"Becky, sweetheart, wake up."

I'm awoken the next day to a series of soft kisses on my neck and cheeks. Michael's so sweet.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" I ask, noting the time. 7:30am.

"Oh, I'm on afternoon shifts from today. I go to work at 12."

"Oh, right. Ok," I smile.

"So how was my princess' sleep? And was the medication last night any good?" Michael winks at me before going in for a kiss.

"Stop," I say. Michael pulls away, a confused expression dawning on his face.

"Morning breath," I state. Michael nods in understanding.

"So, did the medication leave you wanting more, or..?" He's growing impatient now, bless.

"Yes, it always does," I smirk, tugging on his pyjama shirt, pulling him closer to me.

"Good. Anyway, I've been thinking.."

"About?"

"I need to divorce Lisa."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

"Yeah, well it's time to set the ball rolling. I need to sort it out," Michael says.

"You don't need to rush it, Michael."

"Oh, I know. I just wanna get her out of my life for good," he explains.

"Yeah, I suppose you do. So, what are you gonna do until you go to work?" I ask.

"Hmm, not sure. Just spend time with you, if you want." He gives me a warm smile, that gives me butterflies inside.

"I'd love that," I reply.

He kisses my forehead and looks down at me.

"Then that's what I'll do. C'mon, let's get ourselves ready. It's already 7:32am!"

"Exactly," I whimper. "Sooo early!"

I pull the covers over my head to block out the light outside.

"Oh, don't be a wimp! I'll have you know that I have to get up at.. god, at least 6:00am on a morning shift day! Now c'mon, up!" he giggles, shaking me to get me to sit up.

"Alright, alright, I give in," I chuckle, as he starts tickling me.

"Morning, fellas," dad comes into the room, his smile turning to a look of amusement, as he watches Michael tickle me.

"Oh, ha! Hey daddy!" I squeal. Michael isn't giving in.

"Good day, Mr. Summers," Michael responds.

"Michael, how many times do I hafta say this? Do not call me by my surname!" dad laughs.

"I'm sorry," Michael apologises. "It's a force of habit. My ex's father always made me call him by his surname."

"Well, if it's really that much of a habit, I don't mind what you call me."

"Thanks, sir," Michael smiles sweetly, still tickling me, and watching me squirm. "I'll try calling you by your first name more often."

It's so cute how formal Michael is around my parents!

"Good, anyway, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," dad says.

"Oh, ok. See you--ha! downstairs in a few," I say.

He smiles at me and leaves the room, and we hear him walk downstairs. Michael finally stops tickling me and looks down at me.

"I totally only tickled you so you looked stupid in front of your dad," he smirks.

"I will get my revenge, Jackson," I reply, trying to act evil. It's not working.

"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah. But you do sound awfully hot calling me by my surname. Does that mean your father.. I call him by his surname. Maybe he finds me attractive when I say it," Michael jokes.

"Oh, please!" I scoff, trying to force myself not to laugh.

"Anyway, go get ready so I can kiss those sweet lips of yours!" Michael demands desperately.

He ushers me out the room quickly, and I hear him laugh as I walk to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, do my hair, etcetera, and look at myself in the mirror.

How does Michael love this face?

How can he call me beautiful?

How can he look at me without laughing at my appearance?

"Miss Summers, you better get that pretty ass of yours out here so I can kiss you!"

Michael, ever the joker.

I finish up and leave the bathroom, and I'm instantly greeted by Michael's lips against mine.

When he pulls away from me, he looks me deep in the eyes.

"I've been waiting all morning for that," he says.

"How sweet," I coo, putting on a childish voice.

"Oh, Miss Summers, have I told you that you mean the world to me?" he sings.

"Have I told you that you are my life?" I reply, without singing. Michael chuckles and takes my hand, before we walk downstairs together.

"Morning, Becky. Morning Michael," mom greets.

I'm so glad she's learning to accept Michael. It means a lot to me, how she's being sweet to him. I'm not sure if she's 100% there with him yet, but I'm fairly sure she likes him more now.

"Morning, Mrs. Summers," Michael responds.

"Hi, mom."

I kiss her cheek, then walk over to the table where dad is sitting, and I stand over him and bend down to kiss his cheek.

"Hey dad. Sorry about the.. laughing.. earlier. Michael was tickling me like crazy, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Not to worry, sweetheart. I could clearly see Michael was doing that to you."

My eyes widen and I chuckle, as I step back a little, so I'm by Michael's side. Michael places his arm around me as mom serves up breakfast.

"Sit down, guys," she says invitingly, and me and Michael take our places next to each other at the table.

"This is great, mom," I say as I lean back in my chair and look over at Michael.

He's sitting there, playing with his food with his fork. It looks like something's bothering him.

I nudge him gently, and he looks at me.

"What's up?" I ask in a whisper.

He shakes his head and raises the fork to his mouth to avoid speaking. I shake my own head and get back to eating normally.

"So, what time do you start work today, Michael?" dad asks.

Michael looks up suddenly to see dad looking at him.

"Uh.. 12, sir," he replies quietly, before raising the fork to his mouth again to take a mouthful of food.

"Oh, a few hours left then," dad concludes. Michael nods, remaining silent.

The rest of breakfast is silent, no one making a single noise.

It's not awkward, just quiet.

But I'm worried about Michael, something seems to be bothering him.

I clear my things away.

"Thanks for breakfast," I say to mom, and walk upstairs, where Michael already went, about five minutes before me.

"Michael?" I call, as I enter the bedroom. I find him standing, looking out the window, his back turned on me.

"Yeah..?" he calls softly, not moving.

"What was up with you at breakfast?" I ask.

"Nothing. What makes you think there was something up?" He's still not moving or looking at me.

"Uhh, the fact you didn't speak, and you were acting so.. distant."

"Oh, I'm fine."

I walk up to him, and hug him from behind. I don't normally do that, but it's a little different, right?

"The way you're acting suggests otherwise. You were fine when I woke up, but then you changed as soon as we got downstairs. Why?"

He finally turns around to face me, and forces my arms away from him.

"Nothing, I was.. I was just thinking about what I told you last night. Y'know, all those secrets. Especially the one about my.. low sperm count. I never really realised how sad it is to be almost unable to have children.. until last night."

"Why only then?" I ask, leaning my head against his chest. We embrace each other in a hug and I look up to him.

"Because.. well, every other relationship I've had.. I realised I never loved the girl properly. Take Lisa for example. I never even did anything more than kiss her, and we were married for, like, two years! Well, we're still married now, but you know what I mean. But now I'm with a girl I love, and wanna stay with forever, it just feels so different. I realise now that I don't want kids with Lisa, or anybody, but when we've been together longer, me and you, I want us to have them. But.. I can't. And it hurts."

"That's what was bothering you?" I ask sadly. I feel Michael nod against me.

"Yes.. and I know it hurts for you, too, cos you lost your kid."

"It does hurt," I say. "And.. although the time was completely wrong, I feel that the kiss we shared just a couple hours after kinda helped me."

"Well, it was a little bit of an inappropriate time to kiss, but.. we both felt it, and we both just couldn't ignore it, right?" Michael asks.

"No.. but knowing each other just two days? That was kinda bad," I chuckle.

"Yeah, but.. if that hadn't have happened, we wouldn't be where we are now."

"True," I reply. "Just imagine what would have happened."

"Becky!" mom calls from downstairs. "There's someone here for you."

"Coming," I call back. "Michael, we'll talk more about this in a while. I gotta go see to this."

"I'll come," Michael says, and we walk downstairs to see a police officer in the doorway.

"Good morning, Miss Summers," she says.

"Uh.. hi," I say awkwardly.

"I'm Officer Sikes of the Gary Police Department. I'm here to inform you of the case regarding a Mr. Alex Measures?"

"Oh!" I gasp a little suddenly. "Come on in."

We walk inside, to the living room.

"I'll leave you to it," mom says, walking from the room. Officer Sikes looks at me.

"Ok, what's been going on, Officer?" I ask impatiently.

"Well, we've taken Mr Measures in for questioning, y'know, that kinda thing--"

"And?" Michael rushes her.

"And.. he has been suggesting that he never assaulted you, or led you to have a miscarriage--"

"WHAT?!" I yell in anger.

"Miss Summers, I'd like to--"

"How dare he say he never did that?! I'll kill him, I swear I'll kill him!" Michael hisses, looking ready to leap out of his chair and commit murder right this second.

"He denies everything he did. Of course, we'll have to investigate further, maybe set up a courtcase of assault, or bodily harm. If he's guilty.. not only will he have lied to us, but he'll most likely end up in jail for at least a short time," the Officer explains.

"I'm gonna kill that man," Michael vows under his breath, and sits back on the sofa, his arms folded.

"Like I say, we're gonna investigate further, and we'll keep you updated. If anything crops up, phone us, ok? Or come see us."

"Alright. Thanks Officer," I say quietly, before showing her out. She leaves, and I come back into the living room where Michael is.

"I'm gonna kill him. I'm going to annihilate him. He's--I'm so angry! How could he treat you this way?!" Michael asks in frustration. I exhale loudly with anger and sit by Michael on the sofa.

"How could he deny that, huh? That just shows how little respect he has for me. All that crap about 'oh I still love you, I would never hurt you,' was all a load of.. ugh! I hate him so much!" I cry, burying my head in my hands.

I feel Michael place his arm around me comfortingly, and he bends down so his head is level with mine.

"I know, I know. But at least you know you've got me to support you. What does he got, huh?" He sounds a little gangster now. "What does he actually got against us, apart from Lisa? Nothing, that's what. You've got love, and friends, and family, and--"

"I know, Michael. And I'm happy about that," I look up at him, "I just wanna understand him, y'know? One minute he's saying he could never hurt me, next thing he's lying about what he did. What's his problem?"

"He's just an idiot, plain and simple. Any other words used to describe him are too inappropriate to use at this moment in time."

"Too right they are," I say. "What time is it?"

"Uhh.." Michael checks his watch. "It's 9:00am."

"Three hours left together," I say.

"Sure is. Y'know, you're a strong girl. I don't know anybody that's been through what you have."

"I'm sure you have, Michael. What about all those patients you treat, huh? The people with serious diseases, they're stronger."

"Well, they're strong, of course they are. It makes me sad sometimes, when I have to go to the hospital or something, and I see all the people with life-threatening diseases, like TB or cancer.. it really makes me sad. Y'know, they're fighting for their lives, and they have no alternative than to be strong. I really admire those kindsa people."

"You're right," I smile. "You're so considerate to others, y'know. Meeting you was a real stroke of luck."

"Ah, I could say the same for you," he grins. "You're way better than Lisa Marie."

He embraces me gently and kisses my forehead, before looking down at me.

"Have I told you that I love you, lately?" he sings into my ear. "Have I told you that you're the most beautiful girl in this world?"

"Have I told you that I love you too?" I sing in the same tune. "Have I told you that you're a brilliant liar?"

"Boy, you can sing. Is there anything you can't do?" he asks.

"Yes. Be attractive."

"Have I told you that you're a brilliant liar?" Michael sings my line and chuckles softly.

"Have I told you that you give me fever?" I sing.

"Have I told you that it's diagnosed as Extreme Fever?" Michael goes full-blown doctor.

"Have I told you that you're one hell of a sexy doctor?"

Where did that come from?

"Have I told you that you're adorable?" Michael sings. "Ooh, I have one more for you."

"Yeah?" I ask with a chuckle. This is a fun game.

"Have I told you that I want us to last forever and a day, and then another seven-hundred and seventy-seven forevers after that?"

Author's note: I really struggled to think of an ending.. oh dear. But.. that was kinda more like a filler chapter, to be honest. I'll make it better next time :p