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Lauren's Love Part 3

Thank you to the person who had Laurenâ??s Love, put your name next time, lol.  Samone, Iâ??m reading let me show you the way to go again.  Iâ??m gonna laugh when Mike got drunk.  Ohmygosh, that was so random.  Okay, here goes, Aariyan.

I told Aunt Bella and Melanie, which was like gossiping, I guess.  They kept squealing and wouldnâ??t shut up.  Before you know, even my mom knew.  She knew about the pregnancy of course, but now this.  To her, it seemed like I had ran into the law for the second time this year.
(Mom) â??Lauren, why fall into a relationship under whatâ??s happening now?â?
(Me) â??Love must be blind or something; he wants to be with me.  I donâ??t know why.â?  
(Mom) â??Just think of the entire struggle.  What if the baby cries a lot, heâ??ll want to be up with you holding her?
(Me) â??Well, I donâ??t know.  I have to go.â?  Click.  She was starting to irk me already.  Like I didnâ??t add any of this up.  I sorta wished I hadnâ??t told them anything.
I hadnâ??t seen Michael since his birthday.  Mine isnâ??t too far from hisâ??20 days, September 18th.  It fell on a Tuesday.  How inconvenient.  I was at work, calculating the amount for another customer, when he came in.  
(Weirdo) â??Can I speak with you in the back?â?
(Me) â??Michael?â?
I whispered, I am no fool.
(Michael) â??Yeah.â?
I slipped in the coat room with him.
(Michael) â??Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!â?
He said.  When I turned on the little lamp, I saw he had a hat on with a fake moustache and an afro.  With black shades.
(Me) â??Whatâ??s with your hair?â?
(Michael) â??I wanted you to do it for me again.  But in Las Vegas.â?
(Me) â??Say what?â?
(Michael) â??To outbid your gifts, I have two certificates for you and me to go to a spa in LV.  I want to get away, but I wanted to with you.  Happy birthday!â?
(Me) â??But when?â?
(Michael) â??This Saturday, you, me, Goblette too.â?
(Me) â??Oh thank you.â?
(Michael) â??Hope for you to be more relaxed.  Still want you to do my hair.â?
(Me) â??Anything for you Michael.â?
(Michael) (with suspicion) â??Anything?â?
I hit him lightly on the head and walk back out.

Saturday came faster than Iâ??d thought.  I brought a paternity bathing suit and some extra clothes for one day, which was for Saturday.  Something told me that wouldnâ??t be long enough.  I sat out on the porch, waiting like a loner.  Not too long when Michael came up in his car this time.  For some reason, I really thought he would drop from a helicopter in a tux with roses and a box of chocolates in hand.  Guess thatâ??s reserved for Valentineâ??s Day.
(Michael) â??Ready to go Lauren?â?
(Me) â??Yes.â?  (I locked up and got into his car, surprisingly.  He was exceptionally happy.)  â??Why are you so happy?â?
(Michael) â??I get to treat my new two favorite girls.â?
(Me) â??This must be a road trip, the both of us in your car.â?
(Michael) â??Maybe.â?

We had to stop numerously times for me to go pee.  If I was hungry, we had to order inside so I could go to the bathroom.
When we passed another town, I said lightly: â??Michael, I think Iâ??m sick.â?  He didnâ??t frown or anything, just went to the curb.
I looked at him blankly, and he did the same to me.
(Michael) â??Well this is about the only place you can throw up.â?
(Me) â??No itâ??s not that, I just feel really dizzâ??â?
This time, I threw up on the outside of his car.
(Me) â??Oh my Gosh Michael, I am so sorry.â?
(Michael) â??Itâ??s okay.â?
I didnâ??t have anything to clean my mouth out with, because that water was used to splash the outside door of his car.  I got a blanket from the back, covering my head, and started to cry.  We seemed like we would get to the spa 30 minutes or an hour later.  But at this rate, it seemed we would get there even later.
I think he noticed, because he turned the music down to a mute.  Iâ??m glad he let me get it all out.  After fifteen minutes, he rubbed my arm.
(Michael) â??Itâ??ll be okay Lauren.â?
(Me) â??Michael.â?
I grabbed for his arm.  He went over to the side of the road and put the car in Park.  He held me close.

When we got there, I felt the car jerk to a stop a little.  I think I was still huddled on the passengerâ??s window.  He leaned over, kissing my cheek.  Then lowly, he started singing â??I Am So Lonelyâ?.
(Me) stretching â??Tell me about it.â?  It was 2:45.
(Michael) â??Here we are!â?
It looked like a place where you would go for a spa.  It looked expensive.
(Me) â??Michael, for me?â?
(Michael) â??No, for me.  Yes, of course for you Lauren.â?
(Me) â??Well, I donâ??t know.â?  I smiled because I was becoming shy and he knew it.
We got our bags from the trunk and went through the entrance.
(Michael) â??Iâ??ll carry the bags to the rooms.  You take this key and go to the locker room to start on your spa sensation.â?
I took the key and kissed him on the cheek.
(Me) â??Thank you Michael.  Then I took my smallest bag with my light weight set of clothes.
The locker room was around the corner with little cubbies and lockers.  I quickly changed out my clothing into a towel.  What a way to feel free and mighty!  I went to get a massage first.
(Lady) â??Hello, Iâ??m Jane and I will be doing your massage today.â?
(Me) â??Thank you Jane.â?
So I sat face down comfortably first with cucumbers on my eyes and let my mind travel.
Then women started talking about their personal lives.  One tapped me on the arm.
(Woman) â??So who is the father?  Is he here?â?
(Me) I hesitated, thinking of Michael.  Then I smiled.  â??Something in that nature.â?
Then I went to the tub that was to be filled with mud.  I left my towel on.  Though it was all gushy, I felt good.  I even earned two friendsâ??Jane from Wisconsin, and the girl who asked me about the dad: Chelsea.
Then the group of women went swimming.  I did a few doggy paddles.
When I took a shower and wore a simple tee with sweat pants, I went on back to the lobby.  It was about six then.  I wasnâ??t sure of where my room was.  And then it hit meâ??I thought we were going to stay here for a DAY!  Not a NIGHT!  Then I asked myself, why would he have us here for only a day Lauren?  That wouldnâ??t have made any sense from the beginning anyways.  So with all courage, I asked the receptionist.
(Me) â??Um, excuse me maâ??am, but do you know which room Iâ??m in.  My name is Lauren London-Rose.â?
(Lady) â??Yes Miss London-Rose, your room is number 365.â?
(Me) â??Do you know perhaps where someoneâ??s last name is Jackson, and what room they are in?â?
She gave me a suspicious smile, great!
So I went towards the elevator and up to my room.  I took the card she gave me, and slid it through the crack in the door, indicating I owned that room.
When I cut on the lights, I saw a king sized bed with black comforter.  There was also a couch with a flat screen TV and a refrigerator.
Then I saw a note on the bed hand-written in cursive script.

Dear Lottie,
	I donâ??t want to seem as a huge charmer to you with no real reason for it, so I wanted to have a small sleepover with you.  Not to worry, I have my own room.  Hope to see you soon.  Look in the bathroom over the sink.  I have something for you.
Yours truly,
Michael:)

Sorry I had you wait so late but I have ideas coming, Aariyan

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