"Charley!" Austin yelled my name as I was walking to Mike's bus. "Charley!"
"I really don't want to talk to you." I said flatly.
"Charley, please." He said, catching up to me and slightly out of breath. "I only want to the best for you."
"And I only want Mike." I snapped.
"You've always liked things that aren't very good for you." He remarked.
I glared at him. "Let's reverse the situation then. Remember when you came to my apartment and told me you were getting married? And remember how I warned you not to because Gielle was no good? And you insisted I was wrong? Remember how angry you were? And I didn't go around punching her either, did I?" I asked.
His face darkened at the mention of her name. "That's different."
"Bullshit."
"Okay, fine. You were right about Gielle. But I'm right about Mike too." He said.
I sighed. "I have a documentary to screen. I left a copy on your bus. You should watch it; your name's in it." I slammed the door and left him gawking like a fool.
I was met with Mike tackling me in a hug. "What on earth's gotten into you?"
"We sort of watched it without you." Vic said sheepishly. "It was really good though."
"Mike, babe? Are you okay?" I asked as he still had his head buried in my shoulder and was squeezing me tight.
"It made me sad, Charley." He murmured. "I don't want to see you like that ever again."
I smiled, lifting his head up and staring into his eyes. "Thanks to you, you won't have to."
He leaned forward and kissed me. "I love you, you know."
"I love you too." I bit my lip. "I'm tired."
"But I wanted to-"
"Did you just get off a twenty hour flight from the other side of the world?” I said, sitting down at the table. “Austin tried to talk to me.”
“I’m sorry, Charley. I feel like this is all my fault.” Mike sighed, sitting beside me.
I smiled meekly. “I love you, Mike. It’s not your fault. I just. . . I miss him.”
“It kills me you know. To see you hurting and not be able to fix it. I should try and talk some sense into him.” He said.
My eyes widened. “Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“He punched you in the face today!” I cried.
He shrugged.
“Michael Fuentes,” I laughed softly, “I love you, but you are strange.”
“Tell me you love me again?” Mike smiled.
“I love you.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.” He chuckled, intertwining our hands and staring at our fingers. “What do you think about children?”
“Not a fan of them, but I think it would be different if they were mine.” i blinked.
“I like them a lot.” He sighed happily.
“Uh, Mike?” I stared at him.
“I’m not saying I’m going to impregnate you tonight, Charley. Jesus. I was just wondering. I can’t imagine my future without you.” He said, looking up at me.
“You’re sweet. Can we go to bed though? I’ve had a long day. So have you. That pretty face of yours almost got wrecked.” I placed my hand lovingly on his cheek.
“I missed you. Come on.” He said.
I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t get what Mike had said out of my mind. Kids? Me and Mike? I couldn’t imagine it.