Though she was not happy about going to prom in the first place, it only got worse. She had tried to tell Hunter that she wanted to go home but the taller girl wanted to go to the damn after party. It was tradition. Michi was in the kind of worried mood that made her a bit snippy but still she didn't want to ruin the night for everyone. "One drink," she had tried to convince herself that it was true, that they would stay for one drink and then go home.

Hours later they were still sitting there. She was glad to have Tatum, at least someone would be there if she went into labor in the fucking lawn chair. She grimaced at the mention of her fiancee and what got her to get wasted and run off into the woods. "It's so fucking typical Tatum," she frowned. "Hunt gets wasted and runs off on some stupid mission because she just can't back down. That stupid bitch is probably wrestling some first year boy right now as we speak completely unaware of her responsibilities!"

"She's gonna be a dad like, practically any second and she's all over the place tonight! She dragged me out here and now I'm fucking stuck here," Michi groaned. "And it's not like I can go home god damn it! I'll lay awake all night wondering what the dumb ass is up to!" she hid her face, embarrassed and trying to calm herself down. "Thanks for sticking around Tate," she pouted. The last thing she needed really was to go into labor because she was so upset.

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