For Better Or For Worse (rewrite/ Continuation)

Chapter 34

August 30th 1998, Manhattan New York,

After celebrating Michael's birthday the day before, that was more of a baby shower for Tracee instead since she didn't have one yet and was eight months and one week into her pregnancy

Mr and Mrs Anderson went into the city with Mr and Mrs Jackson to catch up and make a shedule to babysit their grandchild since both Katherine and Kaylee would love to babysit the little one but know it won't be easy the first few months since Michael and Tracee would be in New York while Kaylee lives in Florida and Katherine in California

Gail and Romeo were back at work since they retured from travelling with Janet for two weeks, the new school semester began so Romeo had to be back to teach the gym classes and Gail had new cases to work on and was busy with her new clients and her long time clients

Leaving Michael and Tracee at the penthouse by themselves since her friends went back to California in the morning after spending the night at the penthouse too and Ethan went back home last night after the party just like Michael's siblings who flew in early the day before except for Janet who called and said she'd free her schedule for Tracee's due date in three weeks to visit them at the hospital

"I think you should call Dr Williams" Tracee gasped in pain while holding onto her baby bump

"She's still in California until next week, I think" Michael reminded her

"But I don't feel good right now, my stomach feels funny and the baby is very activily hurting me kicking harder than ever" Tracee complained sitting up and holding onto her stomach

"Are you ok?" Michael worried putting everything he was doing in the kitchen to make breakfast down and made his way to his wife on the couch

"I probably ate too much cake yesterday or too much quice" Tracee breathed rubbing her stomach "Ah shit" She gasped loudly holding on to her baby bump while her eyes doubled in size

"What's?-" Michael began but got his answer when he felt his feet getting wet "That's your water breaking right?" He asked just to be sure

"No I thought fuck toilets, of course it's my water breaking idiot" Tracee scoffed angrily

"I just wanted to be sure so there's no need to be rude" Michael answered while getting up from the couch to help Tracee up but almost landed on the floor himself

"Don't fucking make me fall!" Tracee yelled

"Sorry for trying to help you" Michael shook his head at her

"Get the fucking bag and put some shoes on and hand me my flip flops" Tracee mentioned "Fuck this hurts" She gasped holding onto her stomach feeling the first contraction

"Breathe, shit fuck, fuck where's the family when you need them" Michael stressed, making his way to bedroom to grab the bag they prepared early and quickly put his shoes on before grabbing Tracee's flip flops in the hallway almost falling over his own feet because he was trying to be faster as lighting

"Watch where the fuck you go!" Tracee breathed shaking her head

"Here" Michael mentioned helping Tracee into her flip flops before helping her up from the couch

"Get me a towel and some dry clothes" Tracee mentioned

"Ok wait, sit" Michael stressed and ran back to the bedroom to grab some dry clothes for Tracee and a towel while Tracee sat back on the couch trying to get out of her night wear existing out of a extra lont tank top and her panties

Michael helped Tracee into some dry panties and a maternity dress before helping her up from the couch

"Wait" Tracee gasped using the towel to wipe the floor with her feet