But Only In Red Ink || #Wattys2017

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"Now, spread the chocolate chips on top of the dough like they're sprinkles," he instructed and I gladly did so. "Good, good." He fixed a few and placed the pan into the oven.

To make me feel better about the situation and to take my mind off of it, Michael offered to help me make a cookie cake. I gratefully accepted. I needed to not think about it so much. I needed to let it go for the time being.

Carlisle seemed so angry with me in the past texts. He sugarcoated how stupid he thought I was on many occasions. I chose to ignore him for the rest of the night. I shouldn't have told him, but I was expecting advice not abuse.

"While that's in the oven, we could find something else to do," Michael offered. He stood silent for a moment, letting the music switch from song to song. You and I  by Jeff Buckley filled the room.

I shrugged and nodded. "Like what?"

He looked my face over and held out his hand. I hesitatingly took it before he pulled me to his chest. He moved my free hand to his shoulder and set his hand on my lower waist. We moved together slowly with the music. I guessed that this made Jeff Buckley our favorite artist as a couple. He seemed to always be the background music to our romantic thriller film.

I loved this song especially though. It was in haunting a cappella and echoes. I could hear Michael humming as I laid my head on his shoulder. I felt so close to him. Not physically but emotionally.

"I know you hate me," he interrupted my thoughts. "But I must admit that I do love you."

My eyes widened. What? I pushed him away a little. "Don't say that, Michael. Please don't."

"Why not? Why can't I confess how I feel about you? What's wrong with that?"

Because it's possible that I don't really hate you, I thought.

"I can't sit here and listen to you tell me something like that. Because if you really loved me, you wouldn't have done all this to me." I stepped away further.

"It's all because I don't want to leave you or I don't want you to leave me, Tia. And I believe that we belong together, you can't deny that."

I really can't.. but there are so many other things that I can't say or do.

"Michael, just-"

"Just let me love you, Miss Hiddleston. I'm not asking for much back," he begged softly.

"But you're getting much back. You're getting a baby from me. You're getting a wife from me."

"But aren't you glad that I'm going to be a loving father and a loving husband? I could be hateful," he argued.

I sighed. "You've just shown me so much worse in the past."

"And I've promised to never do that again, right? I've been doing a good job of it too."

"It's only been twelve hours since you've made that promise." I shook my head and sat on the stool behind me. "I'm still afraid of you. You've yet to make me feel any different." Or have you?

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're right. I'm sorry.. you know I'm still working on it though. I've been nothing but gentle with you so far."

I shrugged. "So far." I emphasized.

He took my hands in his. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated. "Im not sure what else you want me to say!"

"Don't just tell me, Michael." I rolled my eyes. "Show me."

He nodded. "Alright, I'll show you. You just wait." He pulled the cake out of the oven and set it on the stove. "Then you'll see that I'm telling the truth and you'll love me back." He pointed to me. "I promise you, Tia. You'll get nothing but the best from me."

Once the stove was closed, I went over and kissed his cheek. "Fine, I'll wait," I yawned. "I'm taking a nap until then."

Before he could reply, I went into the bedroom and laid down. I couldn't help but to think about his promises until I fell asleep.

"I swear," he looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "No matter how long I'm gone for, you'll still get no less than the best from me."

"Stop it," I cried. "You'll be fine!" My hand was drenched in blood but not my own. His blood. "You'll be able to show me in person still, Michael! Don't you pull that on me!"

"You and I both know.." his blinks got slower along with his breaths. "Tell-" his next words were inaudible being that the music got louder in my ears.

I know it's over, still I cling..

"Stay with me, please!" I could hear myself shouting. "Please don't leave me! You said you wouldn't!"

"It's what's best.. now, stop worrying about me and wake up."

"MICHAEL!!"

I woke up in sweat and with a pair of hands on my cheeks. "Darling, are you alright?"

I wiped the tears from my eyes and nodded. "I'm fine." Sitting up, I felt a pain in my head. I groaned.

"Lay back down. I'll get you some water." He quickly got up and disappeared from the doorway.

Sighing heavily, I tried to remember what the hell just happened. It just wouldn't come back to me.

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Welp. I would be shooketh.

HEY INKIES!!
Happy 4/20!! I don't even smoke weed, but how was your 4/20? 😁

Girrrrlll I've been sick since yesterday morning and I really would've updated yesterday had I felt better but I'm feeling better today so we good.

Still looking for baby names!!

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-Shann