MUKE MUKE MUKE MUKE MUKE 11
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba--, goddammit!”
“Daddy! It’s snowing!”
Michael comes running to the window where his five-year-old daughter, Ava, is standing and watching with bright eyes that match Luke’s perfectly. “You wanna go outside and play in it, kiddo?” Michael asks with an excited voice.
“Uh duuuuh!” the little girl exclaims in a preppy voice before jumping down and putting on her winter coat, rain boots, and wool mittens. The father and daughter run outside and immediately begin to play in the snow, making snow angels and trying to catch snowflakes in their mouths. After about fifteen minutes of being outside, Michael suddenly hears:
“Put your hands in the air.” Michael chuckles as he hears the sound of his husband not far behind him. He turns around to see Luke holding a snowball in his hand, a huge smirk plastered on his face. Michael gives him a look that says I dare you.
“Luke,” he threatens while trying not to laugh, “put down the snowball.”
“Now why would I do that, Mikey?” Luke wiggles his eyebrows. Michael’s eyes widen as he sees Luke’s arm rear back.
“Don’t you dare throw that snowball--god dammit!” The snowball hits Michael square in the face, just where Luke intended for it to go.
“Swear jar!” Ava yells as she runs up to Luke with open arms. Luke scoops her up and sits her on his hip and says:
“That’s right, Ava!” he coos. He looks over at Michael, who decides to walk over to his little family and gather them all in a large hug. Luke and Ava hug Michael back tightly.
“I hate that you threw a snowball in my face, but I love you all the same.” Michael and Luke look each other in the eyes, nothing but love and adoration for each other.
“I love you, too, Mikey.” They meet in the middle and peck each other’s lips.
“And I love my daddy and my papa!” Ava yells happily. Luke and Michael laugh and attack her cheeks with kisses, making her laugh and giggle.
