At Home on a Friday Night || Celia and Mike
"You don’t have to worry about me, Schmoopsie. There will be no weaseling out over here," he promised with a twinkle in his eyes. "I’ve already got the ol’e noggin thinking of ideas." While this was true, most of his ideas were much too expensive. Hiring a plane to spell out Celia’s name in the sky might need to be put back in the vault for when he became the multi-millionaire he was destined to be one day.
For now, something simple and from the heart would have to do. Hmm.
"Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me, Schmoopsie." Whatever they watched, Mike was almost certain he wouldn’t be paying much attention. He just had to come up with a good surprise for Celia so she wouldn’t get angry with him again. The smile that lit up her face made his heart skip a beat, and he just had to kiss her cheek again. So he did.
There wasn't any question, Celia thought, that he was coming up with ideas -- or at the very least, trying for the moment. If she knew Mike, he'd get distracted in the next ten minutes and wouldn't think about it again until practically the last minute. It was a pattern, one she'd been aware of for years. And years.
The problem was, he could distract her as easily as anything, which happened to frustrate her more than almost anything. How was she ever supposed to be stern and hold her ground if he could sway her so easily? His second kiss prompted a sigh, and though she tried to pout about it, she couldn't help but smile instead.
"In that case, we'll clean out some of our DVR. It'll make me feel productive at the same time and I need to feel productive right now."










