Michelle starts college in tough times. With all the racism going on in the world... she's hesitant that her college experience will be any fun. But little does she know that her liFe will take loops and turns once she meets Tatum.
Just a whole lot...
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The one thing I enjoyed was coming down to the docks and just thinking. Been doing this since I was little. Gave me a piece of mind. I asked Michelle to meet me here so we can actually talk. Especially since now we have something to really talk about.
Seeing Michelle walk down the ramp. My heart jumped. She stopped just meters away from me "we couldn't meet somewhere else?".
"I figured this would be nice to just have us and the water" I said.
She raised her brow "so what's up?".
"Well... you're pregnant! Wow, is it mine?" I asked.
She smirked "you look like you can swim... I was about to push you over for asking a stupid question".
"I need to make sure.." I said.
"Two more strikes and I'm leaving" she warned.
I sighed "I know at this very moment you hate me. But you should know the full truth. I'm not a nazi by any means. Yes, I know what you saw but it's not like that".
"Really?! So you just decided to tattoo your back of that hate symbol?" She asked.
Looking around to make sure we were alone "I'm an informant".
She laughed "yeah right and I'm dumb to even believe that".
"Michelle I'm serious" I said.
"How?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I got in some trouble a year ago and instead of going to prison... they settled for me becoming an informant. Plus, who else would be a good idea to pretend to be a nazi?!".
"I don't even know if I can believe you! Who knows if you're not lying to just have your cake and eat it to. Look, I think for now it'll be best if we only talk when it's about the baby. Even that idea is worrying me" she said.
"Michelle? You can't be serious?. I'm literally telling you the truth!. I miss you like crazy. And no, I'm not dating Ariana. She's not my type. But understand what I'm doing is dangerous. I get that. But we were good together. That baby was made out of pure love. I don't want to be like my father. Give me a chance!" I said.
She titled her head "you know I want to dislike you so bad. For lying to me! But seeing you here pleading to me... it somewhat melted my heart. Just a smudge!".
I smiled "oh really?". Trying to grab her towards me but she smacked my hand away "too soon?".
"I don't like you that much, yet" she said.
She stood closer to me leaning on the fence "so quiet here".
I nodded "that's why I like coming here". Glancing at her and seeing the sun glare off of her cheek bones. Moving my eyes down some more I saw the proof of pregnancy poking out.
"Three whole months. It seems like it flew by. One minute no proof and the next it's there" she said.
"What made decided to keep it?" I asked.
She shrugged "I don't like pain. And I've heard some crazy stories on the abortion process. Then I realized this baby is innocent. We made this!".
A smile crept upon my face. My hand slowly went to touch hers. This time she didn't push me away. Holding her hand in mine "we can do this. I want this. All of it".
She looked away "Tatum... that hurt I felt is something I never want to feel again. You don't even understand I was debating on even telling or involving you in this pregnancy".
I didn't say anything.
"If we are going to try again at this... no more secrets. No lying. Be upfront. Trust me there will be times we won't like what the other is doing. But at least we'll have trust".
I nodded "truce".
"Exactly" she said.
Pulling Michelle to me. I wanted to feel her soft lips on mine "you don't even know how I've missed you, us".
"God, you smell so good" she said.
"So... we are going to be parents? Wow" I said.
"Maybe you can take time out to come over for dinner... I know Whitney would love to see that we made up" she said.
"As long as someone makes ribs and I'm there" I said.
She smirked "of course".
Walking her back to my car "want a ride?".
She nodded "yeah my feet are starting to hurt".
Opening her door "hey your ride awaits".
The whole ride my hand never left hers. This felt right. Moving our hand to the edge of her stomach. I wanted to feel it. Pulling up to Michelle's place "thank you for including me".
