#fluff delivered

[therealrjlupin]

@blitheringmcgonagall and @jencala are wonderful people who deserve all the love.

Thanks for cheering me up, ladies!

[baconpoweredmutant]

My muse has fallen asleep on your lap while watching a movie at home, what does your muse do?

Mikey smiles softly, noticing for the first time Frankie had fallen asleep during the movie they’d put on as a treat for themselves since Mila had actually gone to sleep early. Her head was laying against his legs, one hand loosely curled around the foot he had up on his knee. He thought it was strange she’d been so quiet for several long minutes but had been too intrigued by the story to have thought to check. As the movie credits rolled he lowered the volume and reached over and flicked off the lone lit lamp. Not wanting to disturb her just yet he slid his fingers into her hair and gently massaged her scalp as he sat in the darkness, occasionally stroking her short soft hair with a long slow motion. After a few moments he started talking softly, barely a whisper. He started with simple things that he had just never had a reason to bring up, like when he’d first learned to ride a skateboard and how he wondered if Mila would pick up riding a bike as fast as her Uncle Raph had. It was comforting, just talking even if she was asleep. More comforting because she was asleep as he began to tell of things he’d never spoken of to her before, things he didn’t particularly want to taint her perception of him, and how they fed his fears of what Mila had in store for her as a mutant, especially related to him and his past. He eventually lowered his voice even more and for the first time since he’d related the story to April so long ago, quietly replayed the events of ‘that’ night as he continued to massage her hair and slowly slide her hair through his fingers. When he finally ran out of things to say he sat for awhile, thinking about how lucky he was, how happy he was, and how maybe it was time to think about ‘passing the buck’ and showing MIla, and Frankie, the many ways over the years he’d found to give back to the world.  More than ever he felt like he needed to thank the universe and really since before he’d met her, he hadn’t been doing much of anything. Finding his own head starting to bob he carefully slid his arms under his precious fiancee and stood (Oi that wasn’t easy!) and carried her back to their bedroom. With a fierce yawn he crawled into bed next, curling up close and spooning her. He was certain he had to have woken her at some point but she still seemed to be asleep, so if he had she hadn’t woken enough to tell him so. Pressing his nose into her hair and wrapping his arm firmly around her waist he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, joining her in a deep, dreamless slumber that he now believe that only exhausted but happy parents could ever truly know. For a few hours anyway until the adventure started all over again in another new day.