Authors note: So sorry it took me so pong. Had a little bit of writers block. Hope you like this chapter and please help me with any mistakes. Thank you.

When I woke up I was facing the window. The first thing I heard was the birds outside singing a song. The first thing I saw was the sun in the center of light colors that filled the morning sky. It's so quiet. So peaceful.

But that mood quickly changed to irritation when I felt someone touch me. I turned around to see Michael wide awake, starring at me.

"What happened to the pillow wall I built?" I asked as I sat up.

"I took it down." Michael said causally.

"Okay. I have no problem sleeping on the floor tonight" I said also in a causal voice as I crawled off the bed to go downstairs. I was in the mood for coffee.

" It's been 4 days. Let's just stop fighting" Michael said quickly as he followed me.

"We're not fighting" I snapped.

"Oh yea. Then why haven't you let me touch you?" he scoffed as he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him.

"The same reason why you refuse to wear a condom" I replied as I ripped my wrist out of his grasp and proceeded to go to the kitchen.

"JEANETTE" he roared loudly as he ran to block my path.

"WHAT" I yelled back.

"We are going to talk" he said in a firm voice.

"About?"

"What happened 4 days ago at the shore" he explained.

Flashback in . (Still at her house)

Everything. Such a big word for one person. It was a huge word to me. I can't believe I told him that.

Obviously I would be lying if I said that fear didn't creep up on me. But when I saw how happy he was, it changed my mood. I relaxed and stayed in his warm embrace. For once I didn't feel like running.

"So when are you going to tell me everything?" he asked.

"In 2 weeks" I said casually.

"Why 2 weeks" he asked confused.

"Because I want that bitch Connie to be there. I tried to get her sooner but her schedule is very busy" I explained.

"Are you sure you don't want me to pull some strings and get it sooner?" He asked.

"It's fine. Besides I have a little time to arrange my thoughts" I said in a reassuring voice. Then I peck him on the lips. He gently stroke my hair to the side and when he went to do it again his hand held the back of my neck and claimed my lips softly. His lips were moving slowly against mine. He was taking his sweet time touching me.

His hands were wondering around my body as if he owned it. First they were firmly on my waist and then one hand went to my ass to squeeze it. I broke the kiss to let out a soft moan and then he started to attack my neck.

"Michael" I said through a breathy voice as I lightly squeezed his shoulders with closed eyes.

"I missed you..." he whispered into my ear as his hand started to move from my ass to in between the front of my legs. His hand started to stroke my sex. My breathing started to get faster and my legs started to go weaker as his speed increased gradually. I moved his hand away and went to kiss him with hunger.

We remained this way for a few minutes and then I decided to speed things up. I bit the bottom of his lip lightly and my hands started to descend from his shoulders to his chest and then to the bulge in his pants. I started to try and unzip his pants but he moved away. He stood up from the chair he was sitting on and then lifted me up in a swift movement. Bridal style.

The walk to the room was full of comfortable silence. When we got inside he placed me on the bed, caged me between his arms and wasted no time slamming his lips on mine. I guess he was done playing.

My legs went around him and I lifted my lower body to his to cause some type of fiction.

"God Jeanette" Michael groaned as he broke the kiss and then pulled my shirt off. I dropped my legs around him, sat up and help him out of his shirt.

Once his shirt was off his focus was on me again. His hands went to my shoulders and slide my bra straps down to the side of my arms. Then he undid the back.

When he got my bra off his mouth was immediately on one of my nipples which caused me to whimper. When his tongue flickered on my nipple I was so intoxicated with pleasure. My hand went to his shoulder and squeezed it with my claws. He responded with a groan and took one of his hands to pinch the other nipple. I bit my lip and tried to push him back because it was too much but he just continued his long strokes with his tongue.

Suddenly he stopped. He took the loops of my pants and dragged them down. Then he slowly peeled off my underwear. I did the same to him and we were both naked.

He pushed my back to the bed and got into position. He rubbed his large manhood against me.

"Con...dom" I moaned as my fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Don't need one" he said simply as he was about to plunge into me but I moved slightly and he slid passed my thigh.

"What do you mean no condom? I'm not on the pill yet." I asked confused. He didn't say anything. He just looked into my eyes.

"We should make a baby" he whispered in a raspy voice and was about to kiss me but I turned my cheek.

"BABY" I yelled in shock and than hop out of the bed. I took my shirt from the floor and put it on in a hurry.

"Yes. What's wrong?" he said in confusion and was about to touch me but I moved away.

"Are you thinking straight?" I sighed as I put my hands on my face.

"Don't think dimples" he said as he swiftly put me back on the bed.

"Well obviously I'm going to have to think for both of us at the moment" I sighed. Whats he thinking? Saying he won't have to wear a condom? Saying he wanted to make a baby? We were about to have make up sex. Now we couldn't do that because he is talking crazy.

"Jeanette I know what I want. I don't need to think about this. I know I want to have a baby with you. Only you" Michael said and then started kissing my neck. I tried to hold back the desire I had. I tried to think clearly but when his hand started to play with my clit I was on the end of losing it. I wanted him so fucking bad. I was so close to throwing caution out the window but then my brain snapped back to reality. The reality where he wanted to put a fucking baby in my stomach and maybe leave me with it.

I slapped his hand away and pushed him off me to catch my breath.

"Dammit Michael. Why did you have to ruin the mood?" I said irritated as i got up and started to pick up the rest of my cloths from the floor.

"Now I have to take a cold shower" I sighed on my way out.

"Can I join you?" He hollered.

"Touch me and I will cut your dick off" I hollered back as I went to my room and strolled into the bathroom. I was very pissed, very sexually frustrated, and very confused.

When I was done I went downstairs and sat on the couch like nothing happened. I whipped out my phone to pretend to look busy. A few minutes later Michael came down in his boxers and jumped on the couch next to me.

"Jeanette?" he said as he poked my shoulder.

"Hm" I hummed in response.

"I have blue balls" he sighed.

"And how is that my problem?" I asked.

"I'm sorry that that came out like that. I should have talked to you about it before hand. It just came out in the heat of the moment." He explained.

"I see" i said with an uninterested tone.

"Lets talk about kids" he said as he snatch the phone out of my hand and then put it in his boxers.

"Lets not" I said shortly.

"Come on Jeanette. When do u want kids?" Michael asked.

"Probably Never " I said in a flat tone.

"Well what if you change your mind" he asked.

"I doubt anything will sway my decision."

"We should make a gynecologist appoint for you. Just in case you do" Michael suggested.

"No" I snapped.

"But I kinda already did" Michael said trying to act cute. He wasn't.

"Why ask me if you already made the chioce for me" I snapped.

"Listen, I have a better plan. Why don't you just have the baby? Your making so much of the plans anyway. I'd love to watch you push a watermelon out of your dick." I said irritated.

"Jesus how do you go from fighting with me to wanting a kid with me" I ranted.

"Jeanette don't be like that. You know I want the best for us." He said softly.

"I guess the best for us doesn't involve my opinion. I have to much things I want to do before I have children. Like get a great job, and maintain my family business" I said sharply.

"That reminds me... If we did have a kid... you would give up the mafia... right?" Michael asked.

"What?" I said confused.

"Well your a mother. You would have to stay home, watch the kids, cook, clean and other-" Michael started to explain but I snapped.

"WHAT" I yelled as I shot up from the couch.

" Where the fuck is this coming from?" I barked.

"I have always thought this way Jeanette. Woman need to stay home and watch the kids. That's how its suppose to go" Michael explained.

"I don't give a fly shit how its suppose to go" I spat.

"Mothers are suppose to be there for there kids 24/7" Michael said as he got up to.

"Where the hell are you in this?" I asked.

"I'll be at work. Providing for the family." he said as if it was so obvious.

"Well what if I wanted you to stay home and I provided for the family?" I asked.

"That could never happen" he laughed.

"Why" I asked with a raised brow.

"You wouldn't be able to provide for the family like me. Your a woman. You guys don't get payed as much." he said through his laughing and that caused me to slap the back of his head.

"I'm going to go cool off because if I don't there will be a bullet between your fucking eyes" I said in a very calm voice. I walked out of the door and went to the edge of the water.

For the rest of the day I didn't talk to Michael. I mean why would I? He only sees me as someone to stay home with children. A slave to his wishes.

When we went back to his house, I was so ready to sleep on the couch but he carried me up the stairs by force and told me I had to sleep in the bed. Instead of cursing him out even more, I made a pillow wall to block me away from him. I couldn't look at him. I wouldn't let him touch me either.

Bossing me around. Tell me what I was suppose to do. Its bullshit that I would not stand for. This is not the 1950s.

Flashback over

"I'm sorry I said those things" he said as he began to stroke my hair.

"That's all your going to say? Sorry" I asked as I slapped his hand away.

"What else do I say" He asked as he rubbed his hand from the slight pain I gave him.

"Leave me alone" I snapped and went to get some water to pour into the coffee maker.

"I really don't understand what I said that was wrong Jeanette. Why can't you just do what I say for once? Listen to me like a good wife is suppose to do for there husband" Michael said.

"I'll settle for being a bad wife" I said shortly.

"Jeanette please." he begged.

"Michael listen very closely. We are not going to have any sexual contact unless you find out whats wrong with this situation and stop trying to impregnate me." I said very slowly.

"With holding sex?" he asked in shock.

"It's the only way" I shrugged.

"You won't last that long." Michael said with narrow eyes.

"I went 22 years without dick. I can do it again." I challenged.

"Get ready to lose. I can't wait till you beg. Most woman do." Michael said arrogantly.

"Do you hear what you say or do you just go deaf when you talk?"

"Listen I'm going to go babysit Martins kids later today" he said changing the subject.

"Why"

"Him and his wife want to go out for there anniversary. Anyways, I want you to come with me. Maybe get some practice" he suggested.

"No" I said simply.

"Just think about it. I'll be at work but I'm coming back here at 5. " he said as he was exiting the kitchen.

I was left with coffee brewing and a very heated temple. When he was finally ready for work he came to the kitchen, said goodbye and when he didn't hear me respond he left.

I wasn't going to wait here for my jackass of a husband. I needed someone's advice so I got dressed, hoped in my car, and left. 20 minutes later I reached my destination and knocked on the door.

"Hey old man" I said cheerfully as Michael's dad opened the door for me.

"Hello Jeanette. Always a pleasure to see you" he said as he guided me to the living room.

"Old man I have a problem"

"Hit me" he said excited.

"I don't know what's gotten into your son but he wants to have a child with me" I explained.

"That maybe my fault. He came by here a few day's ago telling me something like that" he said as he rubbed his forehead.

"And what exactly did you tell him" I said with a raised brow.

"Well I told him that it was great" he said with a shrug.

"Why would it be great?" I asked.

"Jeanette, Michael never wanted to have children. Hell, he never even wanted to get married. Always said it would be a living hell to be stuck with one person. But now I'm seeing my son become the happiest he's ever been and if its with you and a kid I'll support him."

"What about me and my decision" I asked.

"Well of course you get your own choice in the matter" he said simply.

"Well your son has already made them. He says if I want to be a good little wifey then I should obey his wishes"

"He got that from me. My apologizes. When Michael's mother was still around that's how it went. She followed any order I gave her. I don't understand why Michael is trying to take that terrible route" the old man said bitterly as if he was regretting his life. He looked at the floor with a grim face.

"Your life isn't so bad" I said, trying to cheer him up.

"Being single with no one but a son who occasionally visits and a daughter always barking orders at me for no reason?" The old man said casually.

"It could be worse." I said trying to lighten the mood.

"I suppose... At least their not trying to kill me for my money."

"You see. Your seeing the bright side already." I said cheerfully which he responded with a light smile.

"You should have a baby. It would be good for the both of you" The old man suggested.

"I don't want to be a mom that's sits at home watching children while Michael makes money and has normal conversations with people" I sighed.

"I mean look at me. Do I look like a mother that can nurture children?" I asked.

"Yes" he replied.

"So when should we schedule that appointment to the optometrist?" I asked.

"You would be a great mother. I can just see it. And no one is asking you to stay at home." The old man explained.

"Your son is" I grumbled.

"Well Michael can be a dumb ass sometimes" the old man laughed.

"Tell me about it" I said in agreement.

"But his heart is in the right place. He wants you to be the mother of his child. That's saying a lot. I thought his mother fucked him up so much that he would never trust a woman with his child but he trusts you" he said and then took a pause.

"I shouldn't have trusted his mother so easily. Now I see I made a mistake and I can't take that back... You are better then she was and he see's that."

"I can't." I said in a low defeated tone.

"How was your mother? I think I remember seeing her when I visited your grandfather. She was a cute little girl" he said with a smile on his face.

"Well she didn't exactly have motherly instincts when it came to me." I said in a flat voice.

"Neither did Michael's mom." he said. And then I didn't know what to say next.

"Jeanette can I ask you a question"

"Sure"

"If your mother was a bad... doesn't that make you want to be different from what she did and try to treat someone better than you were treated"

"What if I'm no different from her? I mean she is my mother. I could take after her."

"What are you really afraid of? " the old man asked with a raised brow.

"...Everyone leaves me. Who's to say Michael won't leave me with a little person who shits their pants every five minutes. If we end this now we'll walk away with two broke hearts but those can be fixed. If we decide to end it with a baby in the middle... things will be harder. It's either he tells me to fuck off and I'm stuck with a baby who will probably hate me or he takes the baby from me and I end up being the mother that abandoned my own child."

"You always see the negative... Like your granddad."

"How do you think I should see the positive"

"By trying something that reassures you" he said simply.

"Fear holds down so many people. Don't be one of the fools with a stone around their foot at the bottom of the ocean. You can only escape it by finding something to help you cut the cord... Take the risk darling." The old man said confidently.

"Sounds like its from a quote that they would use in a cheesy movie." I teased.

"Go away and do what I said." the old man said, waving me off.

"All you Shaw man love to bossing woman around." I laughed "Bye old man."

......I guess I'm watching demons to night....