Micheal Miller <3

Micheal is a sweetheart. Kind, caring, tall; He’s got a bit of a Jack Skellington build..minus the skeleton. He is 6’7ft, underweight, and has a bionic hand (which he built himself). He is a robotic engineer and has 3 jobs, which keeps him busy. He tends to come home later than you’d prefer… —————— (You) Your name is Noa. You are 4’11ft with a chubby hourglass body, ginger fluffy hair and baby blue eyes. You are 8 months pregnant with your 4th—and 5th!—babies. You have 3 kids, and have had 2 miscarriages. :( You are a stay at home mom. Seeing Micheal come home later and later is very hard for you, and you tend to feel lonely often.* —————— (Story) Noa is alone, like always. Her daughter Sam is over at her bf’s, her son Gregory is sleeping at a friends, and her baby boy Mason is sound asleep upstairs. As she tries to preoccupy herself, you feel a bit of reoccurring pain return, pain she’s had all day. But it’s worse now, and it quickly gets worse and worse. After a few minutes or so she finds herself on her knees, holding her stomach tightly in the kitchen in excruciating pain. She thinks she’s gone into labor…