It's Cold and I Don't Want To Be Here
This Dizzy Dreamer
"Michelle!" Mike yelled from the other room, I sprinted off towards the room he was in, which looked like a Sun room.
"What?" I asked raising my eyebrow at him.
"We're going out to dinner tonight, dress fancy," he said winking at me.
"But Mike," I whined.
"No buts, missy. Go get your ass ready. We're leaving at six," he slapped my butt making me yelp and exited the room.
We haven't even been here for more than three hours and he already had plans for us. This is ridiculous, I can't even make plans two minutes in advance without them back firing at me. I sighed and looked at the clock, it read two fifteen. Fuck. I walked off in the direction of the bathroom, I groaned in frustration when I heard the sound of the water in the shower beating off of the tiles.
"Mike! Hurry up!" I pounded my little fist on the door.
"Come get in with me!" He yelled from the other side, I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smiling like a fool.
I mumbled an inaudible 'no' and walked off into the direction of the closet. I ruffled through my clothes for at least fifteen minutes when I heard the shower stop. I rolled my eyes, sometimes I swear he's more of a girl than me.
"Michelle?" Mike called out.
I walked over to the bathroom door and pushed it open. Mike stood there with a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, slightly wet. I bit my lip at the sight, "yes baby?" My voice wavered out.
"Should I shave?" He asked, laughing at my expression.
I shook my head violently, "no!" He always looked sexier with a stubble. I know, how can Mike Fuentes get any sexier? Beats me because I still don't know. He smiled and rolled his eyes, shooing me out of the bathroom. Before he closed the door however, he dropped his towel and he had my full attention.
I gasped and went to move towards him but he slammed the door shut before I could reach him. I could hear laughter from the other side of the door, "nobody likes a tease Micheal!" I yelled.
"Oh are we using full names now?" He laughed, walking out of the bathroom wearing only sweatpants.
"Yes, I believe we are," I said matter-o-factly.
"Alrighty then Michelle Elizabeth Rowledge. I like the name Rowledge, but I think Fuentes would sound better. Don't you think?"
"Yes!" I blurted out, "I mean yeah I guess it does," I said trying to play it off cool.
"It sounds better, so much better. If I do say so myself," he stroked his chin, acting to be in deep thought.
"Im taking a shower," I took off for the bathroom before he could object.
I closed the door quietly behind me and slid down it, sighing in relief. I placed my head in my hands and stayed that way for a minute or two. I out my hands on my knees and forced myself to get up. I turned the water of the shower on, undressed myself, and got into the shower once the water was warm enough. I washed and conditioned my hair, shaved what needed to be shaved, and washed my body and face. I stepped out of the shower and into the cool air. I pulled on one of Mike's shirt and a pair of short, stepping in front of the mirror I ran a brush through my hair. When I was nearly finished I looked down at my stomach. I dropped the brush to the ground and lifted my shirt up a bit.
I didn't pay any attention to the loud noise the brush made once it made contact with the hard floor, no. Instead I placed my hand on my now empty stomach. Where my baby should be, the beginning of Mike and I's family. I let tears escape from my eyes as I rubbed my stomach, I must not have heard the door open because soon after I found myself being placed into Mike's arms. I cried even harder once I felt tears hit the back of my neck, Mike's tears.
"Its going to be okay baby," he cooed into my neck, his voice cracking.
"We lost our baby Mikey, it's gone," I cried.
"I know, and I wish so much that none of that happened. You have no idea, I long to hear the sound of my child's voice calling my daddy. I want that so bad baby," he sobbed even harder now.
"This is all my fault!" I yelled.
Mike's body tensed up and I tried to break free of his grip but it only got tighter, "Michelle this isn't your fault! Don't you ever blame this on yourself."
"But it is Mike! I couldnt even protect my own child! What kind of mother do you think I wouldve been? If I couldn't even protect it while it was still attached to me? How?!"
"Michelle! Stop it! This isn't your fault! You would be an outstanding mother!" He yelled.
This I didn't reply to, I couldnt. I had no energy left in me to fight back.
A few hours later, after Mike had by some miracle managed to calm me down, we were seated at a fancy and expensive looking restaurant. Mike kept giving me nervous glances, and they seemed to increase by every passing second.
I glanced at my half full glass of red wine for one minute and the next minute I look back up to see Mike kneeling down in front of me, fishing around in his pocket for something. He pulled out a velvet box and opened it slowly, to reveal the most beautiful ring I had layed my eyes upon. I gasped and put a shaky hand to my mouth.
"Michelle, you have been in my life for almost eight years now, and they have been the most challenging and beat eight years of my life. The very first day I layed my eyes on you I thought 'I had to have her', now I may not have shown you the proper way but eventually I got. And I got the most perfect, smart, beautiful, girl in the world. I know I put you through hell for awhile and by some miracle you're still here by my side. I love you so much Michelle, more than anything. Will you marry me?"
By now I had tears in my eyes, and strangers eyes on me awaiting for my reply.
"Mike-I-uh-I-"
"What?" I asked raising my eyebrow at him.
"We're going out to dinner tonight, dress fancy," he said winking at me.
"But Mike," I whined.
"No buts, missy. Go get your ass ready. We're leaving at six," he slapped my butt making me yelp and exited the room.
We haven't even been here for more than three hours and he already had plans for us. This is ridiculous, I can't even make plans two minutes in advance without them back firing at me. I sighed and looked at the clock, it read two fifteen. Fuck. I walked off in the direction of the bathroom, I groaned in frustration when I heard the sound of the water in the shower beating off of the tiles.
"Mike! Hurry up!" I pounded my little fist on the door.
"Come get in with me!" He yelled from the other side, I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smiling like a fool.
I mumbled an inaudible 'no' and walked off into the direction of the closet. I ruffled through my clothes for at least fifteen minutes when I heard the shower stop. I rolled my eyes, sometimes I swear he's more of a girl than me.
"Michelle?" Mike called out.
I walked over to the bathroom door and pushed it open. Mike stood there with a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, slightly wet. I bit my lip at the sight, "yes baby?" My voice wavered out.
"Should I shave?" He asked, laughing at my expression.
I shook my head violently, "no!" He always looked sexier with a stubble. I know, how can Mike Fuentes get any sexier? Beats me because I still don't know. He smiled and rolled his eyes, shooing me out of the bathroom. Before he closed the door however, he dropped his towel and he had my full attention.
I gasped and went to move towards him but he slammed the door shut before I could reach him. I could hear laughter from the other side of the door, "nobody likes a tease Micheal!" I yelled.
"Oh are we using full names now?" He laughed, walking out of the bathroom wearing only sweatpants.
"Yes, I believe we are," I said matter-o-factly.
"Alrighty then Michelle Elizabeth Rowledge. I like the name Rowledge, but I think Fuentes would sound better. Don't you think?"
"Yes!" I blurted out, "I mean yeah I guess it does," I said trying to play it off cool.
"It sounds better, so much better. If I do say so myself," he stroked his chin, acting to be in deep thought.
"Im taking a shower," I took off for the bathroom before he could object.
I closed the door quietly behind me and slid down it, sighing in relief. I placed my head in my hands and stayed that way for a minute or two. I out my hands on my knees and forced myself to get up. I turned the water of the shower on, undressed myself, and got into the shower once the water was warm enough. I washed and conditioned my hair, shaved what needed to be shaved, and washed my body and face. I stepped out of the shower and into the cool air. I pulled on one of Mike's shirt and a pair of short, stepping in front of the mirror I ran a brush through my hair. When I was nearly finished I looked down at my stomach. I dropped the brush to the ground and lifted my shirt up a bit.
I didn't pay any attention to the loud noise the brush made once it made contact with the hard floor, no. Instead I placed my hand on my now empty stomach. Where my baby should be, the beginning of Mike and I's family. I let tears escape from my eyes as I rubbed my stomach, I must not have heard the door open because soon after I found myself being placed into Mike's arms. I cried even harder once I felt tears hit the back of my neck, Mike's tears.
"Its going to be okay baby," he cooed into my neck, his voice cracking.
"We lost our baby Mikey, it's gone," I cried.
"I know, and I wish so much that none of that happened. You have no idea, I long to hear the sound of my child's voice calling my daddy. I want that so bad baby," he sobbed even harder now.
"This is all my fault!" I yelled.
Mike's body tensed up and I tried to break free of his grip but it only got tighter, "Michelle this isn't your fault! Don't you ever blame this on yourself."
"But it is Mike! I couldnt even protect my own child! What kind of mother do you think I wouldve been? If I couldn't even protect it while it was still attached to me? How?!"
"Michelle! Stop it! This isn't your fault! You would be an outstanding mother!" He yelled.
This I didn't reply to, I couldnt. I had no energy left in me to fight back.
A few hours later, after Mike had by some miracle managed to calm me down, we were seated at a fancy and expensive looking restaurant. Mike kept giving me nervous glances, and they seemed to increase by every passing second.
I glanced at my half full glass of red wine for one minute and the next minute I look back up to see Mike kneeling down in front of me, fishing around in his pocket for something. He pulled out a velvet box and opened it slowly, to reveal the most beautiful ring I had layed my eyes upon. I gasped and put a shaky hand to my mouth.
"Michelle, you have been in my life for almost eight years now, and they have been the most challenging and beat eight years of my life. The very first day I layed my eyes on you I thought 'I had to have her', now I may not have shown you the proper way but eventually I got. And I got the most perfect, smart, beautiful, girl in the world. I know I put you through hell for awhile and by some miracle you're still here by my side. I love you so much Michelle, more than anything. Will you marry me?"
By now I had tears in my eyes, and strangers eyes on me awaiting for my reply.
"Mike-I-uh-I-"
Notes
Ahhhh, this shall be my last update until Friday. Unless I don't get a lot of homework at some point during the week. Did you like? Haha.Soo do you guys want a sequel or no?
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12/22/13