Our Names Painted On the Door

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There are likely only a few that care, but here is the next chapter for Mike and Liv’s Sister! @carisiismyhomeboy​ and I had a good time writing this one, even though the ending gave us a bit of trouble. Enjoy!

You opened your eyes, taking a quick look at the other side of the bed. Surprisingly, Mike was still there, his arm wrapped around you. This meant he might actually get his day off as scheduled, which was a miracle in itself. Even more rare was that it was a weekend, meaning that you’d have the day off, too.

Deciding to get a jump on the day, you quietly slid out of the snuggle. Because of Mike’s odd hours, starting the coffee was usually his responsibility. He deserved to sleep in today, though, so if you had to get up a few minutes early, you were okay with that.

Upon getting out of bed, you noticed a slight chill in the apartment. The days had been getting warmer, but mornings were still brisk. Without any sweaters of your own, you wandered over to the closet and pulled on one of Mike’s before heading out to the kitchen.

Before long, the smell of freshly brewed coffee permeated the apartment. You were just sitting down for your first cup when you heard the accusatory voice behind you.

“So that’s where all of my shirts have been going! You’re the shirt thief!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never stolen a thing in my life” you deadpanned, taking a sip from the cup.

“Then what do you call this? Because I believe that’s my sweater you’re wearing right now” he replied as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Oh, this? This is borrowing” you smirked.

“Uh-huh. In that case, when are you planning to return the Def Leppard t-shirt, the Batman hoodie, and the work button ups you’ve ‘borrowed’ over the last couple months?” he asked.

“When they stopped smelling like you. Just for the record, though, you left several of those shirts at my place all those times you stayed over.” you explained.

“You know, I’ve been doing some thinking about that…” he began as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“That sounds dangerous, but continue” you joked.

He gave a small smile as he braced his hands around his coffee cup before rubbing his shoulder. Though he’d recovered remarkably well from the bullet he took, it was still a bit stiff sometimes. Still, this seemed different, as though he were trying to put himself at ease. Whatever he was about to say next, it was big.

“Well, I figure with all the time that we’ve been spending together here and at your place, that it might just be easier if we kept all of our stuff in the same place” he offered. His voice shook slightly, like he was trying to make the idea sound casual. It was a nice effort, but he was failing miserably. You had to admit, though, it was cute.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” you questioned, deciding to call his bluff.

“Only if you want to, if it’s too soon, we don’t have to talk about it again” he stammered.

You leaned back in your seat, pretending to think about it. If you were being honest, you enjoyed watching him squirm just a little bit.

“I guess now might be a good time to mention that I’ve been looking at apartment listings then, isn’t it?” you responded slyly. As much as you loved making him squirm, you could hardly contain your excitement. This was a big step, and you were glad that Mike wanted to take it with you.

Mike chuckled and shook his head, finally realizing that you were only messing with him. Grabbing the coffee mug out of your hands and placing it on the counter, he pulled you up from your seat and into his arms, placing a quick kiss on your forehead.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he joked.

“There are worse ways to go” you responded, nestling yourself against him.