Mikaella

Dinner. Dinner was awkward. What she couldn't understand was why he was at the table this early. And just to lighten the tension, her son had spoke out numerous times about the blonde he had a crush for, Tessa Reinhart.

"Mommy can we go to Walmart tomorrow?" Seth asked and she returned it with a smile.

All the while Roman sat across her, sending her these signals that irked her. Why was he looking at her like that if he didn't want me to be his wife to begin with? She had reasoned swallowing the lasagna. After dinner and after telling her son for the umpteenth time that they would go to Walmart tomorrow just to buy some plastic roses, she went to her room.

More specifically the guest room. Sure she had come back home, but she wasn't dumb enough to sleep in the same room he was. She would bet a million dollars that he wanted Joanna sleeping next to him and not her. And the truth is, it hurt a tinsie bit but she let it go.

After minutes of changing into her PJs which included a loose long shirt barely reaching her knees let alone her mid thighs, she went to the bathroom only to realize that she had left her toothbrush in Roman's room.

"Oh fuck it!" She cursed,"I'll be fast. Just run in there and take my toothbrush before he notices"

Come to think of it, why had she left her new toothbrush at her parents' house?

Ten minutes later, after one peptalk and another peptalk, she was outside her room slowly turning the knob of his bedroom door.

'God let him be dead asleep. Not that I want him dead. Ok maybe I want his heart chopped a million times that it would be hard to put all the pieces back together... Enough! I can do this. Avoid him. Kick his shin if he tries anything funny! If he insults you, leave, don't talk, don't retaliate and most importantly don't fall for those beautiful captivating enchanting alluring...Oh God!'

Another pep talk continued.

Mastering up some courage she entered his room the same cologne he used regularly hitting her nostrils on her way in. The good thing was that he wasn't in the room, atleast his bed seemed untouched. She ran. And yes you heard right. She ran across the room opening the bathroom door, to the med cabinet behind the mirror in the bathroom and yanking her toothbrush from there.

She was out! Sighing she turned the knob slightly before turning and making a run for it to her bedroom. But the thing is, she shouldn't have turned!

"Mikaella"

He said. It surprised her how easily she got shivers when he was near. Why did he have to call her name so sweetly? Why did she have to fall for him over and over again?

"R-Roman"

She tried to sound casual but she failed. Two strides and he had her cornered against the door. No way in hell would she allow it. No way would she touch him, right after he had hurt her so bad. Right after he had told her to her face that he didn't want her.

"Can we talk?"

He stated simply.

"Well depends, does your way of talking involve cornering me against the door"

Sighing, he got closer both his hands resting on the wall behind her. What was he trying to do? What was he trying to start?

"I'm sorry, it's just that, I know you... I know that as immediate as I let you go, you'll run away from me"

She didn't want to talk. I mean he was right. But why..why was there that look in his eyes. The look of guilt? Like he was hurting?

Sniffing harder to keep back any tears she replied,

"What do you expect? That I will run towards you and not away from you. What is it that you said? T-that everytime you see me you see her? That you wish she was your woman? The mother of your child? Well Mr Cervantes I've given you the freedom to run after her"

"Mikaella, I-I was confused. I-I..."

And before he could finish his statement, Mick's palm had already landed on his cheek.

"Stop! Stop with the manipulation! I won't fall for it. N-never again!"

By the time she had said this, her eyes stung with tears.

Roman

He had ruined the situation and he cursed himself for it. One day with her and he already had her to tears. Trying to rectify the situation, he stepped back and watched her run to the farthest room of the hallway.

It had taken restraint and a lot of self respect to not touch her. To not touch her legs that caught his attention the minute her back faced him. She had only come for the toothbrush in her hands? Ofcourse. What else would she want from him? The hug he wanted badly? Or the lips he had wanted to touch so bad?

"I'm a fucking moron"

He smoothed his jaw running his other hand in his hair.

He got in his room sitting by the edge of the bed. He wanted to lay beside her like old times. The old times where he would try to sleep on his side of the bed but Mikaella would ultimately put her whole body on him and snatch the blanket from him.

It's the little things about her that made his heart beat madly insane for her. Her weird obsession of cutting carrots into big round slices. Her fierce momma act every time their son would put on a tantrum in the morning. Her smile. Gosh that smile that knocked air out of his lungs.

How her eyes went wide everytime she noticed something not to her approval.

By the time he finished thinking about her, it was already midnight and he thought why not pay her a secret visit?

"Baby" He whispered watching her sleep.

Call him a psycho or creepy but sneaking into her room had done him some good. Watching her leg over the blanket, her hair in a jumbled mess and her light snores coming out in soft purrs made him smile.

She was cute. Beautiful.

He cupped her cheek once more before pecking her on the forehead.

"I'll fight for you, beautiful"