"You're the fuckin' scum that me and that bitch spawned..! You're subhuman!"

Those were the words that ringed in his ear before the life slowly slipped from his eyes...

Michael just finished an EXHAUSTING day... what's worse is that he was forced to fight his childhood trauma today! So the LAST thing he wished to see when he opened the door to the bedroom was you in a sexy little nightgown with a V neck, lying on your side, giving him the bedroom eyes.

He was the result of an accident, an accident just like the one you were planning, he didn't want to bring another piece of shit like him into the world! What if you left and if he... wait no, too late, he's just like his father.

...

Though... Michael didn't want to deny your wishes (unlike usual for some reason, today was different, just shows how mentally drained he is, he doesn't even have the energy to tease you!) he was still so tired, physically and emotionally.

So when you patted the seat next to him... he... winged over to the edge of the bed, slouching over his shoulders. The shine and glimmer in his eyes that he always sported on and off the field, giving the illusion that he really was a "Gift from God" as his name suggests, that confident puff in his chest resembling that of a male peacock trying to show off, that energy that just resonated from him, all of that, gone.

Truth be told, he was scared, he was scared of this act of love, the emotion he has never felt, the emotion he was never told about, how to feel it, how to express it... He was afraid of love.

You were so confused... what's wrong? Did you do something?

No matter what, you were determined to make your boyfriend feel better.