chest and glanced up at the concerned face he bore. Letting out a deep sigh she turned away, she couldn't say this to his face. She briefly contemplated lying to him, saying how it was the age difference, but she couldn't, she would have to tell him sooner or later and she decided sooner was the better option.

Michael was starting to panic. Something wasn't right. He saw it the minute she looked up from her chest. He didn't like to see the princess of his heart like this, it scared him. He pulled her closed as sobs wracked her whole body. Whatever it was it was bad

She couldn't stop the sobs, she knew she was scaring Michael and she didn't want to do that to him. It was now or never, she thought, just say it, she mentally shouted at herself, commanding herself to do so. She held Michael's hand tightly, took a long, slow, deep breath whilst trying to calm her sobs.

Then it came…

"Michael," she breathed her voice barely audible, "I'm pregnant."

A/n: ok, so I guess you weren't expecting that! Well mayb some of you were but still. I really hope you liked this ch. Im trying to make my ch, long but I find it really hard! Any comments or advice would really help so, you see that button down there click it and amazingly you can do just that! Lovmeasiam is the best friend ever, some of this ch. Is down to her so all say thanks to her if u like it! Thanks to all reviewrs in advance! xxxx