Michael's POV

I wake up, and immediately clutch my head in agony.

Hangover, what fun.

My eyes blurry, I rub them tiredly, and find myself on the sofa.

Oh yeah, I remember now.

Becky hit me, and I left her in our room so I could sleep alone. I can't face her right now, I refuse to. What she did was wrong, and I won't be forgetting it in a hurry.

My head is killing! Ugh, the pain!

I lift my head slowly, feeling the niggling ache in my temples as I get off the sofa.

I look down and see.. oh Lord. I threw up on the rug last night? I don't even remember. The only time I remember being sick was after I took my first ever shot, but I don't remember leaving Becky, then throwing up. Weird.

I lift the rug and take it to the washing machine, folding it in two so it'll fit inside.

I sigh loudly, still clutching my head, and head upstairs to brush my teeth and whatnot. But when I arrive at the top of the stairs, I find the bathroom door locked.

Becky beat me to it, damn.

But then I hear retching - Becky's morning sickness, most likely. I kinda feel sympathy for her, but after what she did to me last night, I dunno.. it's kinda faded right now.

I lean my back against the hallway wall, and allow my legs to drag me downwards so I sit. My eyes feel heavy with fatigue right now; I just want my bed again.

The bathroom doors swings open, and Becky sees me sitting there. "Michael!"

She rushes over to me, but I stand myself up and begin to walk the other way. "Leave me alone."

"Michael, how many times can I apologise for last night? You were drunk, hyped-up, mental, and I was angry. It's the hormones! I won't be like this once Mini is born!"

I turn around to face her, and I place my hand on my forehead and wince in pain.

"Hangover?" she asks.

I nod my head, and cringe at the pain. She places her hand atop mine, and rubs my knuckles lightly with her thumb. "I can look after you, but you gotta forgive me."

"No," I breathe, walking towards the bathroom. "I'm not ready to forgive it, not yet."

"It was a slap, Michael. It wasn't meant to hurt you!"

I check myself in the mirror, and notice a red mark on my cheek. "Yeah, tell that to the red mark you left on my face!"

She sighs loudly, and I can see her eyes filling with tears in the reflection in the mirror. "I'm sorry!"

I brush my teeth silently, and continue getting ready without responding.

"Michael.. please talk to me."

I spit the toothpaste into the sink, and put my brush away, before finally turning around to see her face. I open my mouth to speak, but then I realise I have nothing to say to her, so I just slip by her.

I feel like crap, with this hangover, and what Becky did is making it worse. But I can't stay in the house with Becky all day.

I originally booked the week off work for my birthday, but I can't be in the same room as Becky right now. I have too much going on in my head.

I grab my jacket and slip it on, and head to the door. Becky soon sees.

"W-Where are you going?!"

"To work."

"But you're sick, you can't go today!"

"I'll be less sick there, than here with you. I'll be home normal time."

I head out the door, making sure I slam it as loudly as possible.

I didn't even kiss her goodbye.

--

I just about managed to drive to work safely, and now I'm walking to the building.

Gary Medical Practice.

I get inside, and see Ash.

"Morning, Michael. Didn't expect to see you for the next week!"

"Yeah, well.."

I have nothing really to say, so I give a faint smile and walk by.

I arrive at my room, and get changed into my doctor gear.

What a fun day this'll be.

--

"Michael?"

Ash enters my room about six hours later, holding a prescription in his hand.

"What?" I ask.

"Michael, if this is a joke, then it isn't funny!" he says.

"What do you mean?!" I ask defensively.

My elbow leant on the desk, I rub my forehead with my hand, to try soothe the headache pain, just a little.

"I mean this! Miss Andrews just came to reception with this prescription you gave her, saying you prescribed her with Volteren, when she has Tonsillitis! How did this happen?!"

I feel like an idiot now.

"I'm sorry.. I don't know how that happened.."

"Well, it's unprofessional, Michael. Very unprofessional!"

"I realise, sir--"

"I could fire you for prescribing patients with the wrong medication!"

"Okay!" I cry.

Then, I lose it, and I bury my head into my hands and force myself not to cry.

But the force isn't strong, and I cry here and now in front of Ash.

"Michael, man, what're you crying for?"

"I'm not," I lie. "Jus-Just allergies!"

"Michael, you forget I'm a doctor, and that I know the symptoms of allergies. Crying is not one of them."

"I know.. just.. I'll redo the prescription. Please tell Miss Andrews that I send my sincere apologies.."

"You've got something going on at home, haven't you? That's why you're crying."

Completely ignoring his statement, I dry my eyes.

"You say I prescribed Volteren? I need to change it.. I'll change it now.."

"Michael," Ash stops me from standing up. "Tell me what's bothering you, man."

I sigh, accepting defeat. "It's Becky.. y'know, my girlfriend. Last night, I got real drunk, and she got mad at me.. I can't think why, but then she hit me, and I haven't forgiven her yet. I can't forgive her, Ash.. it really hurt. And having a hangover today doesn't help my mood.."

He sits back in his chair and rest his hand under his chin. "Hmm.. going through a rough patch, I see. I was wondering about the red mark on your face. Look, quickly change the prescription, and I'll let you off, this once. But if I find out any other prescriptions have been mis-prescribed, there'll be trouble, man!" he jokes, "But anyway, once you've done that, just take it easy, okay? I think you should go home, if you're hungover. You look sick, Michael. Just go home."

"No," I reply tiredly. "I have a job to do, so I'm gonna.. do it.."

My voice is sounding weary; I'm getting tired.

"Go home," Ash demands.

"No."

"It's your call. But do the prescription, yeah?"

"Sure.. of course."

--

I've redone the prescription for Miss Andrews, and now there's only about half an hour of work left.

I knew I could last the full shift, despite what Ash thought.

I check my patient timetable, which got updated about ten minutes ago.

Who's my next patient?

Oh.

Becky.

I programme her name to appear on the screen, and moments later she enters the room bashfully.

"H-Hi, Michael.."

Headache still going strong, I rub my forehead before answering.

"Miss Summers, what seems to be the problem?" I ask, acting professional.

"I-I wanna apologise for last night, seeing as you still haven't forgiven me. I just wanna get it past us, enjoy the time we have together. So we can.. sleep together again, instead of each end of the house.. so we can kiss for the first time in twenty-four hours. I don't like it when you're mad at me, Michael. I really love you, and I'm sorry.. really sorry.. it was just in the heat of the moment. I didn't mean it.."

"So.. what medication do you want for that?" I ask, still sticking to my job.

"Stop with the doctor games, Michael! I'm tryna make amends, and here you are acting like it's a joke!"

"Well, you normally love Doctor Michael. What's your problem now, huh?" I ask angrily.

"My problem is that my boyfriend, and the father to our unborn child is being ridiculous as per usual!"

"As per usual?" I repeat.

"As per freakin' usual!" she clarifies.

"So, if I was ridiculous, I would still be a doctor, which requires a high level of intellect? Don't think so!"

She has nothing to say now.

Ha, good.

"B-But--"

She cuts her own speech off, by resting her hand on her stomach and groaning in pain.

She exhales through her mouth, and closes her eyes.

"Ughn.." she groans.

"W-What's wrong?" I ask, now being serious.

"I-I feel like I'm having contractions.. not major ones.. but little ones.." she answers.

"You're only three months pregnant. It's just Braxton Hicks," I assure her.

She nods, inhaling through her nose, and exhaling through her mouth. "Yeah.."

"Are you okay?" I ask genuinely.

She nods again. "Yeah.. just not used to this kinda feeling.. I'll be okay.."

"Good," I reply, smiling faintly.

She looks at me sadly. "I'm sorry I hit you.. please forgive me. I hate it when you're mad at me, I really do."

I give her an interrogating glance. "Do you promise never to do it again?"

"I can't promise, but I'm fairly sure it won't happen again. It's the hormones, not me."

I sigh loudly. "Sure, the hormones.."

"I'm sorry.." she apologises tearfully.

"Okay.. it's okay.." I reply.

I stand up from my chair, and hug her tightly. "Just don't scare me like that again, with your Braxton Hicks."

"Yeah, cos I can really help that," she replies.

I pull away from her and look her deep in the eyes. "I don't like it when we fight. I hate it."

"So do I," she exhales.

"And despite that slap hurting like hell, I will never stop loving you.. okay?"

She nods her head, looking down to avoid eye contact. "I love you, too."

"Now," I start. "My cheek still hurts from last night, so what is Doctor Summers gonna prescribe for that?"

She gives me a warm smile, before standing up on her tip-toes to kiss my cheek.

"That's much better," I smile. "I can feel the pain going away already."

"Well, good!" she gives a faint smile. "But I would rather have put my lips against yours, rather than on your cheek."

"Well, Miss Summers, let me give you the right medication for that," I say seductively.

Next thing we know, my arms are embracing her tightly, and hers doing the same, and our lips touch for the first time in twenty-four hours.

I peck her lips once, then once more, and a final time, before I let my lips press firmly against hers for a much longer period of time, which makes me feel so good inside.

I find it comical how I can only get mad at her for a few hours, then I can't help but love her all over again.

She just gives me fever.. and I love her, more than anything in this world - excluding Mini.

The kiss deepens, and I push Becky against the wall, remembering to be cautious of the baby.

I've really missed her lips, how I managed to cope the past twenty-four or so hours is beyond me, but I've done it.

I part my lips from Becky's, and look her in the eyes.

"Miss Summers?"

"Doctor Jackson?"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me," I say softly.

"Doctor Michael Joe Jackson," she exhales. "I love you."

"Good," I smile.

"Now you look me in the eyes, and tell me you love me, too."

I lean my forehead against hers, so our noses touch by the tips.

"Miss Becky Louise Summers, I love you."

We give each other warm smiles, before I press my lips against hers once again.

But this time, it isn't angry or fiery; it's sweet and beautiful.

It's like I can actually feel my hangover fading; being in Becky's presence, and not arguing with her. It's like the stress was making it worse.

Caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers, I make it known to her that she's mine, and always will be.

I place my free hand on her stomach, and rub gently, as the kiss continues.

Being with my girl and my baby, I couldn't be happier right now, if I tried.

So... I added a doctor part! How'd you like it? Hope you did like it :)