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Chapter 26

Shay

I love kids. I do. But pregnancies are the most frustrating part of having a child. For weeks I been ill. My daughter keeps asking why, and I keep avoiding the question. Michael and I still haven't talked to her about her new sibling. And knowing her she's going to despise the thought of not being the only princess in the house. For a four year old she sure is a spoiled girl. Michael I blame all the way. But she has her moments of kindness. Looking at my daughter who was drawing at her mini table that was in the corner of the living room I smiled. Michaela really was rescued by him? I ask that question everyday. It still goes unanswered. Maybe it will forever be unanswered.

"Okay im ready." I heard my husband say. Looking over towards our bedroom I saw him standing in the door. He had a police uniform on. Handcuffs, a gun, and a radio all around his waist. I stared at him then looked away. "Are you still mad at me?"

I kept silent. I stared at him. "Shay it's a job. I needed a job." He said. He got to the breakfast bar. And peered at me threw the glassless window that looks into the kitchen, where I was at. "Shay please don't be mad."

"Im not mad." I lied. I stared at my daughter, not daring to meet his eyes. When he got into my view I shifted my eyes away from him then at him. He was staring at me with a frown. "You always sucked at lying."

"So what. Just go already."

"Not until I know for sure your okay with this." He laid his hands on his hips. Glowering at me. Obviously irritated at me.

"Of course im not going to be okay with it Michael!" I snapped. "Just go already. Your going to be late for your stupid job."

Michael stared at me with a stern look. "Go!" I growled. I saw that Michael didn't want to go, but he was fuming at this point. He grabbed his jacket then slammed the door on his way out. I stared at the door with agitation. Why did we have to have so many fights? We didn't always fight like this….. Remembering our past lives I bit my lip to hold back some emotional feelings. Stupid pregnancy. "Mommy…" I turned my attention over to my daughter who was holding her favorite stuffed cat. Michael had bought for her last year. She's been attached to it since. "Are you and daddy fighting?" Her eyes grew wanly. I sucked in a breath before going to her. Picking her up I smiled. "Lets get you dressed. Grandma is going to be here soon."

She gave me a smile. "Okay."

When I put the chicken in the oven I heard the door close. Michael. Turning I saw Michael looking tired then ever. "How was it?"

"Why do you care? You hate it remember?" He grumbled. I frowned. "I may hate the damn job but I care for my husband."

"That's surprising." He mumbled.

I grew pissed off now. Im pregnant. Im sick. I have to take care of a child. Take care of a house. Take care of a whole lot of paper work before next week plus cook dinner. My jaw set. "You know what Michael you can fix your own damn dinner!" I yelled.

"Maybe I will! It probably wont be burned!"

"Excuse me!? I cook, clean, take care of a child on top of that do my own work and you want to complain about my cooking!? Fine I burn crap! I told you right from the beginning I wasn't that good!"

"Would stop complaining jeez. I just got home!" He snapped.

Anger boiled over me. I threw down the spoon on the stove making a loud clanking sound. "Fine! Make your own goddamn meals from now on!"

"Fine! You can make the money for the family then!" He shouted angrily.

We both were to into our fight that we didn't even notice Claire and Michaela standing at the kitchen doorway. When we did we both turned away from each other. Michael turned to the stove. I turned to Michaela and Claire. I smiled. "Hi sweetie."

Michaela stared at me, then at her dad with frightened eyes. She said nothing. I looked at Claire. "Thanks mom for taking her today. Was she good."

"The best teacher assistant ever." She smiled then looked at her son and me. "Are you guys okay?"

I smiled. "Great. Never better."

Michael turned, leaned against the stove. "Yeah. Just wonderful." He said flatly. Claire stared at us with unsure eyes then smiled at Michaela. Kissed her head then said her goodbyes. Once she left Michael and I glared at each other then stopped talking completely. At dinner no one talked. It was just quiet. With sickening tension lingering about. Michaela threw her fork down when she stood. "I cant take this!"

Me and Michael shot looks at our daughter. "Sit down and eat Michaela." Michael told.

"No!"

"Michaela please not now-"

"I hate it when you two fight. I may be four but I know when my parents hate each other."

"We don't hate each other." Michael said.

"We're just not seeing eye to eye right now. Now please dear just eat." I said.

She glared at us. Grabbed her plate then climbed up on a stool at the break fast table. She took a bite. At least she was eating.

Weeks passed. Michael and I hardly talk. When we do we usually get into fights. I don't know what to do honestly. I don't know how long I can hold on. Michaela refuses to talk to us. She ran away from the day care center twice to go to Claire's. She's been really rebellious lately, Michael and I should take the blame since we've been fighting in front of her. We don't cuddle. We don't hug. We don't even kiss each other anymore. It feels like it's the end for us. Divorce approaching fast, but I never wanted that. I sat on my bed, covering my face. Tears came out as I cried softly trying not to wake up the stranger behind me. I couldn't control it though, I stood up and went for the bathroom. I finally let it out. Sitting on closed toilet my tears poured out. Feeling heartbreak in my chest. It feels like I already lost him. He's to far to catch him….why did I have to yell at him. Why couldn't I have been supportive like a wife should be….. I guess I was a bit loud since Michael came in the bathroom. He was off today. I was trying to let him sleep in. He stared at me. I turned my face the other way, swiping the tears away before getting up. I washed my face and quickly passed him. "Shay are you okay."

I nodded silently. Not trusting my voice. "Shay…." He began but sighed. "Whatever." He closed the door after saying that. My heart broke all over again. I got dressed but didn't move from the bed. I held a picture of Michael and Michaela. He was holding her. She was smiling like a pampered princess would. He was smiling an angelic smile. The smile he put on all the time for me. Too young my dad had told me. I wasn't ready. My mother warned. Did I listen? No. I should of though. Maybe I wouldn't hurt so bad.

"Shay why are you just sitting there?" Michael asked as he got on his shirt. He was in sweats already. I bit my lip before sniffing.

"Michael…" I began. "I been thinking… We've become strangers recently….maybe we should just…do what I never wanted to do…"

"Are you talking about…Divorce?"

I nodded slowly. I hugged the picture. "We hardly talk. We don't kiss. We don't cuddle. We don't love one another. We're hurting Michaela in all this…." I covered my face, feeling tears overwhelm me again. "I don't know what to do Michael…" I choked. I couldn't hold back. I laid the picture on the bed then made my way to the bathroom but was stopped in the process. I kept my face covered when Michael stood in front of me. I turned my back towards him. "How could we bring a baby into this world now…?" I sobbed. "I don't want this….I-I-"

I felt his hands on my shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner Shay?" He asked.

I swiped my tears off my face. "Because…I don't know…We weren't speaking to one another-" I sniffed. His arms wrapped around my shoulders he held tight. His forehead laid against my head. "Im sorry." I head him say. "Im sorry." He said again sounding like he was beginning to cry. "Im so sorry Shay." He held me closer as he started to break. "I'll quite the job if it upsets you. I'll cook or clean for you. I'll do whatever….just please don't leave…" He begged in a pained voice. "Please… Shay…" I felt his body shaking as he held me tight. Turning around in his arms I saw Michael looking down at me. He looked scared. His eyes were full of tears that made it to his face.

"I-I thought you wanted to leave me though." I said. I watched him shake his head. He wiped his tears. He made effort to smile. "How could I ever leave you. You silly girl." His hands held mine.

"All those fights made it seem like-"

"Shay… fights are just that. We get pissed off then say sorry late on…" He swiped at his face. Making his eyes redder. "I just didn't know you were thinking divorce."

I looked down, then back up at him. "I don't want a divorce Michael….." I felt tears swell up again. I leaned against his chest. His arms wrapped tight around me. "I love you too much." I cried. I felt his hands in my hair, stroking it as he held me tighter. His head laid on my shoulder.

"I love you to Shay…I love you so much….No matter how mad I get. How bad things get…I love you…." He said.

We pulled apart to look at one another. I gave him a small smile. Wiped his tears. He wiped mine. "Im-Im sorry to. Its your job I know. And I should get over it but….I was just scared."

"Of what." He sat back on the bed leaning against the headboard. He pulled me onto his lap. I laid my head in the crane of his neck. "Of you being killed on site. I mean one wrong move and your gone…."

He laid his chin against my head. "How about I keep the job till I can find another."

"I-if you want. I don't want to be controlling." I said.

"Since when?" He asked.

"Since now." I frowned. "I don't want you to leave me…..I don't want to give you a reason for leaving…"

"Shay…I went through the friend stage with you. I survived it. I went though the boyfriend stage with you. I survived it-"

"Not really Mr. Im not good enough for you. I can do better."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay fine I made a wrong mistake but I came back."

"Anyways…"

"Anyways I went through mainly every stage. I can certainly go through the marriage stage. I fell in love with your controlling, aggressive, tell it like it is, but also can cry if she feels up to it personality. You should know this by now."

I gave him a smile. "Sometimes I just like to be reminded."

Michael

A few weeks passed since Shay and I made up, since then we've been closer than ever. The best few weeks of my life. Make up sex was always the best. Besides us being inseparable Michaela has been better. She even brought over a friend. To my surprise it was a boy. Coming home from work I saw the boy sitting across the table from Michaela. They both stared at their cards intently. Oh lord. I came into the kitchen to see Shay's pale face smiling at me. "Hey." She greeted. I gave her a long kiss on her lips of my greeting of hey. She smiled at me. "Had a good day huh?"

"Great now that im with you. So who's the kid." I looked out the kitchen glassless window that peered into the living room.

She laid a plate of sandwiches on the breakfast bar. She took a carrot out of the bag that laid on the counter. She bit it. "His name is Dylan. His big sister dropped him off on her way to her friends house."

"I see. Who's his sister?"

"Natalie something. I think her last name is Colleens. Sort of like you last name but spelt different." She said, biting into another carrot. I gave her a long look till she caught me looking. "What?"

"Sorry just….why are you eating carrots?"

"Only thing that I can hold down….and their good. I forgot how much I loved these things."

"Oh I remember. You always came to my house and ate them….."

Shay chuckled with a smile. "Now I remember."

I stared at the two kids in the living room. "Great I have rugrats invading my living room. Now how am I supposed to relax."

"We could always relax with them playing in Michaela's room."

"No boys in her room Shay! that's how you and I got started. No. no. noooo."

Shay laughed. "Michael they don't even know what that is."

"Play house with a girl and it sure changes you."

She rolled her eyes. "You men I swear. You take away child innocence."

"No you girls do by developing boobs that us men go haywire when close to them."

She raised her brow. "Don't worry only your boobs do that to my man brain." She smiled, pleased. Women. So hard to please sometimes. I yawned. "Well I might go take a nap." before I went I saw Shay stare into a daze. Her face I now noticed was a bit red. I laid my hand on hers. "You have a fever."

She looked up at me with a smile. "Im okay. Really. Its just a small fever. Nothing big. Go on and rest. Im getting take out for dinner. What do you want?"

"You in that bed."

She blushed. "I meant food wise."

I rolled my eyes. "Not like that perverted mama. I meant go get some rest. I can handle the food and what not."

She looked up at me then down at her last bite of carrot. "I don't know about leaving you with kids."

"You leave me with Michaela don't you?"

"Im still having mixed feelings about that." She winked before kissing my cheek. "I don't want to go food though."

"Want me to make you something?"

"These days I don't know if I can eat anything." She frowned. I laid my hand on her head. I kissed her forehead then led her out of the kitchen to our bedroom. "I'll search for some food that you may eat. I know you get sick at the sight of meat, Chili smell makes you woozy. Chinese makes you puke, instantly." I recalled the time where Shay was pregnant with Michaela, I got her Chinese for the night and she got my shoes a different coat of color. Never been able to go back to those shoes again.

"Fried chicken? Oh no fast food." She laid a hand on my cheek. "I don't have to eat…..Im fine really."

"Oh hell no. you are eating. Whatever works. Now go get some rest. I got this."

She gave me a smile. "Your reassurance is lacking."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence honey. So glad you believe in me. Now go." I scooted her in the room with a pat on her rear which. She popped her head back out before I shut it. "Make sure Michaela gets a bath. And eats all of her food. Also make sure you get her to bed on time this time."

I smiled. "I got this."

She sighed. "Still lacking hun. I'll just take a cat nap." She closed the door. Leaving me feeling so rejected.

You just gotta love her.

A night after handling kids, food, cleaning and Michaela got me appreciating my wife a lot more. All I do all day is sit, waiting for crimes. But Shay does all this on top of her school assistant job. Looking at my sleeping wife I sat the glass of milk down along with the shrimp and fish I made her. This time I really made it. Michaela was easy to put to bed so I had time to spare. I sat beside her. I saw a book flipped open under her. I was a book about pregnancy. I closed it up, placed it on the table then rubbed her back. I softly kissed her cheek, head and neck till her eyes fluttered open. "Hm?"

"Hey sweetie. I have some food for you."

"I can eat later…." She mumbled, turning over. I frowned. I pulled her up a little. "You haven't ate at all today. So eat. I made shrimp. And fish." She stared at me with a dazed face. Still sleepy. "Sleep Michael…." She closed her eyes. I shook her gently. Her eyes opened up a little. "Sleep….." Her eyes closed back. I stared at her, feeling worried. She's never acted this way….

"Like what I did to her?" I heard a voice say, looking behind me I saw the unexpected. My biological mother. Kim. I widened my eyes. "Your dead." I said.

"Yeah….about that….you see Im not. Jin saved me. Gave me this sleeping powder too." She smiled, wiggling a bag at me. "One touch of this…and it'll make you sleep instantly. I looked at her then at my knocked out wife. "She'll be out for a while. A long while."

I glared at her. "You leave my wife alone!"

Just then I saw the door open. Revealing a smaller version of Shay coming in, rubbing her eyes. "Daddy I had a bad dream…." Before I even knew what happened I saw Kim holding my daughter who looked scared. Her little legs kicking back and forth as she struggled free. "Let her go!" I shouted.

Kim smiled. "Me and my grand daughter have some catching up to do. Stay there." She winked. I jerked forward, trying to go after her but my legs wouldn't move. I stared at my legs in frustration then saw Kim laughing. "You'll be there till im gone alrighty."

"Daddy!" I heard my daughter cry out as she was taken. Kim fled out the window, flying in the sky. When the hell did she get flying magic? I jerked forward once more to only hit my face on the floor. Groaning, holding my face I moved to my knees. "Well I can move now." I sighed then went to Shay. I shook her a bit. She just kept sleeping. "Damn it." I laid her back down then stared out the blackness. Feeling anger boil inside me. Stupid damn woman! I growled. Dialing the number my fingers shook I held the phone up to my ear. Impatiently hearing ringing after ringing. On the forth ring I heard a voice come in. "Hello?" Mitzuki.

"Mitz. Its Michael. Where's mom and dad?"

"Going to bed."

"Stop them! Tell them its an emergency. Im coming over."

"What? Why?"

"Hard to say. Look its just Shays passed out and my daughter's just been kidnapped by my vampire demonic mother!"

I heard the movements on the other line till I heard my fathers voice. "Michael?"

"Dad. Hey."

"Mitz told us. Bring Shay. We'll plan out something."

"Okay." I hung up. Looked at my passed out wife. Her face was red. I laid my hand on her head. "Great. Another fever." I somehow got her on my back, in the car then on my parents sofa. I turned to my wide eyed parents and to my worried sisters and brother.

"Kim….She's back…."

Dun. Dun. Dun! Lol. Kim is back baby! Next chap….completely epic.

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-Miki-