I'm Still Here: Sequel For 'Step Daddy No'

Chapter 75.

Akeilia POV

"So that's it". Michael finished. I couldn't believe it. Michael told me a little about what happened while I was in coma.

"So you seriously don't remember being in pain?" My head was laying on his chest. We turned off the bright lights, so it was just a few lamps on. It gave the room an orange and black reflexion. It felt nice. We could still see each other faces and body parts. Michael was just in his boxer and I was in my mesh nightgown.

I was in my last month for delivery. Just a few days away I was told. I was also told that I woke up a couple weeks after that psycho almost murdered me in cold blood.

"I'm not sure. I don't think anyone really remembers anything after they woke up from coma. Besides I thought you mentioned the part where I was given pain killers throughout".

"Oh yeah. I'm so stupid".

"Congrats you just found out". He chuckled and I giggled.

There was silence for a while until Michael broke it.

"I thought you would've avoided me after you woke up. I was so depressed".

"I should've. But what's the point? Stacy was the one hunting us and now that she's out of the way we should be living normal lives. The one we should've been living a long time ago. I know you love me Michael. Your not perfect I get it. But I don't wanna be away from you. Ever". He kissed the top of my head. I missed that, very much.

"Never". He uttered.

My leg was damaged badly and was taking it's time to heel. I could walk but not so much perfect and I couldn't stand for too long either. Scar for life. But it wasn't for nothing.

The slice on my belly was not so much heeled either. Not to the point where I would've been strong enough to pushed my babies out without it reopening. Even though the doctor thought that I could, everyone didn't want me to risk it even Michael, so I'd have to do C-section, plus live on pain killers until the wound was completely better and be careful not to accidentally reopened the wound, but I doubt that.

I didn't want C-section. I preferred to push, but what could I do? It was better than dying or my babies. Michael made the right decision. Even if I remembered each and every bit of pain I'd still be happy.... Naah, not really I'd be furious! ....but at first.

There was supposed to be a baby shower tomorrow. I didn't want to. Even if I did it should've been when my tummy was younger. At least 5 months or so. Why so late when I was so close and could barely walk? But Michael and everybody else insisted, so I decided, why not then?

"I saw what you did".

"Huh?"

"When you purposely forced that chair backwards after her hand went up with that knife. If you hadn't done that, you or my babies would've been dead. Or worst both. If only I'd shoot to kill, but I wanted to make her suffer first. I'm sorry babe". That hurt like crazy. Luckily I didn't broke anything and I wouldn't suffer from back pain furthermore.

"Yes you should be. But I'm not gonna play the blame game here. Yes I got extremely hurt and could've died...but I'm moving on and you should too. So please stop blaming yourself. It irritates me". I heard him sigh.

"Akeilia there are some things I need you to know". That one caught me by surprise. What was there about Michael that I didn't know?

"I'm listening".

"First thing...I'm A ah...what you'll call a genius". I giggled and rolled my eyes.

"Of course you are. Don't make me laugh Michael it hurts. The wound remember". I can't laugh too hard that strained the wound.