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Lost Lovers 11

Part 11^_-

I'm pregant?! But why me? Dammit to hell!! I was so mad I didn't relize that all my 
expressions were showing. So, the nurse saw the anger or pain or whatever the 
hell you want to call it!

Nurse: Oh, this was accendental... If you want you can do abortion. I recomend 
against it, though. 
Me:(My voice was croaking) 2Mintutes to think, please.
Nurse: Ok. I'll get you some water, you seem very thristy.

She grabed a clipboard and walked out the door, shuting it behind her. I was 
thinking about the two answers I could give. 
Yes.)-Kill an unborn child. Hurt Michael. But, get the role in my upcoming movie. 
But, I wouldn't be with Michael in his video because I hurt him.
No.)-Become a mother. Michael a proud father. Not getting my role because I'll be 
moody and fat. But, be in Michael's video because I wouldn't have a baby bump 
just yet...
Then it occured to me, what would we say to our families? What would he tell his 
pregant wife? What would I tell the press? How much did they find out?! Ok, Misty, 
calm down. It's gonna be ok.... I hope.
Michael wobbled around in the chair a little and suddenly opening his eyes. He 
started crying. Why?

Me:(Reaching my hand out to take his, which was too far away) Michael...

Michael's head jerked up and he states me in the eyes with a look I couldn't read. 
His eyes were still driping with tears.

Michael:(Scooting his chair up to the side of the bed and taking my hand) Misty, 
your alright.
Me: Yes and no... Yes, I feel fine but, no because....cause...
Michael: Just say it. I'll understand.
Me: You promise you won't get mad with me?
Michael:(Smiling) Promise.
Me: I'm... I'm..
Michael: Your not dying are you?
Me: Can you let me finish?
Michael: You just kept saying 'I'm.... I'm...'
Me:(Annoyed) Ok! I'm pregant.

Michael lost his smile and his eyes went from mine to the floor. He withdrew his 
hand from mine. His voice was distant.

Michael: Are you sure?
Me: The nurse said so... She said I could do abortion, I may-
Michael: NO!! You are not aborting our baby! So help me I'll never say another 
word to you again! We worked hard to get this baby.
Me: How do you know we worked hard?
Michael: I wasn't drunk half way thru...(Blushing)
Me:.... Anyway, you wouldn't talk to me ever again?
Michael: Nope. Never ever.
Me: Welp... I'm still not so sure...
Michael:(Standing up and taking my face in his hands) You should keep him... Or 
her. This is a beautiful thing, having a baby.
Me: Yeah, you should know.
Michael: Just forget Debbie. It's just you and me now.

He pressed his lips to mine in a loving jesture.

Michael: Keep it. Please, for me?
Me: Ok, ok.

To be continued...

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