This was also a request but they'd like to remain anonymous.
You: Ariella, Ari
"Mrs. Porter?"
"Hello? Mrs. Porter?" repeats the voice causing you to snap back into reality. You look up.
"Yes, sorry," you apologize. The nurse in front of you smiles.
"No worries, sweetheart. Follow me. We're all ready in the back for you," she says as you follow her. She leads you into a hallway that has a ton of doors. One of the doors was slightly cracked open and you could see a couple waiting in there, the man's hand on her very large pregnant belly. You smiled instinctively but quickly snapped back as your circumstances came back into your mind.
"We'll be in this room. I'll be right back," says the nurse. You nod as you walk in and plop yourself down on the examination table. You sway your feet as the wait time seems to be eternal. Your Vans rub against each other making a noise.
*Buzz*
Your phone vibrates in your pocket.
Mike💍: Hey, where are you? I thought you were gonna be at home.
You lock your phone.
You'd missed your period the last two months but you didn't think much of it. Michael never noticed as for him this meant more sex but you became nervous. That's when you took a pregnancy test on your lunch break and to your surprise, it said positive. You'd talked to Mike about having kids before but he always brushed it off or said things like, "I don't want kids anytime soon," or, "Kids are annoying, let's not have them." You'd only been married for about eight months and things were pretty smooth but things got rocky when you'd talk about having children.
"Hey, Mrs. Porter. I'm Doctor Evans. How are you?" asked the doctor as she came in with the nurse from before. She looked to be in her 40's.
"Hey, I'm fine thanks," you respond dryly.
"Any correlation with Michael Porter Junior?" she asks jokingly.
"Yeah, uhh that's my husband," you respond. She backs up.
"Oh, woah. Seriously?" she asks.
"Yeah," you say as your lift your hand and show her your engagement ring. You slide the ring up a bit revealing his initials tattooed on your ring finger. MPJ.
"Okay so when did you get the positive test?" she asks as she takes a seat on a stool near you. The nurse holds a pen out for the doctor.
"Uhm, four days ago," you say quietly, almost in a whisper. She writes something down on her clipboard.
"Okay, so, I'm gonna drawl some blood and we need a urine sample, just so I can confirm," she explains. You nod as she takes some gloves out of her pocket.
~~*~~
You make your way out of the clinic with your big ol paper that read; PREGNANT: Positive, ESTIMATION: ABOUT 7-8 WEEKS. NEXT APPOINTMENT: Ultrasound, August 4th @ 1:30 PM.
You make your way into your car and as soon as you shut the door, your break down into tears. Your crying is interrupted by your phone ringing. You wipe your eyes a bit and pull it out of your pocket.
Incoming call from Mike💍...
You sigh as you clear your throat before answering.
"Hello?" you say in a shaky voice. Mike seems to notice and immediately becomes concerned.
"What's going on, mama? Where you at?" he asks. You clear your throat again.
"I—uh, I had to run some errands. I'm on my way home. What's up? What do you need?" you spit out quickly.
"No, nothing. I came home early and was wondering why Bella was home alone," he explains. Bella was your 2 year old Frenchie (dog).
"I'm coming now," you say as you try and cut the convo short.
"K, see you," you say before he even says anything and hang up. You were so nervous. You and Mike were both clearly not in the right situation to have kids.
At home, Mike went downstairs to your indoor gym. Bella trailed behind him. Mike made his way to the punching bag and Bella made herself cozy under the lifting bench. As you walked in through the front door, you could here Mike's grunting coming from downstairs, you became tense. Him being at the punching bag only meant he was already stressed out. You set your bag and keys down on the table as a shaky exhale escaped your lips. Bella's nails are heard scratching against the floor as she runs up the stairs to greet you. You know that Mike was probably right behind her so you try and distract yourself by turning to do dishes. Mike shuts the door quite loudly behind him to make his presence known. You jump a bit but continue washing dishes without acknowledging him. Suddenly, he pushes his shirtless, sweaty self against you from behind.
"You know we have a dish washer, right?" he asks into your ear. You shudder in chills.
"You know I like washing by hand, right?" you sarcastically respond. He chuckles as he kisses the top of your head. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer into him. You close your eyes as you feel your husbands affection.
"I'll be in my office if you need me. Love you," he says as he walks away. You sigh as he leaves, all the tension that you didn't know you had, fades. After a while, you make your way into your room, passing his office on the way. He was on the phone so he paid you no mind. As you walk into your room, you plop yourself down on the bed.
The next two hours, you spent trying to find a way to tell him. It was the most dreadful moment of your life.
After a few hours, you went and grabbed the paper out of your bag. You decided that you would just show him the paper and get it over with. You slowly made your way to his office only to find him in a rush to leave.
"Hey, can we talk?" you say as you watch him slide on a shirt and some jeans. He doesn't look up at you for a sec.
"Can it wait?" he ask. You stare at him blankly.
"Uhh, yeah. Sure," you say as you back up slowly. He finally looks up. He smiles at you as he finally slides his shoes on and is ready to leave. Your eyes become glossy with tears threatening to fall.
"What's that?" he asks referring to the paper in your hands. You fold it up and put it in your back pocket.
"Oh, nothing. It can wait," you say. He smiles as he wraps his arm around you and places a kiss on your forehead.
"I'll be back in a bit. I love you," he says. You nod.
"K. Love you too," you say as you try and pull away. He lets go and bolts out of the house. You were left to simmer in your own thought.
The entire afternoon was horrible for you. You sat in his office chair for hours with the pregnancy results in your hand. Telling him was probably the hardest task to ever overcome you.
The night grew darker and you grew sleepier. You left the results on his desk and made your way into your bedroom where you put on some comfy spandex and one of Mike's hoodies. You crawled into your sheets and dozed off. Mike hated when you didn't wait for him but it was late and you'd had a long day.
He made his way home later that night. It was somewhere around 1:30 AM but you didn't really realize he was home because you were sleeping.
Mike calls for you as he walks down the hallway. No response. He stops by his office to drop off some paperwork and to leave his bag in the closet. As he sets the pile of papers down on his desk, he spots the pregnancy results. His hands fly to the paper. He carefully reads it and his heart begins racing.
"No fucking way," he whispers to himself. He sets the paper down and makes his way to the room only to find you deep asleep. His glare softens as he sees you resting peacefully. He sits down next to you and lightly taps you.
"Ari?" he calls softly.
"Ariella?" he calls, this time shaking you a bit harder. Your eyes flutter open. You jump up a bit from Mike's face being so close to yours.
"Huh? What happened?" you ask as you sit up. He looked worried.
"I don't know, you tell me," he says. You look into his eyes in confusion.
"You're pregnant?!" he adds. You swallow your breath and look down into your lap.
"Ariella, answer me," he says. All you can do is nod. He lets out a high pitched breath before standing up and pacing around. The tears that once threatened to fall down your cheeks finally fell in streams. Your palms covered your face.
"I know this isn't what we planned, I'm sorry," you say between sobs. Mike pauses his pacing and looks at you. He had so many things to say but chose to keep quiet and distance himself. He practically stormed out of the room and left you alone. You wiped your tears and sat up straight. What is wrong with me, you thought to yourself. You came to your senses and realized that this pregnancy wasn't all your fault, actually it wasn't your fault at all. You laid back down and tried to go to sleep.
Mike paced around in his office like a maniac.
"Fuck," he repeats. His hands run through his hair as he comes to the conclusion that he might've fucked up. His first instinct is to call Cierra, his older sister.
The call rings for a long time but she finally picks up.
"Hello?" she questions sleepily. Mike let's out a sigh.
"Hey, sorry to bug you at this time," he begins.
"What's going on? Is everything okay?" she asks as worry immediately washes over her. Mike sighs before responding.
"No, I—uh," he begins but pauses to take a deep breath.
"Ariella is pregnant," he says quietly, shocking himself almost as if he couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth.
"Oh my gosh, Michael! That's amazing!" she responds.
"Is it?" he questions. That's when Cierra notices something off about his tone.
"Yes, of course it is. Why? What's up, baby bro?" she interrogates.
"I don't know. It feels off. I'm too young," he says. She sighs.
"Mike, this is your wife we're talking about. I'd understand how you feel if it was your short term girlfriend or something but it's YOUR WIFE," she speaks calmly. Mike listens and doesn't make a sound.
"What did you do?" she asks, knowing her brother acts out in anger a lot. He shrugs even through she obviously couldn't see him.
"I—uh, just walked out the room without saying anything. I didn't wanna hurt her feelings," he says shamefully. Cierra giggles on the other end of the phone.
"Wise decision," she says.
Their convo ends shortly after as Mike comes to his senses.
"Thanks Ci, I know what I gotta do. Love you," he says as he ends the conversation.
"Love you too," she says. She finishes with a yawn and hangs up.
Michael sits on his desk for a few more minutes before heading into the room you shared and changing into his pajamas; which were just some shorts, no shirt. You watch him get dressed as you fake asleep. He glances over at you and admires you, thinking you're asleep.
As he finally made his way to his side of the bed, you roll over to the opposite side. Mike lays himself down on the bed and faces you.
After a short while, his arms wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest. He believes you're asleep so he begins talking to you while rubbing your belly.
"I'm sorry for acting that way," he begins.
"I'm happy, I really am, mama. I'm just scared," he adds. He kisses the side of your face and tries falling asleep, and that's when you pull away from him. He releases you as he dozes off.
The next morning, you're awakened my Mike's phone going off. He lays, deep asleep, next to you. You look over and nudge him. He rolls over and grabs his phone. And that was when you felt the morning sickness.
"Fuck," you whisper as you hold back your nausea and jump out of bed. You run into your bathroom. Mike ends his call quickly to make sure you're okay.
You make it to the toilet and throw up, Mike trails behind you. He holds your hair away from your face.
"You okay, mama?" he asks. You shake your head.
"Let me help you," he says as he picks you up from your knees. You glance over at him and push his arms away as you make your way to the sink. He trails behind you, pressing his body against yours as you stand by the sink. His hands wrap around your waist and snake under your hoodie to feel your belly. You can't help but crack a small smile, Mike kisses your head.
"I'm sorry about last night," he says quietly. You turn to look at him as you place yourself on the sink counter.
"I know, I heard you," you say. He looks at you in confusion.
"When you came to bed," you clarify.
"Oh," he says awkwardly. He walks closer to you and hugs you, placing a kiss on your forehead. You playfully shove him away. He scoots back in, hugging you aggressively.
"I love you," he says as he holds eye contact. You maintain eye contact but become intimidated.
"Right," you say, trying to move him out of the way. He chuckles.
"You ain't believe me?" he asks as he leans in to kiss you. You move your face away and manage to get off of the counter and away from him. You speed walk into your room and closet.
"So you don't forgive me?" he asks as he watches you rummage through clothes. He bites his lip as he watches you reach for something, your hoodie riding up your thighs.
"Mmh, I don't know," you say. He presses his body against yours again. This time, you feel his print against your booty.
"What?" you whisper as you shut your eyes. Mike pulls you into his chest.
"I'm apologizing, again," he says. You turn around to face him. You look up at him, his body very close to yours, one hand around your waist, and the other now caressing your face.
"Yeah? How?" you ask.
"Like this," he says as he bends down a little and picks you up with the arm he had around your waist. He pins you against the wall and grabs your face with his free hand. He kisses you very slowly. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss quickly turns into a passionate make out session. Your legs wrap around him as he moves away from the wall and walks both of you into the bedroom. He gently places you on the bed and pulls away. You helplessly look up at him. He admires you for a few seconds before leaning back in to kiss you, this time moving the kiss down to your neck. He pulls away again to pull off his hoodie from you. You sit up a bit to help him, revealing your almost nude figure underneath. He resumes his kisses from your neck down to your tummy. As he begins to peel off your spandex and panties, he pauses.
"Watch your head in there, little one," he whispers against your belly before continuing to strip you. You smile at his actions.
Next thing you know, you're laying on the bed with Michael's head between your thighs as he pleases you.
"Mmh, I am so so so sorry," he continues to apologize against your clit. He hums and continues to work his tongue through your folds and around your clit. His fingers assist him in bringing you to your first orgasm. You run your hands through his hair as your toes curl.
"Oh, fuck, baby," you moan. His free hand runs up your torso, gripping at your breasts.
"I'm cuming, Mike. I'm cuming," you announce as you hold on for dear life. You release all over his face, he makes sure to clean up every drop.
He comes back up, kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself.
"Mike," you moan as you push him away.
"What?" he asks, sounding a bit worried as he pulls away.
"Off?" you ask as you play with the strings of his shorts. He smirks.
"Yeah," he says as he slides them off along with his briefs. His member springs up, almost slapping his stomach. You reach your hand out for him to lean back into you. He begins kissing you again, lightly grazing his length against your sensitive heat. You quietly gasp into the kiss as the feeling sends jolts of pleasure through your body. Your need to feel him inside you drives you crazy so you reach down for him and pull him into you. Mike pulls away from the kiss as you take him by surprise. He groans a little as he pushes himself in the rest of the way. He begins doing long, deep strokes. You turn your head to the side as you moan his name. He leans in to kiss you.
"You're soo pretty," he says as he continues to thrusts into you. All you can do is nod in response as his dick drives you crazy.
As his thrusts continue, he leans in to kiss you occasionally.
"You forgive me?" he asks between thrusts. You moan.
"Answer me, Ariella," he says as he slows down. You moan again.
"Fuck! Yes, I forgive you," you moan. He smiles and picks up the pace.
You being to clench around him which brings him close to his climax.
"Baby, you cumming?" he asks as his thrusts become sloppy.
"Mmhmm," you hum in response.
"Wait for me," he says as he throws his head back. He thrusts a few more times.
"Now," he says, right as you're about to tap out. You practically scream as you orgasm.
"OH FUCK!" you moan into the room. Mike spasms a bit as his seed shoots into you while he whimpers.
He pulls out slowly and let's his body collapse next to yours.
"Do you really forgive me?" he breaks the silence. You look up at him. He moves more into the center of the bed, pulling you with him.
"Yes," you say as you hug him.
"Thank God cus I thought I was gonna have to do that all over again," he says. You giggle.
"You were already forgiven before we had sex, Mike."
"I know."