5th of January, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 42

Angela: The clock read 7 AM when I woke up for the morning routine of throwing up.

"Angela," Michael said sleepily. "Do you need help?"

"Not from you." I snapped, clutching the toilet harder.

He sighed and I heard the bed creak, then my hair was up.

He rubbed my back gently while cooing softly in my ear.

"Just another month of this and you'll be fine." Michael's fingers gently stroked the back of my neck.

When I finished hurling, he helped me on my feet and took me to the sink.

He looked at me with those brown eyes of his like he wanted to apologize.

"Angie, I'm so sorry for how I behaved, I didn't mean it. I was tired and I had no tolerance for anything-"

I cut him off, "Why are you apologizing?"

"What?"

"I know you're not really sorry, so why don't you save yourself the trouble of apologizing if you don't really mean it?"

I stuck the toothbrush in my mouth and avoided his eyes as they looked at me through the mirror.

"Are you hungry?" Michael asked.

"I just threw up, you really think I'd be hungry?" I rolled my eyes.

"Again with this attitude?" he smirked. "Come on, baby, you know I don't like you when you're like this."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck lightly.

I spit the toothpaste in my mouth and rinsed everything away before turning to him.

"I missed you, Angie." he bit his lip and gave me a small peck.

I kissed him in return, "I missed you, too... But it really hurt that you didn't believe me, Mike... I'm your wife, you should support me and defend me, not Debbie."

"I know, and I'm really sorry about that..." he pouted.

He was just too adorable to resist, and I just had to kiss him again.

"Can you show me how much you missed me?" I questioned.

Without saying another word, he picked me up bridal style, and carried me to the bed.

~

I giggled as Michael went down my naked body with his lips, until he reached my stomach.

"Daddy loves you." he whispered, placing a very long kiss on my skin, just below my belly button.

I played with his hair, "You really need to trim it. It's getting too long."

"I know, I've just been lazy."

I kissed him, "So where were you last night? You came to bed a little late..."

"I, uh," he took his eyes off me and returned to stare at my stomach. "I just did some thinking in my office, that's all."

I looked at the clock, and it said it was already 7:45 AM.

"We should get the kids ready for school." I said.

"No, I'll go help Grace and your mom get the kids ready for school while Debbie brings you some breakfast." Michael ordered and rolled off of me.

"I want you to bring me breakfast, the last time she gave me food, I was throwing it all up. I'm telling you, she did that to me."

Michael sighed while finding his briefs, "Fine. But Angie, you gotta start trusting her. Please, for me. For our baby."

I groaned. He was doing this to get on my soft side.

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything. At least not after the last few days. Make me an omelette like I like it, and maybe I'll think about it."

"Thank you," he smiled. "I'll go get you your breakfast now, we don't want you hungry."

I blew him a kiss and he continued getting dressed, then left the bedroom.

~

Michael: I felt awful, but at the same time I didn't.

Debbie was so good to me, and it felt nice to actually have a woman that didn't get upset with me all the time.

I was putting the last things I needed for Angela's omelette and threw it all inside a pan.

I leaned against the counter as I watched everything cooking slowly.

"Hey, Michael." I heard Debbie say.

She was dressed really nicely; tight jeans and a shirt that showed the right amount of cleavage.

"I had such a great time last night..." she whispered.

I nodded, smiling. "Me too."

"So," she chuckled and looked at the pan. "What are you burning?"

"Oh, shit." I cursed and hurried to take it off the stove.

I sighed, "It was supposed to be breakfast for Angela."

"I'll make another one." Debbie said, finding more eggs from the fridge.

"You're a life saver."

"Like I said last night, I'm here if you need me."

I watched as she made the omelette and placed it neatly on a plate.

"Thanks, Debbie." I told her.

"Anytime." she placed a kiss on my lips.

She held me by my neck and deepened the kiss.

Why am I not pulling away?

"Come to my bedroom tonight, I have a special treat for you." Debbie whispered in my ear, then quickly left.

I organized a little, and put the plate on a tray with some orange juice.

When I climbed back upstairs, the kids were saying goodbye to their mother.

"Come on, kids. You'll be late for school."

They said their goodbyes to me as well, and I gave Angela the tray.

"Thanks, this looks great." she kissed my cheek.

Again, guilt crept into my mind. Even though it wasn't a direct lie, I didn't make her food, when she asked me to.

Angela took a bite, "So what's your plan for the day?"

"Nothing really, I was hoping to have a day with you."

"You know what that means." she wiggled her eyebrows.

I chuckled, giving her a kiss.

"I'm glad you're not mad at me anymore, Angie. I really missed you." I said.

"Why are you so expressive today?"

"I can't tell my woman I love her?"

"Not when I'm eating." she mumbled.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes playfully.

~

"Oh, Michael..." Angela moaned loudly.

I placed kisses on her neck, and she held onto me tightly as I kept thrusting in and out of her.

"I love you so much, baby..." I whispered, feeling her walls clench around me.

After we both reached our high, I kissed down her beautiful body.

For a woman who's been pregnant with twins twice, her body looked amazing. Before she got pregnant this time around, she worked out three times a week, claiming she needs to lose all the baby fat.

But honestly, I liked her more when she was pregnant. The thought of her carrying my children made me love her body even more.

We cuddled each other for a few minutes, just laying there in silence while our bodies calmed down.

"So when are you leaving me alone again with her?"

"Only next month," I sighed. "She has a name, you know."

"Yeah, I just rather not use it." Angela rolled her eyes.

I ran a hand over her stomach, "You promised to try."

"And I will, once you leave. But right now, I'd rather go for another round..."

I smirked and started sucking on her neck.

But just as I was about to push myself inside her again, a knock on the door interrupted me.

"Dada!"

"Mama!"

Angela groaned, "My mom was supposed to take them for a walk."

The twins' knocks got louder, and we both decided to get up and leave our comfy bed.

~

Angela: I had to admit, all the attention Michael was giving me seemed weird.

It's like the last couple of days never happened, and we were back to that happy pregnant couple. Of course, that couldn't be, because I was constantly thinking about Debbie being here.

We were in the living room where Rose and Jared played on the floor while I sat with my feet on Michael's lap.

"Mmhm, that's good..." I smiled at him as he massaged my foot.

"Dada!" Jared scoffed and crawled over to us.

"I think someone's jealous about me touching his momma..." Michael laughed and picked him up. "You're a silly little boy, aren't you?"

Jared giggled, making Rose want Michael's attention, too.

I stared at the three of them lovingly. I loved my family so much. I felt like nothing could interrupt this beautiful moment.

That feeling didn't last long, because then Debbie walked in.

"Aww, I haven't seen you holding a baby in so long... She's so beautiful, Michael. She gets that from you." she bit her lip and reached a hand to touch chubby cheek.

My daughter's eyes filled with tears, then burst into loud cries.

"Oh, baby girl, come to mommy..." I cooed.

Debbie frowned, "I hope it's not something I did."

"No, don't worry. She's a little shy when it comes to strangers, that's all." Michael assured her.

I snickered. "Maybe she just knows which people not to trust."

"Angela!" he exclaimed quietly. "Debbie, I'm sorry about that."

I rolled my eyes, then stood up with Rose still in my arms, and made my way outside.

"Angela, what was that for?" Michael asked as he followed us. "Debbie was offended."

Here he goes again, defending the bitch.

"It slipped out." I murmured.

"No, you said that on purpose."

"Whatever. I'm going back to give this one a bath."

As I walked back to the house, I noticed Debbie with Jared in her arms.

My blood boiled. He left him with her?!

"Get your hands off my son, Debbie." I growled.

"Angela, she was just watching him for a second." Michael sighed.

"I don't care, Michael! I don't trust this bitch, okay? Get her out of my house."

"Baby, come on... Be reasonable about this. She's only here to take care of you-"

"No! She's here to take me down, don't you see that?!"

He looked away and rubbed his face.

Of course he doesn't believe me. I don't know why I even expected him to.

I stormed off with both Rose and Jared balanced on my hips, and decided to give them a bath.

~

"Baby?" I heard from behind me.

Both Rose's and Jared's eyes lit up and they squealed at the sight of their daddy.

"I never meant to ruin our beautiful day together. I'm sorry, Angela. I really am." he massaged my shoulders.

The babies splashed water excitedly, making me and Michael smile at them.

"You two are the cutest!" he exclaimed. "I'm telling you, Angie, that baby you're carrying is gonna be the most beautiful baby ever... I mean, look at these two. Little angles, that's what they are..."

I watched him as he kept going on and on about how beautiful our babies are.

"No wonder they're so amazingly beautiful, Mike. You're their daddy, of course they're good looking." I said.

He blushed while rolling his eyes. "You know I get embarrassed."

"Yeah, that's the fun part of it."

He laughed and shook his head. And just like that, all our problems were gone.

If he apologized, I should too. My hormones are the only thing responsible for this mess. A truce is definitely what we need right now, I can't be under so much stress.

"You don't need to apologize to me, Mike," I took his hand. "It's just me and my stupid hormones."

"No, it's not just that. I know how you feel about Debbie being around the kids and I didn't respect that."

I sighed and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Suddenly, I felt water on my face, and when we pulled away we saw the twins' annoyed faces.

"You don't like it when me and mommy kiss?" Michael asked them. "Too bad, you're gonna see it a lot in the future, so get used to it."

He kissed me again, just this time it was a little bit more passionate.

"I love you so much, Angie." he whispered.

I caressed his cheek. Why can't I just say it already?

"Mama!"

"Dada!"

We both turned out attention back to our babies who were splashing everywhere, probably frustrated with us.

"Come in, let's get you two in your PJs." Michael said and picked Jared up.

I took Rose, dried her with a towel, and took her to the nursery, where Grace and my mother looked very pissed at me.

"You're supposed to be in bed." my mother sighed, looking directly at Michael.

Pouting, I stared at her with the face I knew she couldn't resist. "I wanted to spend time with my babies, mamma..."

"Fine, I'm letting you off this time only, I want another grand baby."

"I'll get her back to bed right now, Maria." Michael promised.

We both gave the twin we were holding to either mom or Grace, and slowly walked to the bedroom while Michael decided to tease me on the way there.

He pinched my butt, laughing away at my reaction.

"Your butt is the cutest."

Just before we entered the bedroom, my husband pulled me to him, and placed a long kiss on my lips.

When we pulled away, I noticed Debbie who stood at the top of the stairs, her face red from jealousy.

I smirked, taking Michael into the room and closing the door.