Chapter Nine: I gotta think about it.
"I gotta think about it Mike." Haylie said as she walked out of her home and just walking to somewhere to get some fresh air, and to get away from her now crazy husband.
When she managed to walk to the park that was like three blocks away from her home, she thanked the Lord that no one was there, so she sat on the edge of the fountain, ran both of her hands through her blond hair, then rested those hands on her soon to be not flat stomach. "Just please hope that this doesn't end up determining if he's the father via the paternity test." Haylie muttered as she felt like she was going to cry.
A few minutes—or a few hours in Haylie's case—has passed as she looked up to the sky to realize that night has fallen and she should really should be heading back home. When she just walked up to the door, she heard the muffled sounds of the song Sorry by Daughtry…ergh, how did he know so much of her favourite songs? I should really keep my iTunes away from him Haylie thought as she stepped inside the home, she saw rose pedals up the staircase, so she did what most people would've done and followed those pedals up the stairs and she saw that it was leading to her room, which the door was partially opened, so she opened the door to see Mike on his knees carrying a bouquet of red roses with a banner on the ceiling When I say I'm sorry, will you forgive me?
"You went all out just for me to simply forgive you?" Haylie asked.
"Yeah—I'm terribly sorry for what I said earlier, I'll never say something like that ever again, just please forgive me, I don't know what I would do without you." Mike said.
Haylie just stood in front of her husband, thinking about her options: 1. Forgive him, and risk lying to you and continues what he's done, or don't forgive him and witness him actually telling the truth? So she decided to be the stupid person that she normally is, and walked towards him and hugged him, saying. "Yes I forgive you."
How do I know that's an awful?
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The Next Day
Haylie woke up suddenly not getting morning sickness Great, this is telling me that I'm going to get it later in the day….Haylie trailed her thought off as she groggily got out of her bed and got changed into her "comfort" outfit which was a white tank top underneath a hot pink and black Bench sweater and black sweat pants as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen where she sees Mike cooking some breakfast…..hopefully without burning the food or burning the house.
"Did you burn it yet?" Haylie asked as she sat on one of the chairs near the table.
"Why? You like burnt food?" Mike asked. "Because I would gladly do that for you."
"Ew no, I hate burnt food, I just wanted to know if you burnt the food so I could classify you as a horrible cook." Haylie said.
"Oh very nice of you." Mike said sarcastically.
"So, what exactly are you making?" Haylie asked, now curious to see what Mike was making….and hoping that it was actually good.
"Pancakes….or something along that line." Mike replied.
"If you poison me somehow, I'll hold you very responsible for your death." Haylie said.
"So now you're going to be a pregnant murder, is that what you want to do with your life?" Mike asked.
"Why yes, yes it is." Haylie said.
"Really?" Mike asked.
"No, I was being sarcastic moronic being." Haylie said.