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Ending to Story Starter #1
Micky's hand slid from the table with a 'thwack' onto his leg. "You...what? Why?"
She fiddled with her napkin and seemed unable to meet his eyes. "I'm.... pregnant."
His almond-shaped eyes widened and his mouth worked silently for a moment. "You're....but....we've never...."
She let out a sob and covered her face with her hands.
".....you cheated on me."
She nodded, never looking up.
"And you got pregnant...by him."
"I didn't WANT to! I didn't MEAN to!" she wailed.
Micky stood. "Want to, mean to....nothing changes the fact you were unfaithful to me." He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, but he kept his voice deadly calm. "Marry him. Give that child a name."
"I can't," she sobbed. "He's already married!"
"Then you've gotten yourself into one hell of a mess," he said as he paid their bill and shoved a bill toward her. "Cab fare," he said coolly. "I love you -- part of me always will -- but I will never forgive unfaithfulness."
"Micky, this was a mistake--"
"Yeah, doll. It was. And you made it. Next time keep your legs closed." He spun on his heel and left the restaurant, his fists clenched and his ears purposefully deaf to her screaming his name.
He managed to make it home before the sobs overtook him. Mike and Peter found him hunched over the Monkeemobile's wheel, wailing his broken heart out.
They carried him inside and took care of him until his numb mind could manage to do it again. When Davy returned home from his date, he helped as well.
Out of Micky's hearing, the other three agreed they would make sure that baby was taken care of -- that Amy would either marry or put the baby up for adoption.
And they agreed that they would never speak of Amy unless Micky brought her up. But one of them would keep tabs on her at least till the baby was born.
She would never pull this on anyone again. They would make CERTAIN of it.
Nobody hurt one of the Monkees and got away with it.
Nobody.
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