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I AM DEAD. idk i think this is a v cute blurb and i hope u do as well! feedback is always appreciated!!

You roll over on the mattress when you hear the door of your bedroom open and close. Blinking the looming threat of sleep from your eyes, you shoot Michael a tired smile as he rids himself of his shorts and pads over to the bed. He places his left knee onto the soft duvet, and you chuckle as the mattress dips softly. Michael slowly slides underneath the covers, his bright eyes never leaving yours.

“She’s asleep?” you ask, referring to the four-year-old girl residing in the room down the hall. Michael’s lips stretch into a wide yawn, showing off his cute, pointy canines, before he nods, letting out a soft exhale, “She was out like a light as soon as I started singing to her.”

“I know the feeling,” you murmur, and he laughs quietly, shaking his head. His left hand reaches out to caress your right cheek, and he leans in slowly, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. It’s sweet--you’re both far too tired for any midnight antics--and you smile against his lips, your own hand coming up to cradle and stroke his jaw.

“Did you have a nice Mother’s Day?” Michael asks when you finally pull away. You settle back onto the bed as he props himself up with his right arm, using his elbow as leverage. He peers down at you inquisitively, and you decide that now is the perfect time.

Fuck it.

“It was alright,” you muse. Michael’s brow furrows, “What?”

“Well,” you shrug, trying to keep the smile off of your face, “I mean, I think I deserved a bit more than what I got today. You know, considering that in less than a year I’ll be pushing yet another one of your offspring out of my vagina.”

It takes a moment for him to decipher the message hidden in your words. And you must admit, the sight is awfully cute. His lips part as he mouths random fragments of your sentence, and you can almost see the gears clicking and whirring in his head. Finally, his body stiffens, his luminescent eyes snapping down to meet yours.

“No way,” he gasps, a beaming smile tugging fiercely at the corners of his mouth. You purse your lips--trying to hide your own smile--and again, only shrug your shoulders in response. Michael’s face is the epitome of pure joy, and he sits up straight, raking his tattooed fingers through his dark hair.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters, and he turns back to look at you, a wide grin contorting his features. Suddenly, he throws the covers off of himself, climbing on top of you messily and bracing himself on his hands and knees so that he avoids squashing both you and the precious cargo that you’re carrying.

He inhales sharply before he kisses you, and you can’t help but to giggle at the sloppiness of it all, how he’s just aiming for anywhere that his lips can reach. After laying beneath him for a few moments, your body vibrating with laughter, you grab onto his shoulders and push him away gently, gasping, “Mike, baby, stop.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles sheepishly, his wide smile never leaving his face, “’M just so happy. You’re making me so fucking happy.”

You grin at him and lean up, pecking his lips softly. Michael kisses your nose, your chin, your collarbones, slowly making his way down your body until he’s eventually rucking up the material of the baggy t-shirt that you always wear to bed. He lets out a soft gasp at the sight of your stomach, and sets his hand onto your skin, feeling the firmness of your barely-noticeable bump. In fact, if it weren’t for the texture, you wouldn’t have even suspected that you were pregnant in the first place.

Michael leans down, pressing a soft, lengthy kiss to your stomach. Your hands travel to his hair, running your fingers softly against his scalp as he continues to graze his lips along the surface of your tummy and finally whisper something against your skin.

And though you can’t be certain of the words, it sounds suspiciously like, “I love you, little one. And I can’t wait to sing you to sleep as well.”