Bubs. I am so so sorry for your loss and that you have to go through this. Please please do not hesitate to reach out if you need any support.

Michael checked his phone. You hadn’t texted him all day and he was starting to get worried. He knew you liked your space today.

It’d been 2 years since your dad overdosed and it was always tough, Mike knew that.

He looked at the guys, “I have to go. She’s not responding.” He mentions.

“You taking a few days?” Ashton asks, “I still think you should take her to the beach house, get her away. This year seems weird for her.” He mentions.

“Yeah, I picked up on that too.” Cal mentions.

“I gotta do something. I’m worried about her.” Michael nods.

And then he’s in your room. You feel like he gave you no notice, but you were wrapped in sweats and a hoodie, hugging the old flannel of your dad’s. He didn’t have a chance. He got addicted to opiates after an accident and it eventually ended him.

Michael sits on the bed next to you and gently brushes the hair off of your face. “Hey love.” He murmurs, shifting to lay face to face with you. “How’re you?” You shrug, tears returning to your eyes.

“Wanna take you away for a couple days.” He whispers. “Sound ok?” He rubs your arms.

“Where?” You croak.

“The beach house.” He shrugs.

You’re quiet as you stare at him for a while, but then you slightly nod, “ok.”

“Mmkay. I’ll pack you a bag, can you change for me, shower?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You nod. He kisses your forehead and you both get up to move.

Michael hears you turn in the shower and he also hears what he thinks is you throwing up. He taps on the door and asks if you’re alright and you loudly say yes, and then hop in the shower.

Once on the road, Michael stops and gets snacks for the two of you. You’re requested list is a little longer than normal but he doesn’t mind, especially since you grin at him as you sheepishly ask for the bag of Cheetos.

“Anything you want.” He assures. He pumps the gas and runs in for the snacks.

He gets you smiling as he sings along to the radio. He smiles when you giggle.

When you get there, he handles the bags and you head straight for the bathroom. He’s fairly certain he hears you throw up again and he gets worried, but leaves you alone for now.

“You wanna go out?” He asks, watching you saunter into the living room.

You hold your hands over your stomach and shake your head. “Kinda tired.”

“I’ll order in. Why don’t you go get comfy and then come cuddle with me?” He asks.

You change into sleep shorts and a hoodie and drag a blanket out. “What’d you order?”

“A little of everything.” He smirks.

“Mmm.” You collapse next to him and lean your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” You whisper.

He kisses the top of your head. “What for?” He murmurs.

“Remembering.” You look up at him and kiss him. “I have to tell you something.” You say, looking in his eyes.

“What’s up?” He asks. His eyes fill with curiosity.

“I’m nervous.” You murmur.

He pulls you and the blanket into his lap. “You can tell me anything.” He assures you.

“I’m pregnant... 8 weeks.” You whisper.

“What?!” He asks.

“It’s why I’ve been a bigger pain in the ass than normal.” You sniffle and he realizes your crying.