Well That's Just Great...(Mike/Macy)

Macy smiled up at Mike as they walked out of the restaurant together hand in hand. Macy found one of the divas to watch the twins for the couple as they had a night to themselves. They were no fights, no glares, no smart remarks, just laughs and love. Macy's smile faded away as her stomach started churning.

"Michael...I don't feel too good." Macy groaned.

Mike rubbed her back, "Should we go to the hospital?" he asked concerned

Macy shook her head. "No...I'm fine. I don't need to go there." Macy lied.

"Macy, I'm not buying it, we're going to the hospital." Mike said

"No!" Macy snapped.

"Yes! What if something is seriously wrong?" Mike asked

"I don't care! I hate going there." Macy said with a frown.

"I know, but I want you to feel better." Mike frowned

"Please don't make me go." Macy pleaded.

"Do it for me, please?" Mike asked

Macy looked into his eyes in defeat. "Fine."

"Thank you." He said before opening her car door for her.

Macy groaned in response.

Mike got in the car and started to drive towards the hospital.

Macy clutched onto her stomach and side as she cried silent tears.

Mike looked over at her and frowned, they arrived at the hospital a few moments later.

Macy tried to get out, but winced in pain. "Can you help me please?" she croaked out.

Mike picked her up and carried her into the hospital.

"Thank you." Macy said softly.

"You're welcome." Mike said

Macy laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

Mike walked back to the room with her.

(Psst! We're at the hospital.)

"Please don't make me go." Macy said softly.

(I know, they're taking her back to the hospital room.)

"I have to." Mike said

(Ahhhh....I see what you did there. I sowwy.)

"I know..." Macy said.