He covered his mouth and his eyes grew wide as if he had just told the biggest secret ever.

"Sorry?" I asked. My mouth was hanging open.

"N-Nothing," he brushed it off and turned around.

"No, Mikey, what did you say?" I grabbed his shoulder me turned him around.

"I didn't say anything."

"Come on, Michael, just tell me," I begged. He said nothing.

"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFOR-" I began to yell at him. He put a finger over my mouth.

"Bree, calm down. We don't want Aubree to wake up," he warned me.

"Fine. But, please.. Tell me what you said!" I exclaimed.

"I don't want to," he turned away again. I grabbed onto him and made him face me, then forcefully pushed my lips onto his. We moved our lips together. I breathed heavily, kissing him multiple times. I pulled away from him and asked, "Did you want that?"

He just turned away from me, "That's not what I said."

"Then what did you say?"

"I said you were acting like the pregnancy tests were positive," he mumbled again, but I could understand him.

"So you're saying I was being a bitch? Really?"

"No, Bree.. I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything. I didn't mean it. It just came out of my mouth without me thinking about it."

"Fine," I rolled my eyes and looked away.

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That night, Michael stayed over at my house and helped with Aubree. We had Chinese food for supper, and it was making my stomach upset, so Michael was mainly the one doing everything.

He laid on the floor that night. Aubree would scream crying during the night, waking us both up. Michael picked her up as I grabbed the fake bottle and shoved it in her plastic mouth.

"Are you okay, Bree?" Michael asked.

"I'm fine. Just annoyed. We have to deal with this for the next two and a half days, tomorrow night and Thursday night."

"Yeah."

"Do they expect us to get a good night's sleep for school with this thing around?" (A/N: tbh none of us get a good night's sleep when we have bands to keep up with)

"I don't know. Let's just get this finished so we can get back to sleep."

"Okay."

It finished "eating", and once I "burped" it, we were able to go back to sleep, that is, until 4am when it woke me up again. This time we had to change the gross, semi-realistic diaper.

We woke up that morning and got ready for school, stopping a few times to care for Aubree. We took her in the car with us and dropped her off with Karen and went off to school.

In Home Ec., Mrs. Brown asked how everyone was doing with their babies. Everyone was silent, meaning it went just as well as our night went. I couldn't believe we would be doing this for the next two nights.