Chrissy couldn't believe it worked. Mikey was always a sucker for her but after the way things were left on Sunday, she wasn't sure he would have given her a second chance. Things have been difficult for the past couple of months. She lost her teaching job, lost the love of her life, and then breaking up with Matt was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

After the breakup with Mikey several months ago, she never thought that she would end up back in bed with him. She didn't intend to either, maybe it was God's plan all along. He put us to the test and now we are going to be back stronger than ever. She thinks as she lays in the bed Mikey provided for her. I just hope he feels the same way when I tell him the great news. She hears him rummaging around in the bathroom, getting ready for work. The temptation to go join him when he is showering is overwhelming but she decides to take it slow. I want him to think that I have changed. Instead she decides to check her phone. In her notifications she sees 5 missed calls and 7 text messages from Matt. 

1:00 am Matt: Where did you go bitch?

1:05 am Matt: Honey I am sorry come home. I miss you

1:34 am Matt: WE ARE NOT OVER! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?

1: 47 am Matt: Fine stay where you are, I don't want your whore ass anyway

2:03 am Matt: I didn't mean that Chrissy. Just answer me!

2: 16 am Matt: Please come home. I need you. Is it because of what I said? I didn't mean it.

2:29 am Matt: This is the last time I am going to try calling, If you don't answer it is over Chrissy! OVER!

Matthew made Chrissy nervous. His rapid mood swings and volatility are just a few reasons she left. He was dangerous and unstable. While he never hit her, she didn't feel safe enough to be with him alone. He would call her names, and blame her for everything and he wasn't even drunk. Mikey from 6 months ago was a walk in the park compared to Matt. At least Mikey had a good reason to be angry. Matt had no excuse. The argument between her and Matt 4 days ago replayed in her mind.

It all started when his "coworker" Janice came over unannounced to visit. Matt and Chrissy were both out of the house. She was out shopping for household items and came home that afternoon to find Janice laying on there bed in a black lacy lingerie. She was laying on her side with one hand supporting her head and the other seductively stroking her upper thigh. She drops all her shopping bags she had on the floor spilling its contents.

"What are you doing here?" Chrissy asked standing frozen at the door way to their small bedroom. 

Janice only smirked. "Waiting for Matthew. I thought he'd be home by now."

"What did you just say?" Chrissy said taken aback by her boldness.

"Waiting for Matthew. Gosh are you deaf?" She replied with a little too much sass.

"Get out!" Chrissy shouted. Without thinking she grabbed one of Matt's Nike sneakers and launched it at Janice's head. The motion was too quick and unexpected that Janice had no time to react. It hit her straight in the face causing her to roll backwards onto the floor. Janice staggered to her feet and could barely stand in her 6 inch stilettos. A slow stream of blood started trickling down her nose.

" You are going to regret that you bitch." Janice rounds the bed and starts screaming . Chrissy is now being chased by her into the living room. She finds a few stacks of books and starts launching them at her while she is being backed against a wall. 

"Get out of my house!" She screamed. Janice was ducking behind the settee when Matthew walked in. Before recognizing, one of the books hit him in the head. Ouch! 

"Chrissy what are you doing?!"he asked stomping towards her.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?!! What is she doing here?"Chrissy asked pointing towards the beige settee. Matt turns to see Janice getting up from her position behind the settee.

"Janice? What the hell happened?" he asked rushing over as he noticed the blood that was now flowing from her nostril.

"That crazy bitch hit me with a shoe." she said staring at Chrissy.

" Let me get you some tissue" Matt said rushing towards the hallway bathroom.

Chrissy could not believe her eyes. This man who is supposed to be sorry about her finding a half naked woman in their bed is now tending to the slut's injuries. Janice plopped down in the settee smirking at Chrissy who was still standing at the far end of the room, watching it all play out. Matt returns with a roll of tissue and hands it to Janice. 

"Thank you honey" she said mockingly. Chrissy felt like she would throw up.

Matt proceeds to calm her down and apologize for Chrissy's action. What is happening?  Matt stomped towards Chrissy and grabbed her by the wrist hauling her outside the front door.

"Let me go asshole!" she screamed trying to get away from his vice grip.

"Its not what it looks like!"

"Its not what it looks like?! Its not what it looks like!! I come home to find a half naked "friend of yours" in my bed and its not what it looks like?!"

Matt doesn't respond. She takes the opportunity to continue.

"How long have you been doing this?" He doesn't reply.

"How long damn it?! Was she the only one?" He doesn't reply. He only stares at her. At this point she is too angry to cry. She can feel the heat flowing through her veins. Why can't  he just  be honest. 

"I am so done with you. You lying piece of shit!" She goes to leave and he grabs  her by the neck pinning her to the door. With his lips pressed to her ear he whispers.

"Don't even pretend to be innocent here. I know you slept with him that night. I saw you go into his building" Chrissy couldn't speak, not only because of the lack of air flow to her lungs but because she couldn't process how he knew about her and Mikey. 

After a few seconds she was visibly turning red then he released her. When she could breath again she looked up at him. " Well guess what. I did. At least I can own up to it. It is over between us Matt." She said slowly sliding to the right, away from his reach. 

"Go ahead. You slut. You will be back. I know it." he called after her as she speed walked down the path toward the gate. She vowed in that moment that this was it.

....

Knock knock knock. Chrissy is startled as she snaps out of her thoughts. She draws the covers over her her waist before telling Mikey he could come in. He opens the door a crack, giving her a slight glimpse at his freshly shaven face and a crisp white shirt. The scent of his after shave started to swirl around her. HMMM Yummy. 

" I am leaving now. There's some leftover breakfast on the counter if you want." he said with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. 

"Thanks. You are always taking care of me. Are you sure I can stay here?" she asked smiling sweetly at him.

"Uh , yea, it is only for a few days right? Thursday?" 

" Yea.. Thursday" her smile fades. She starts to rub her belly as she is starting to feel a bit nauseous again. 

"Well I gotta go" and with that he closes the door. Chrissy waits a bit before getting out of bed. She pads down the hall to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. 

Whoa! " Chrissy you are a mess. You can't get back Mikey with all these bags under your eyes."

As she is washing her face, her stomach starts to feel queasy. She turns to the toilet and starts gagging, however she could only manage to drool gallons of saliva. She had been feeling this way every morning for a week now. After spitting for a few minutes she finally feels well enough to eat breakfast.

In the kitchen she finds french toast, scrambled eggs and sausages on the counter. She decides not to eat but to drink a cup of tea to calm her stomach down. Minutes later the kettle is boiled and her tea is made. She sits at the counter, contemplating how this could be her life. Christina Maria Brooks. Mrs Brooks. It has a nice ring to it. She thought. 

While sipping on her tea she decided on all she needed to do to get her man back. To prove that she is ready for the next step and is done with Matt. She decided she would cook him dinner tonight, and clean his apartment. Make him breakfast in the morning all week. Give him a glimpse of what life would be like together again. I could try to get some sexy time but that's too soon. He has to want it. But I have to make him want it. 

... 

The day goes by slowly. It only 12 o'clock and she already cleaned the entire apartment and made lunch. She decides to sit and watch television until it's time for dinner. After flipping through several channels she settled on a "Young and the Restless Marathon". She hadn't watched the show in years and there were so many new characters. She sat there for hours being engulfed in the never ending drama when her phone rings. It's Matt calling again for the 11th time today. She did what she did all day and ignored it. After rejecting the call she notices the time. It's 5:30. Mikey'll be home any minute. Gotta whip up something quick for dinner. 

She decides to make grilled chicken breast with white rice and steamed vegetables. An hour later the food is ready, and she is showered but Mikey isn't home yet. She tries to call him but doesn't get an answer. What is going on?  She thinks to herself sitting at the dining table with the food she shared getting cold. A half an hour later she hears the door being unlocked. This makes her nervous as she didn't think about how he would react to her making him dinner. 

As he walks in, he notices her. "Hey" she says getting up from her position and walking towards him. 

He sets his briefcase and tube of drawings down at door. "Hey, what is this?"

She goes to hug him, but he steps back out of her reach. "It's dinner. I made it to say thank you"

"You cleaned?" he said looking around, noticing that all the files he had laying around were gone.

"Yea, you noticed? I stacked all your work files together and put them up"

"You didn't have to do that." he said walking around her to the kitchen. "And you didn't have t cook either"

"No I wanted to. But the food is cold, I thought you would be home by like 6 or something".

"Yea I had somewhere to be after work." he said grabbing a jug of water from the refrigerator.

"Oh... " she sad leaning against the counter opposite to him. "Where was that?" she smiled sweetly not wanting him to put his guard up but she still wanted to know where he was.

He started to drink his water swiftly, seemingly trying to buy some time before answering.

"Its nowhere really just me and some co-workers went and had dinner", he said after finishing his glass. 

"Look I really appreciate the gesture but I have a lot of work to do and I ate so where did you put my files?"

She sighs defeated. "They are on the bottom shelf of the bookcase". With that he nodded, picked up his briefcase, some files and went to his room.

Well that was a fail. She thought looking at the cold food she prepared for them. Don't give up. You just have to try harder. Mikey is mine. He always will be mine.