A/N: HI YOU GUYS. I KNOW IT'S BEEN FOREVER. Ugh, I'm so sorry I don't update as much as I should! I really do mean to update more often! But with work, and school, and studying, it's just so hard! But I have this week off because of Christmas, so I finally have time to update! Enjoy chapter fourteen!

Chapter 14

Eve went home to Mike the next morning. She couldn't stay away from him, and she knew that he needed help. This was the love of her life, and if you truly love someone, you don't ever walk away from them. No matter how hard things get.

She walked into their home to see Mike still on the couch, the same spot he was in when she had left last night. He began to stir, and held his head in pain as he sat up. "Eve?" He questioned; his voice raspy as he ran a hand through his hair. His head was pounding. "I thought you left."

Eve sighed, running a hand through her hair roughly, she loved him, but he was driving her crazy lately. She just wanted her old Mikey back, but in her head, she had a feeling that he was long gone. Her heart told her another thing, though. It told her that her Mikey was still somewhere deep down inside of the man she was standing in front of her right now, and he was waiting to be saved.

"I came back because I love you Mikey." She calmly replied. "I don't want to walk away from you; I don't want to walk away from this engagement. I love you with all I have, and nothing is ever going to change that. I need you to talk to me, Mike. Please. I don't know what's going through your head. I don't know what you saw over there since I last saw you…I don't know anything unless you tell me. If you don't tell me anything, things will only get worse between us, and I can't stand fighting with you!" She had tears behind her green eyes as her emotions started to get the best of her. So many feelings were going through her mind at this moment. She was angry with Mike, she felt sad for him, and she felt scared. She loved him, and hated him at the same time.

Mike studied Eve's face, clearly able to read all of the emotions that she was feeling in this moment. Guilt quickly filled him. He had been such an asshole to her last night, and he knew it. He hated himself for hurting her the way he did last night, and he wished that he could take it back, but he knew that he couldn't.

He also knew that he acted the way he did last night because he had way too much to drink. He sighed, as he crossed the room, and stroked her cheek softly.

Eve closed her eyes, taking in his touch. This was the Mikey and the touch that she missed so much. He was so gentle with her, and she craved it.

She brought her hand up to his, and sighed contently. "This is the side of you I miss…" she said softly. "I miss this side of you so much, Mikey. I know you're drinking because you've been going through so much lately, more than any one person should ever have to go through in a lifetime, but drinking isn't the answer." She opened her eyes to see Mike's forehead against hers, and their lips inches apart.

"I know," he softly replied, closing his eyes for just a moment before he opened them again. "I'm so sorry for yelling at you the way I did, last night baby. I shouldn't have, and I didn't have the right to speak to you the way I did. I had too much to drink."

"I know," Eve quietly whispered, brushing her lips across his. "But I'm here for you, and I want to help you. What if we went to a therapist together?" She gently suggested, not wanting to set him off.

Mike's eyes filled with confusion, and she could tell that her comment had hurt him slightly. "Do you think I need a therapist?" He asked in a raspy whisper. "Do you honestly think that that I'm screwed up?" His voice cracked as he removed his forehead from hers, and slowly began to back away. "I'm not a freak, Eve. I don't need someone to tell me that I'm mentally unstable when I already know that I am," his voice cracked again as he shook his head from side to side.

"Baby…" Eve said softly, slowing stepping over to Mike. "I didn't mean it like that. I love you more than anything in this world, and I only want to take care of you. I'm just thinking that someone who is trained to help people through this type of thing would do a wonderful job helping you." She felt tears begin to sting her eyes. She didn't want Mike to take this the wrong way; she only wanted to help him.

"What if they judge me?" He asked after a few moments. "I don't want anyone to judge me for anything, I've been through so much…and I don't want anyone to judge me for it…please…"

"Shhhh," She whispered. "No one is going to judge for this. A therapist is here to help you, she or he won't hurt you, or judge you, or yell at you. They're going to help you sort all the things that are running through your mind. I promise."

Mike's body seemed to relax for just a moment. "Will you go with me? Please?" He asked, looking at her, hope in his eyes. He didn't want to go alone; he wanted someone to go with him. He needed someone to go with him. He wanted and needed Eve to go with him, to support him, and hold his hand. He needed Eve, and he wasn't so afraid to admit it anymore. "I need you, Eve…please."

Eve's eyes softened as she looked at Mike, and realized how broken the love of her life actually was. Part of her wished that she would've stopped Mike from going overseas, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to. He was forced by his parents to go, and they had done more damage to their son than they would ever realize.

"Of course I'll go with you, baby." She softly whispered, taking his face into her hands. "I will do anything and everything I can to help you get through this. To help you heal, and get back to your old self. I want you to be happy again. I miss that side of you. I don't want you to be in pain anymore."

"I don't want to be in pain anymore either Eve," he softly admitted, closing his eyes, and resting his forehead on her shoulder. "But I saw so much shit over there, and it just screwed me up in the head so bad…it's all I ever see when I close my eyes now, or when I fall asleep at night..." He took a deep breath as he trailed off, his eyes still closed. "But when I drink, I don't see any of those things…I just kind of….blackout, you know?" He lifted his forehead from her shoulder, and looked into her eyes. "I don't know what the hell is going on with me, Eve…I'm lost and confused…and I'm scared…"

"I know baby, I know you're scared. But you and I will get through this together. I promise you that we will. I will go to every therapy session with you, okay baby? Take a deep breath for me. Please. You and I will go together."

Mike took a deep breath, exhaling shakily. "I'm sorry…" he said. "I'm so sorry for everything, Eve…I know that I've been horrible to you, and I knew that I threw Maryse in your face last night, and I didn't mean to. I'm such an idiot. I would never leave you for Maryse, Eve. Not in a million years. It's you I want now, and it's you that I want forever."

Eve smiled warmly, and kissed him gently to get him to stop talking. "Shhhh, baby, I know. I know you didn't mean anything you said last night, and that's why I'm standing here in front of you right now, along with the fact that I love you, of course."

Mike smiled back, relaxing. But then his face fell when he realized that Eve wasn't wearing her ring. "Where did your ring go?" He whispered.

"I took it off last night when we were fighting. I'm gonna go get it right now."

Mike was up the stairs before she could say another word. Afraid that she had angered him, she quickly ran after him. When she reached the bedroom, she found Mike down on one knee, and holding out her ring. "Eve Marie Torres," he began. "You are my life, my world. The lightness that takes away my darkness in my life, you are one of the most giving, caring, wonderful people I have ever met. If not the most. You are perfect in every way, and the reason that I'm trying to get myself some help. I want to grow old with you, and live with you forever. I promise you from this moment on, I will never hurt you again. Will you please take your ring back?"

Tears filed her eyes as she nodded. "Yes, Mikey, of course I will."

Mike smiled, placing the ring on her finger.

They were in a middle of bad storm at the moment, but they would whether it, and they would whether it together.

A/N: I hope this chapter wasn't too much of a let down! Don't forget to review! I love you guys! - Melly.