"Becky, baby, it's not what it looks like! She kissed me!" Michael cries.

Classic first sentence after being busted.

He runs up the stairs to meet me at the top. I place my hand up to stop him in his tracks.

"Save it, Michael. Just save it," I say sharply, before turning around and walking to the bedroom.

I sit on the bed, tears forming in my eyes.

My boyfriend, my fiancé has kissed another girl!

I don't even.. I can't think right now. All I can see in my head is Michael shoving his tongue down that girl's throat.

He kissed her the way he kisses me. That hurts. I don't even know who she is, she's just someone that turned up outta nowhere.

I hear footsteps approaching the room. I lie down on the bed, turning my back towards the door and closing my eyes, letting the tears I've been saving fall down my cheeks.

I hear the door open, and the darkness is interrupted by a ribbon of light seeping through the ajar door.

I hear gentle footsteps approaching the bed. I take a deep breath as I feel the bed move down gently at the weight of an extra person lying behind me.

I feel a soft stroke of a single finger down my spine, and a soft kiss on my shoulder blade.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry."

The soft tone of Michael's voice finally disturbs the silence, and his gentle touch against the back of my neck makes my body shiver.

I feel goosebumps forming on my skin as Michael kisses the back of my neck again.

"Janine kissed me, I swear. She asked me to dance, I said no. She forced me, baby. She forced me."

So her name was Janine. Janine. Janine..

"Please speak to me, please."

Michael strokes my back again, yet I still ignore him. I don't wanna speak yet. I'm not ready to.

I turn in the bed, so I'm lying on my back. I don't wanna face Michael, so the most he's getting is a side profile.

"Being stubborn, are we? Well, two can play at that game."

He gets up from his place on the bed and moves around to the other side.

I don't watch him, but I can see his dark, shadowy figure gliding round the room.

He stops at the opposite side of the room, the other side of the bed. He sits down by me, and strokes a lock of my hair.

"If you're going to make things difficult, then."

He lies back, resulting in him laying down on top of me.

I groan from his weight on me, making him chuckle.

"Refusing to talk? Well, I'll make you talk."

He shifts his body further up mine.

"Mind the bump," I finally say.

"She speaks," Michael cries sarcastically.

He places his hand underneath my neck, forcing me to lift my head a little.

"Look, please believe me about that kiss. She kissed me, I promise," he starts, but I feel compelled to interrupt.

"You could have pulled away anytime you wanted," I say shortly.

Michael exhales loudly, showing he's clearly fed up with what I'm saying.

"Look, just know that she's very flirty. She's Cameron's sister--"

"Cameron's sister?! The 'beautiful, hot, smoking' one?!" I suddenly cry loudly.

Michael widens his eyes at my new-found anger. "Yes! But I don't find her hot! Or beautiful! She's creepy, pervy, strange! I don't like her!"

"No! Obviously you don't like her! You love her by the looks of it!" I growl.

"Well, you're not very observant are you? She kissed me! She started getting all sexual, and asking me questions, forcing me to dance! She even asked me to take her upstairs! You know nothing!" Michael hisses.

"I know nothing? Are you serious?! Michael, you're harder to read than anyone I've ever met! You make yourself that way! Is that my fault? No!" I shout.

Michael sits up from on top of me, and stands up on the actual floor. I get up from the bed, and stand on the other side of the room.

"I wouldn't seem so difficult to read if my girlfriend knew how to read," he says sharply.

"Excuse me?!" I demand.

Michael turns around to face me, his arms folded.

"Yeah, I said it! You just jump to conclusions before you know the facts! Yes, me and Janine kissed, I think the entire world knows it, thanks to you! But the thing is, it wasn't, I repeat, wasn't my fault!" he screams.

I walk to the door.

"Yes, maybe it wasn't your fault! But, you still could have pulled away any time you wanted!" I cry, opening the door and walking out.

I can hear footsteps behind me. Michael's following me.

"You come back here now!" he demands.

I keep walking. I have nothing more to say to him. Doesn't he realise he's hurt me?

He's hurt a tired, weak, stressed, five-months-pregnant woman! His own fiancée!

I arrive downstairs, and the party is still going on. Damn, how could I forget about it? The music is louder than anything I've ever heard!

Emma walks up to me as soon as she spots me.

"Cozzy, what's up?" she asks in concern. I don't wanna tell her.

"It's nothing," I say quietly, slipping past her and heading into the garden.

I sit down on the swing bench Michael has, it always calms me down when I'm in any kinda bad mood. But I've rarely had to use it before. This is a whole new kinda pain. I've never felt this pain before.

Michael kissed a girl that wasn't me. And, apparently I can't 'read.' Ok then.

Ugh, I'm so angry! I wanna cry. I already practically am. I can barely see from the tears in my eyes.

"You're a fast mover."

I hear a soft voice behind me. I regain my vision and turn around.

Ugh, Michael.

I turn my head back away, I don't wanna look at him. He sits next to me on the bench, and again, he's stroking my arm and kissing my neck.

"You're so sexy when you're angry," he growls seductively.

Ok, as much as that tone of voice is sexy, I must control myself. I'm supposed to be angry, right?

"Yes. Well then I must be very sexy. Because I'm not happy with you."

My tone is calm, but he can tell I'm hurt.

"See, I knew you already knew that. You listened to me that night, didn't you? I told you to stop putting yourself down. Looks like you finally listened to something I said," he says.

"I don't want your sarcasm now. It ain't a great time, Jackson," I say annoyedly.

He tries to wrap his arm around me, but I stop him.

"Meow, calling me by my surname. You just get even angrier and even sexier!" Michael chuckles.

He then turns serious. "I'm sorry about the kiss. I didn't want it to happen as much as you didn't. She literally sprung on me like some sorta.. spring."

He's obviously not great at making similes. Sprung on me like a spring? Hmm-kay then.

I turn my head his way.

"This was meant to be a good new year. But it's going crap so far," I say shortly.

Michael sighs sympathetically.

"And it's my fault, I know. But, at least you had my first kiss of 1989," he tries to lighten the mood, but it isn't quite working.

"But Janine was your second," I say sadly.

Michael exhales loudly in disappointment.

"I know. And I wish she had never even had one at all. Please, forgive me for what happened," he begs.

"Are you getting bored of me, already?" I ask outright.

Michael's eyes widen.

"What? No! You're having my child, you're beautiful, you're wonderful, incredible, and I love you more than anything in the entire solar system. Ok? I want you to know that. There is nothing in this world that is more important to me than you," he explains.

"Just the solar system? So not the entire universe then?" I ask.

Michael exhales with a smile as he tries to think of a suitable answer.

"Damn girl, you're a feisty one. You've never been this angry at me before, not even when you hated me, before we started going out!" he changes the subject.

"Hmm, maybe I can read you. Because that was the worst subject change in the entire world," I say sarcastically.

Michael rolls his eyes.

"Maybe it was. But yes, you're just one planet short of being my universe," he says.

"Short? Why, what's wrong with me?" I ask sadly. Michael chuckles.

"The other planet will be gained once we're married, and when Ryder's here," Michael explains.

I try to control my smile. It's hard, but I manage to keep it off my face.

"You kissed another girl."

I bring our conversation back to the focus point. Michael's smile becomes a frown.

"I've apologised God knows how many times, baby. Please, just forgive me already. I don't want this being the worst new year ever because of a stupid girl called Janine," he says.

"But it hurt, Michael," tears are forming in my eyes now. "You kissed a girl that wasn't me.. I believe you when you say it wasn't your fault, but that image'll never leave my mind, not ever!"

My anger is calming down, but I'm still not finished.

"Baby, I--"

"Michael.. it'll never leave my head.."

"I tried to pull away. I struggled to pull away. I fought to pull away," he cries.

I can see tears in his eyes too.

If Michael cries, I feel pain. Crap gets real if the boy's crying in a relationship.

He places his arm around me, and I let him this time. I think he's genuinely sorry about what happened. It's just the mental image.. I can't get rid of it.

I place my hand on my stomach and look down at it. It's getting bigger. It's starting to show a lot more now.

Over halfway through the pregnancy, and it's sure showing. Soon, I'll barely wanna go outside for fear of being mocked for it.

But that's life. A bit like the kiss..

"I'm sorry about the kiss. I don't know how many times I can apologise. I feel hurt that I've upset you. It's killing me to know I've hurt you. I don't even know why Janine was here, she just sorta.. showed up. She asked me to dance, and I said no, but she pulled me into the living room without me even wanting to. She placed my hands on her waist, and placed hers on my shoulders. I tried to take them off, but she put them right back on. I explained time and time again that I had to come back upstairs to you, but she got upset, and she was nearly crying, saying; "oh, please stay and dance. Don't go!" I didn't know what to say to her. I said, "I gotta go upstairs to my girlfriend," and she replied with, "upstairs, huh? Can I come, too?" she sounded so pervy! I said no, I ran to the bottom of the stairs, then she grabbed me again. She looked up, saw mistletoe, and smiled really creepily, and went, "mistletoe. You know the rule!" and then she kissed me! And I'm so, so sorry about the kiss!"

Michael's crying now. He looks so guilty. I think I believe his story.

There was mistletoe by the stairs. And Janine does look rather pervy. Her dress barely covered her.. well, she's just an easy-looking girl.

"I'm sorry about the kiss," he apologies once more.

I lean my head on Michael's chest and sigh.

"What kiss..?"

Michael leaps up and hugs me tightly.

"I'm so happy you're not mad at me anymore!" he cries, letting go of the hug and looking into my eyes.

"I can't stay mad at you. I'm not happy about what happened, but I'm gonna have to live with it, aren't I..?" I reply.

Michael looks down, his face showing a serious expression.

"I'm gonna have to live with that, too," he starts, then he looks up at me. "The pain I've put you through. That, and the icky feel of Janine's chapped lips.. ick.."

Michael shudders to emphasise his point. I can't stop a smile from appearing on my face now.

"Yeah, you better realise how lucky you are that I haven't dumped your ass," I say sharply, but with a hint of jokiness.

Michael smiles too.

"Yeah, I'm the most lucky man in the world. Now, c'mon, you wanna go to bed? You're tired?" he asks.

"Oh, I'm a little more awake now," I say guiltily.

"I'm not. I'm so tired. C'mon, let's go upstairs, I'm so very tired," Michael winks at me.

Oh gosh, I know what he's thinking.

"Oh, yeah, I am tired," I chuckle, pretending to yawn.

Michael takes my hand and walks me upstairs. The party is still going on, but it's less lively now.

"I'm gonna make this new year one to remember," Michael says seductively.

We get to the bedroom, and I lie on the bed.

"So, so, so very tired," Michael repeats over and over as he takes off his shirt.

"I'm fighting to keep my eyes open," I chuckle.

He gets onto the bed, and hovers over me, propping himself up with his arms and legs. He's right above me on the bed now..

"Happy new year, baby," he smiles. "I love you."