We were inseparable. Michael never wanted to lose me again and he made sure for it to not happen. But he coddled me way too much.

"Are you sure you don't need something to drink?"

I growl at him as he asks the same question for the five-hundredth time, "NO!" He smiles at my feisty behavior, "Baby, I'm just making sure. No need to get all hostile." He kisses my forehead as I sat on the barstool in his newly-renovated studio. I groan at him, holding his arm, as he tries to walk away from me.

"Baby...don't go."

He giggles at my bipolar attitude, turning to me, "But I have to record!" I pull him close to me before grabbing his shirt, leaning him to me as I kiss his lips. He groans quietly as we make out before he pulls away, "Baby.." I bite my lip as his hands were rubbing my thighs gently. I couldn't help being horny all the time because of this baby. He grins at me, "Give me one hour of recording, and I promise I will make it up to you."

I fold my arms while smiling, "Fine. One hour. Then bedroom action?" He shakes his head before whispering in the ear, "More like shower action?" I squeal as he chuckles at my excitement before walking to the recording box. I fold my legs, waiting patiently for those sixty minutes to come around. I couldn't help but stand up and swirl my arms to the melody of Michael's new song he was working on. It was so alluring and seductively sexy.

"Liberian girl
You came and you changed my world
A love so brand new
Liberian girl
You came and you changed my world
A feeling so true"

I smile while closing my eyes, slowly dancing to the rhythm of it all. The props of having a talented boyfriend. I never noticed the hands on my waist as I turn slightly to see Michael. He was smiling widely, "I see you like it?" I turn around to him fully, "Like it? I love it! Oh my gosh did I distract you with my dancing, I'm sorry." He shakes his head while laughing, "A little bit, but it was so cute. I loved watching those curves do their magic." I blink at him, tearing up, "You still think I'm sexy with my curves even though I'm starting to look like a whale?"

He blinks at me quietly as his smile slowly dissipates, "Baby, I think you're always sexy. Whale or not." I wails, "You think I'm a whale!" He scratches the back of his neck, trying to clarify, "Baby! No, no. I don't think that. C'mon here." I sniffle as he wraps his arms around me, "That song there is something I wrote for you. You will never be a whale to me. You're beautiful, gorgeous, talented, beyond immaculate, and perfect in every little way." He pecks my lips as I smile at him, "As long as you don't think I'm a whale." He laughs, "You're not." His hand gently rubbing my forming bump on my stomach before kneeling down and kissing it.

"You're giving me the best gift a man could ever receive."

Thud! Reek! Boom, boom!

Michael looks up at me then ran over to the recording studio, turning off the sound and whispers, "What was that?" I shrug, "I don't know."

Crack! Crack!

Michael's eyes widen at the piercing sounds of gunshots as he turns off the lights of the studio and locks the door as he whispers, "Stay here." He walks me around to the corner of the room, sitting me down as I grab his arm, "Where are you going?" He whispers back, "Seeing what that was." I shake my head, "You are not going out there! What if they shoot you! What if it's multiple people!" He blinks at me, with a serious expression on his face, "I'll rather them shoot me then you!" I shake my head as he struggles to get free from my grasp as I hold his wrist tightly, "Michael! Michael! I'm not letting go!" He continues to squirm, "Marina please!" The doorknob of the studio began to shake as someone was trying to get in as I tremble.

"Michael..."

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you..I promise."

My heart was pounding as Michael looks around the studio and grabs one of the metal rods, holding it tightly yet defensively as the doorknob kept shaking. He stood in front of me as the someone started to bang or kick at the door. I couldn't help but cry silently as the door eventually broke and Michael ran and attacked the guy.

"Ow! Ow! Mr. Jackson! It's me! Stop it!"

I open my eyes to notice Michael hitting one of his security guards aggressively as he opens his eyes and gasps, "Oh! I'm sorry I.." His voice trails as he stops attacking the man.

"Are you guys okay?"

He looks at me then Michael as he nods while I ran to Michael hugging him tightly. His hand gently stroked my head, "It's okay, princess. I got you." His sweet, soothing voice comforted me as we walk out the studio. Glass was broken on the floor. A whole pile of debris was in the living room. Michael growls, "What happened!"

His security frowns, "Ambushed by masked guys. We manage to shot one, bu-"

Crack!

Michael pushes me out the way as I fall onto the floor. Eventually, his security guard shot the other man as I turn to Michael.

He was shot. He turns to me as his eyes widen before falling to the floor.

My eyes widen as I ran to him, "Michael! Michael!" He looks at me wearily, "Hey you're okay?" I ignored him as I rip his shirt off, staring at the gunshot wound on his abdomen. He chuckles lightly, "Am I going to die?" I shake my head, "Shut-up, I'm not letting you die." I turn to his security, "Call 911!" They do as I say as I graze against his skin while looking at him as his hand gently caress my cheek, "I'm not losing you, you hear me. Stay with me."

He coughs as tears roll down his face, "You are by far the best thing that's happened in my life..." I wipe his cheeks before kissing his lips, "Stay here." I had some medical stuff in our bedroom that could help. I run upstairs to our bedroom to see Lance and Benton there.

Fuck.

"Well well..we meet again. How your boyfriend? Dead yet?!"

I growl angrily, "You did this?!" They chuckle while walking up to me, "Of course. Paul snitched on us, he's dead now, and now we are coming fo-"

Michael's security guard shoots both of them before I push pass their bodies, grabbing my medical bag and running back downstairs to Michael. He was bleeding a lot and I needed to stop its flow. He looks at me hazily, "Thought you left..." I shake my head while grabbing stuff out my bag.

"No silly, I'm not leaving you. Now, tell me what kind of rides you want to buy for our house."

I needed to distract him while I tried to get the bullet out of him. He whispers, "I want...cool rides, rides that make your stomach twist and turn..do you like scary rides?" I squint, eventually grabbing the bullet with my forceps as I clean some of the blood with gauze pads, "Yeah baby, I love rides like that." He chuckles, "Mm, I want stuff like the Zipper and I want a Ferris Wheel, so I can kiss you at the top of it..." I tear up while smiling, "I want that too. I want it all."

He smiles widely before passing out. My eyes widen, "Oh no you don't! Stay with me! Michael!" I slap his face gently before laying him on the floor and try to resuscitate him using CPR.

Fuck! Where are the paramedics?! I need Fib!

Not a second later, paramedics run in and I growl, "I need Fib!" They look at me, puzzled as I yell, "I'm a doctor okay! Dr. Hathaway. He's crashing." They had me the portable Fib machine as I grab the paddles and shock Michael.

Charge to 200!

Nothing. I wipe my face quickly as I cried. I can't lose him. I can't raise this baby without him.

Charge to 300!

Nothing. Dammit Michael, I'm not losing you! Dear God, don't you do this to me!

Charge to 360!

My heart thumped in my chest as I stopped. If this didn't work then....he's gone....

I got a weak pulse. He was back.

My heart skipped a beat as I turn to them, as they lift Michael's body on a gurney, pulling him into the ambulance. I sit on the side of him, hooking him to an IV. We immediately made it to the hospital as everyone stared at me as I roll Michael into the Trauma Room. Miranda licks her lips as I slide on the latex gloves.

"I need a CBC, 3 units of O-Neg, get him on Dopamine, slow drip and an X-ray for this wound."

The Attending Physician, Dr. Alexander, glares at me, "Get out." I frown, "No, what the hell." He shakes his head, "Conflict of interest, Hathaway. We got this. Go. Go get a candy bar or something." I growl, "I'm not leaving my boy-

"GET OUT HATHAWAY. OR YOUR BOYFRIEND WILL DIE. I PROMISE WE WILL HELP HIM."

My fist tighten as I angrily slide off my gloves and stomp out the room.

Son of a bitch.

I walk to the waiting room and sighs as I walk to the vending machine looking at all the candy.

"Hey baby remember when I chug down all that chocolate candy! I couldn't stop throwing up!"

I turn around, "Michael?" I look around and sighs.

Wishful thinking.

I rest my head against the glass of the vending machine and cried. Eventually, I felt a pair of warm arms around me as I turn to notice Tony and Miranda hugging me. I look at while smiling, "Thanks. How is he?"

Tony chuckles, "I just did surgery with him. I did the stitching actually. He's okay, Marina. I promise. But, can I talk to you, in private?" I nod as he and I walk into the hallway alone.

"I don't know what you did, and how you did it. But it was good you got that bullet out. Do you still have it?"

I shake my head, "No, no. It's at the house." He frowns, "OR detected something strange in his bloodstream, did you have to do Fib on him?" I nod while frowning, "Like the bullet was laced in something? I knew it was weird that I had to do Fib on such a non-serious wound." He rubs his chin, "Well it's a lot of factors. Michael's food intake and that bullet. It was a small amount of that toxin that went into his bloodstream, so we are filtering his blood, but I must say, you two, something is special there. I'm so glad we got him on the safe side and that you're a doctor. He definitely would've died on the scene without your quick thinking."

I shove my hands in my pocket, "I had to save him. He saved me and the baby by taking that bullet. And I love him. So much. I don't know what I would've done if he...l My voice trail away as he hugs me, "Go see him. He's um, awake and probably wanting to see you."

I gently smile as I go to the gift shop, grabbing some stuff for Michael before I walk up the stairs to recovery and greet the receptionist, "Jackson, Michael." She walks me to his door and gently knocks on the door.

"Come in..."

She opens the door as I walk in, "Hey you." He smuggles a smile, "The woman that continues to save me." I giggle as he looks up at the "Get Well Soon" balloons and teddy bear as he holds the teddy bear tightly.

"You're the real hero, Michael. You took a whole bullet and saved me and the baby."

He chuckles quietly, "Well, I couldn't let you get hurt. Plus, I owe Nana one by saving you. Plus, you're everything to me. I couldn't live with myself if you were the one in this hospital bed." I lean down and kiss your lips, "I was so scared I was going to lose you...to not have you again.." He grunts, "I'm too strong for that! That's why I eat my veggies!" I giggle at his jokes, "How are you feeling?"

"Pain. It sucks to me here, and I'm forced to eat yucky hospital food."

I roll my eyes at his complaints, "I talked to Tony and he said those guys laced the bullet in some unknown substance that made your heart go into Fib." His eyes widen, "So those guys knew what they were doing." I nod while frowning, "Yeah. They meant business. But, on the bright side, Lance and Benton, the guys who stabbed me are dead." He nods while frowning, "But who else is out there, waiting to pounce on us, Marina! We have a child and I can't have war machines and guns at our house so we could feel an iota of security?! It's not fair."

I lick my dry lips while sighing before sitting in the chair, "I know, baby. I know."

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i don't know how i forgot to upload yesterday, anyways enjoy this long chapter. don't forget to like and comment. <3