Madison decided to wait until the kids were in bed that night to confront Micky with her suspicions that he was having an affair. She had been in love with Micky almost since the day they met. They had been though hell and high water together in those 10 years but she always believed in his love, until now.
What she didn't know was that Micky was also planning on telling her the truth after the kids were tucked in for the night. He knew he never should have gone this long without telling her, but it seemed easier to make the decision without her and suffer the consequences later. He only hoped she could accept his decision and together they could face whatever the uncertain future held.
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"It's hard to believe he's going to be eight next month." Madison commented quietly after they had tucked Mac into bed.
"I know. It seems like only last week we brought him home from the hospital." Micky kept his hand on the small of her back as they descended the stairs.
"You weren't speaking to me then either." She sighed. "Mick, we need to talk."
"Yes, we do." He agreed.
They walked into the kitchen. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Sure, thanks." He stood across from her at the counter. "I guess the best way to do this is to start from the beginning." He took a deep breath. "About a month ago, I met someone…" He stopped mid-sentence when she dropped both coffee cups on the floor. "Doll! Are you okay?" He rushed to her, shattered glass cracking under his feet.
"I'm sorry." She tried to keep back the tears. "I thought I was ready to hear this and until three seconds ago, I had myself believing that maybe it wasn't true."
He looked at her questionably. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm not going to stand in your way. I don't want to go through what Mike and Samantha went through." She gazed back at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "I want you to be happy. Just tell me one thing. Who is she?" Then she put her hand up. "No, on second thought, I'm definitely not ready to hear her name."
"Madison, you're not making any sense. Her who? What are you talking about?" He placed his hand on her arm.
"The girl you are leaving me for." She stated firmly.
"Leaving you? Oh shit." He took her in his arms, holding her tightly. "I'm not leaving you. I could never leave you. Is that what you thought…that I was having an affair?"
"You mean you're not?" She looked up at him, the sadness leaving her eyes.
"No! Oh God, doll, I'm so sorry." He brushed his lips across her temple. "If I had known that was what you were thinking, I would have told you this a lot sooner."
"Tell me what?" She snuggled closer in his arms.
"Shhh…in a minute." He ran his hand down her hair. "I just want to hold you. It feels so good to hold you."
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He kissed her softly, letting their lips linger on each other. "I love you, Micky." She pulled back slowly. "And as much as I missed this, I really want to know what's going on."
He chuckled. "Right, sorry." They walked back over the broken coffee cups and sat down in the family room. "Okay, as I was saying, about a month ago, I met someone. HIS name is Alan Kirkus."
"Ha…ha…ha…very funny." Madison giggled.
"Anyway, Alan is producing a new television series and he wants me to direct it." He stated proudly.
"I'm so happy, Mick. This is something you've always wanted to do." She hugged him tightly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I wanted to. This is so huge and I know I never should have made this decision with talking to you first."
"Come on, Dolenz, out with it." She pressured. "What's the catch?"
"You know me too well." He half-chuckled. "Okay, here's the catch. The show is for BBC. We have to move to England."
"England?" Her eyes grew wide in shock. "As in England on the other side of the ocean, England?"
"Yeah, London to be exact." He answered carefully. "Look, I'm sorry. And if you don't want to go, I'll go and come home as often as I can. It would be kind of like being on the road again…"
She put her fingers to his lips. "Just tell me one thing."
"What?"
"When do we leave?" She smiled.
"Doll, I love you." He kissed her hand. "Are you sure?"
"Sometimes you have a really thick skull." She laughed. "Micky, I love you. I belong with you. I'd go anywhere with you." She held his hand. "Yes, I'm sure. Now, can we get back to that kissing thing?"
"Yes, ma'am!" He pulled her to the floor, his lips softly caressing her face. "God, I missed you." He breathed in her hair.
"Mmm, me too." She sighed as her body turned to putty in his hands.
He slipped her shirt off over her head and then let his hand slowly roam down her neck and across her breasts. Cupping one, he drew the nipple into his mouth and sucking it slowly, teasingly. Her hands curled in his hair pulling him closer and urging him on, but he was much to busy taking his own sweet time to suckle her breasts like honey. He wanted to savor the taste of her skin like a fine wine and she thought she would die from the painstakingly slow pleasure he was giving.
He moved back up, kissing her lips, their tongues entwining, as his fingertips skimmed across her skin. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, her hands running down his strong arms and then back up his chest. As they kissed, he drew her closer because he loved the feeling of her breasts against his bare chest. They lay there together on the floor for a long time doing nothing except kissing and touching and rubbing and nibbling and savoring.
Only after they were both naked and there wasn't an ounce of skin left on either of them that hadn't been enjoyed, he covered her body with his own and entered her slowly. He drove her with long, leisurely strokes taking them both higher and higher. Tears rolled down her face at his gentleness and the absolute pure love they shared. Finally, when the end could no longer be denied, they came together in a flashing explosion.
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