Michael's POV

It was the same nightmare I had been having for weeks, every night since I met her, and every night it seemed to get more and more realistic. Some nights it would be her makeup, some nights it would be the way her clothes hugged every curve of her gorgeous body, but every night it ended the exact same way, her getting shot in the back and me standing there doing nothing. It would always start off with her doing some dumb mission to help me, then getting herself shot because I wasn't there to help her, and the way she just looked at me as she laid on the ground dying and whispering my name and I always woke up at the sound of another gun shot, in a cold sweat looking around for any sign of her. Usually when I woke up from these dreams I'd be in bed alone or with Amanda and all I could do was text her and wait for a response to clear my mind, even though I knew it was just a dream, but today was different.

I woke up from that horrible dream again, for what seemed like the billionth night in a row, this night's dream had been even more realistic than usual with her, this time she was wearing the earrings I had given her and she had her hair down, just how I liked it and her eyes were even more piercing as she whispered my name as she got shot in the back, but the difference this time was I almost saw who had shot her, but I couldn't make out who it was. I woke with a scream and almost shot straight up in the bed except something was holding me down.

It was a blonde with her head on my chest and her arms wrapped around me. It was Blondie herself, and I quickly looked her over to make sure she didn't have any bullet holes in her, which thankfully she didn't. I let out a sigh as I realized she was safe and in my arms and I surprisingly didn't wake her from my episode, I gave her a kiss on the forehead and I swear I saw her smile in her sleep. For the first time in a long time I was content and I could almost say I was happy, which was something I hadn't felt in years. No, I didn't know why on fucking earth she was with a man like me, a girl as beautiful and smart as her, but I wasn't going to question it. If for some crazy reason she wanted to be with a fat old drunk when she could do so much better, who was I to tell her any different? No, I wasn't going to question it, I was just going to go with it until she finally realized she could do better or got tired of me or until I got her killed, and I hoped it wasn't that last one, I really hoped it wasn't that last one. I reached over and began to stroke her hair as she slept, admiring the view. I could get used to waking up to this every morning.

"I haven't even been gone a week and you already moved your whore in." That voice. That fucking voice ruining a perfectly beautiful moment. Amanda, of course. She was leaned in the doorway staring in disgust at the sight before her.

"What do you want Amanda?" I whispered, trying not to wake Lauren up, because all I needed was two angry women in my room this early in the morning.

"What is she some cheap street walker you picked up last night? She spent the night so you must have paid her because who would willingly spend a night with you?" She said looking blondie up and down with disgust.

"She's not a hooker now what do you want? I'm sure you didn't come here JUST to fucking insult me." I said putting my hands over my face and running them through my hair, it was going to be a long day.

"I need to discuss a few things with you." She said eyeballing Lauren, "Alone."

"Go down to the kitchen, I'll be there in a minute and we can talk." I said trying to unwrap myself from the blonde's grip without waking her. Amanda turned around and left for the kitchen as I got up and threw some clothes on, because I'm sure this was a conversation she didn't want to have naked, and made my way down to the kitchen while Lauren slept on.

"Who is she Michael?" Amanda said as I stepped foot in the kitchen, sitting at the table.

"She's a friend."

"Friends don't usually sleep with friends Michael." Amanda said, unamused at my attempt to brush it off.

"Alright, so she's more than a friend. It's not like you haven't had more than your fair share of 'friends' before, and besides if I remember correctly you fucking left right?" I said, feeling my temper start to flare.

"I'm not here to discuss your indiscretions with whores Michael, I'm here because," she paused and pulled a paper out of her purse she had slung across the kitchen chair, "I want a divorce." A divorce. It took me a few seconds to process those words through my brain. I knew it had been coming for a while now, hell, everyone thought it should have happened years ago, but here I was, dumbfounded by the paperwork in front of me. It was finally happening, I was going to be free after all these years.

"Michael?" She said bringing me out of my trance.

"She isn't a whore."

"What?" She asked, looking at me like I was stupid.

"She isn't some whore I picked up off of the street. I've been seeing her for a while now, and guess what? She doesn't think I'm some fucking pathetic fat asshole like you do, she actually loves me you know, something I think you never did." I said finally letting all of my bottled up anger out towards her, and it felt good, it felt like a relief.

"Do you love her Michael?" She asked calmly, ignoring my outburst and catching me completely off guard.

"I-I-I do love her Amanda. I love her a lot actually." I said, finally admitting to her and the world how I really felt.

"Well, I hope you are both just fucking happy together then," She said angrily, slapping the paper in front of me, "Read over them, or don't, I don't care. Just have them signed and I'll be back tomorrow to get them, and maybe I'll bring the kids to meet their new step mother, who isn't that much older them." She said slamming her chair back with a huff and walking towards the door.

"BYE AMANDA!" I screamed out as she slammed the door behind her, I poured a glass of whiskey and chugged it down, it was finally happening, it was finally over. I heard footsteps from the steps and saw blondie coming towards me wearing nothing but my dress shirt and a smile on her face.

"Well Blondie, I got some news for you." I said as I pushed my chair back and patted my lap for her to sit down and pouring her a glass of whiskey.

"What's the occasion for drinking at ten in the morning Mikey?" She asked as she took a seat.

"Well, I've got some good news for you blondie, It looks like it's just going to be us from now on." I said sliding the papers towards her. I watched her skim through them, I saw the grin appear on her face as she read through them.

"Mikey, is this real?" She said, suddenly the grin on her face fading.

"You're fucking A' right it's real, now why such the sad face?" I asked confused.

"I'm sorry you're getting a divorce Michael I really am, I mean, it's great for us, but still it sucks for you I know." She said wrapping her arms around my neck.

"It needs to be done, it's been over for a while, but now it is officially done for. And with that out of the way it leaves even more time for me to spend with you baby, and you can bet your ass I'm spending every moment of it with you blondie, because I love you baby."