Why are you in my life?, chapter 4
We held hands, laughed, talked, did lots of crazy stuff. We ate at a cool little cafe' a couple minutes away from my house. We left and he dragged me to lots of other places. "So, are you gonna stay in New York for a long time?" I asked. "Well thats something I wanted to talk to you about." He said looking guilty. 'Oh fuck hes gonna leave' "What?" I asked. "We're leaving in two days, and I know I just met you yesterday, but I really like you." He said looking down at his sneakers. "I like you too." I said. "I want you to come with me." he said. "Mike...I can't, With Emma and all. I can't just leave." I said touched by his offering. "You can come to California with me! I'll help take care of Emma!" He said. "Mike, I don't know." I grumbled.
He unhooked his hand from mine and stared at me with pleading puppydog eyes. "Mike don't..." I got cut off by his lips pressed against mine. The kiss ended because of not enough oxygen but I enjoyed it. People in the park, that we were in, stared at us, but we didn't even notice them. "Please..." He whispered. "Uhh, Fine. I guess I can get someone to watch Emma." I whispered back. He pulled his head up and stared at me, a grin appeared on his face. "What?" I asked. "Why don't you move in with me?" he suggested. "Mike. I can't!" I said frustrated. "Why not?" he asked. "My Job. And Friends and everything." I said upset. He sighed sadly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. "I'm sorry." he whispered into my hair.
Two weeks later...
Life was lonely without Mike. Me and him were, I guess you can say boyfriend girlfriend, But it was hard without him. He was on tour with me stuck in New York. If he'd ask me again to come to Cali with him I'd say yes in a second. Emma was getting bigger, not much but just enough. She could now hold her head up and if you sat her down on the ground she could sit up for a couple of seconds. Now, its about five in the afternoon. I finished up a shift down at my new job, which was loading fish onto boats, about an hour ago. I sat on the couch with Emma inside her playpen.
She played with her toys, one being a stuffed, black and purple, spider that Mike had sent for her. He addressed it as Spidey. She loved Mike. He came back about a week ago with his daughter Stella. She was adorable. Her blonde hair and blue eyes, just like her daddy's. She loved playing with Emma, she called her the baby. I lay on the couch, smelling like fish. "Emma, we gotta get outta here. Just you, me, Mike, and Stella. That sound good to you?" I grumbled to her. "Ooga, booga, Ike!" She cooed. Ike. That was code for Mike. "Yup, Mike. He'll come see you soon." I said into the couch. "Ike, Ma, Ike." She said. She could only say Ike and Ma. Mike seemed pretty excited that she almost said his name.
He unhooked his hand from mine and stared at me with pleading puppydog eyes. "Mike don't..." I got cut off by his lips pressed against mine. The kiss ended because of not enough oxygen but I enjoyed it. People in the park, that we were in, stared at us, but we didn't even notice them. "Please..." He whispered. "Uhh, Fine. I guess I can get someone to watch Emma." I whispered back. He pulled his head up and stared at me, a grin appeared on his face. "What?" I asked. "Why don't you move in with me?" he suggested. "Mike. I can't!" I said frustrated. "Why not?" he asked. "My Job. And Friends and everything." I said upset. He sighed sadly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. "I'm sorry." he whispered into my hair.
Two weeks later...
Life was lonely without Mike. Me and him were, I guess you can say boyfriend girlfriend, But it was hard without him. He was on tour with me stuck in New York. If he'd ask me again to come to Cali with him I'd say yes in a second. Emma was getting bigger, not much but just enough. She could now hold her head up and if you sat her down on the ground she could sit up for a couple of seconds. Now, its about five in the afternoon. I finished up a shift down at my new job, which was loading fish onto boats, about an hour ago. I sat on the couch with Emma inside her playpen.
She played with her toys, one being a stuffed, black and purple, spider that Mike had sent for her. He addressed it as Spidey. She loved Mike. He came back about a week ago with his daughter Stella. She was adorable. Her blonde hair and blue eyes, just like her daddy's. She loved playing with Emma, she called her the baby. I lay on the couch, smelling like fish. "Emma, we gotta get outta here. Just you, me, Mike, and Stella. That sound good to you?" I grumbled to her. "Ooga, booga, Ike!" She cooed. Ike. That was code for Mike. "Yup, Mike. He'll come see you soon." I said into the couch. "Ike, Ma, Ike." She said. She could only say Ike and Ma. Mike seemed pretty excited that she almost said his name.
