“Where the hell are black heels?” You were rushing around your boyfriends apartment like every other morning. It was hard to remember what you had at your place versus Peter’s.
Peter pulled one heel from under the bed, “Found one of your heels, darling. I think my electric razor is at your house. Have you seen it there?”
“I don’t have a clue. When did we stay there on a weekday last? Monday? Found the other heel!” Taking the one Peter found you slipped them on hopping from one foot to the other.
“I gotta go. I’m due in court in less than an hour. Where we staying tonight?” You asked Peter as you grabbed your briefcase. Taking the to go coffee he offered, you kissed his cheek. “So?”
“Oh, let’s stay at your place tonight. The restaurant is closer to your apartment”, Peter concluded.
“Sounds good to me, babe. See you at 6:30. Love you.” Taking your keys from your bag you swung the front door open before you could hear Peter’s response. “Crap.” Knowing you wouldn’t have time to go back to Peter’s to grab the things you’d need for the weekend you shot him a text.
*Can you bring my makeup bag, sneakers and straightening iron from you place please. If you haven’t left yet.*
*Sorry. Left about 10 minutes ago.*
*No problem. It’s the weekend. I can live without them.*
As you hurried into the restaurant, 15 mniutes late, you spotted Peter at the bar. Plopping down on the stool beside him you snagged his drink and took a sip. ‘Well hello to you too” Peter said with a smirk, then finished drink.
“Sorry. It has been a day.” You leaned in a gave him a kiss. “Better now.”
“Table for Stone” the hostess called out.
Peter took your hand to help you from the stool. Once you were sat at the table, food ordered, wine in hand you relaxed a little. “TGIF” you breathed out.
Peter chuckled, “Agreed. So how was the day?’
You groaned and pulled your feet from under the table. “Notice anything..off?”
“Two different black heels. Oh my.” He stiffled a laugh.
“No go ahead. Laugh. I did. Along with everyone else in my office” replying, rolling your eyes. “Icing on the cake? I left the Marcus file at my place the other night. Thankfully my assisstant was able to get it.”
Peter furrowed his brow, “I can’t do this anymore. I’ve been-” You started to interrupt but he held up a hand. “Let me finish. I’ve been thinking. It’s time we move in together.”
Jerking your head up from where you were looking into your wine, you stuttered “Real-really? Are you ser-serious? Is it because I never have what I need and my place is too far from your office?”
Taking your hands in his, he replied. “Well, that and the fact that I want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep next to you every night.”
“How can I say no to that? Plus, we get to christen a whole new place” you waggled your eyebrows.
“Well that is the most important reason” he confirmed, giving you a wink.
//Oh honey I can talk Mike Dodds all day too! This took on a life of it’s own. Of note, reader is 3 months pregnant with these conversations.//
-You parents were a little more receptive. Well after your mom cried a little and your dad had a “man to man “ talk with Mike
“My baby is having a baby.” Your mom took your hand, tears welling in her eyes. “Are you getting married?”
You and Mike exchanged looks and smiled, “Uh, not right away. But yeah, eventually.”
Your mom let out a sigh, “okay, okay. I’m going to be a grandma?” She sniffled and grinned. “We’re gonna be grandparents, Sam. Finally.” The two of you giggled.
“Yeah. That’s great.” He turned and left the room.
Exchanging looks with Mike and your mom, you rose to follow your dad.
“No. I’ll talk to him.” He kissed your head and went to find your dad.
Mike knocked on the door to the garage where your dad was “organizing” his already neat tools. “Sir. I’d like to talk to you.”
“What’s there to talk about? You got my daughter pregnant and you’re not marrying her.” He kept his back to Mike.
“I love your daughter. She makes life better. She’s the only one who doesn’t judge me, or push me to do things I don’t want to do. She believes in me. She loves me, which I will never understand. She is the most special and important person in my life. And when that baby is born, I’ll have all I’ve ever wanted.” Mike went to leave when he didn’t get a response.
“Wait. Mike you have to understand. Y/N. She’s was my saving grace. I was a mess until she was born, drinking, running around. When they placed that tiny, sweet, dark haired little girl in my arms, my world was turned on in it’s head.” Sam approached Mike. “You’ve treated my little girl right. I have no doubt that you love her. Just don’t mess up.” He smiled at Mike, “Not only will you have me and her younger brothers to deal with, you’ll have every cop in the state of Ohio after you.”
Mike smiled, “I understand, sir. And you have my promise. I will take care of Y/N, and our children.” Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a diamond solitaire. “I bought this ring a few months ago. Long before Y/N got pregnant. I just never found the time to ask you. Today I am asking for your blessing to marry your daughter.”
He studied Mike’s face for a beat, then put his hand out to shake Mike’s, “Yeah. Okay. Just remember this conversation today son, and treat her the same way you have been and we’ll be good.”
-William wasn’t happy when you and Mike moved in together. He eventually had no choice but to accept it. He hit the roof when Mike told him you were pregnant and had no immediate plans to marry. The conversation was tense.
“How could you let something like this happen? Do you know how this looks? Are you sure it’s yours?” William looked his son in the eye.
“Don’t you ever say anything like that again.” Mike cautioned his dad. “That is the woman I love. She is the kindest person I know and for some reason she loves me too. And this baby may not have been planned but I – we are happy. I was hoping we could get a little support. I should have known better.”
The only time that Mike stands up to his father is when it comes to you or the kids.
Mike stormed out of his dads office. “We’re going”, he snapped at you. “Anne. I’m sorry but we won’t be staying for dinner.” He kissed her cheek.
You caught Anne shot William a disbelieving look as he exited his office and shook her head.
Placing a hand to the small of your back, he led you you out the door.
In the elevator, you glanced a look up to Mike. His jaw was clenched and anger radiated off him. “Mike?”
“What?” He continued to look ahead. He loosened his tie and ran his hands through his hair. A nervous habit.
“I’m sorry. I never meant to come between you and your dad…” your voice was small.
His face softened immediately. Taking your shoulders he looked into your eyes. “I’m sorry you heard any of that, Y/N. My dad is, I really have no words. But none of this is your fault or mine. This is my dad’s issues.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. “Thanks for sticking up for me with your dad”, you mumbled onto his chest. “But..”
“But, what?”
“We didn’t get dinner”, you peered up at Mike and both of you laughed.
sonny is so pitiful when he’s sunburned, you pack so much sunscreen that you’re pretty sure you technically have more sunscreen than actual clothing
not that sonny’s complaining
definitely has you apply sunscreen on him every hour on the hour
clams up when you ask him to apply it on you and yeah that’s definitely a boner
he goes out of his way to be a sweetheart. cooks every meal that you don’t go out to eat. usually dinner, sometimes breakfast. never lunch, you’re always out in the day time.
when you go out into the shops, he buys you everything you want. he wants you to remember the trip as fondly as possible
the rest of the weekend is spent relaxing on the beach, fresh fruit, cold water, tan skin. the whole beach aesthetic
beach sonny 100000% has a beard !! just saying
blushes and gets so worked up like the sweet boy he is while you’re splashing around in the water. he doesn’t get to see you like this often, and since he’s practically a teenager boy, gets so worked up
definitely fucks you on the balcony in your hotel (facing the hotel. he wants to take a risk but it also makes him nervous)
you have to remind him that no sonny we dont have enough money to buy a house here
the hotel sex ? great. wonderful. you two are so sweaty that by the time you’re done you look like you just stepped out of the water
and despite all the damn sunscreen he still gets burned ):
and finally, for your approval: this image that popped up immediately after i received this ask.
‘On my way home. Can’t wait for dinner together ❤’
‘That’s nice. I’m not home.’
‘Oh…okay, so you didn’t cook?…’
‘🙄 and when was the last time you were home before dinner got cold?’
‘Not this again. I’m not arguing. It’s the same thing everytime’
‘Who’s arguing? Just stating facts. And if you’re tired of me complaining about the same things…Stop doing them!’
‘Whatever. Is Isaac with you? When will you be home?’
‘No hes at home by himself, where else would he be? I have no idea when we’ll be home.’
Mike sighed. “I’ll just make dinner by myself then”, he said to himself.
Mike stopped by the store and grabbed all the ingredients for stir fry. Feeling very confident, he hurried home.
‘Making dinner. Wish me luck! 😘’
‘You’ll need it! 😋’
“How hard can it be. Meat, veges and rice. Pretty simple.” An hour later he had a pot full of burned rice, dry chicken, and limp vegetables swimming in a stir fry sauce. The burned rice smell was horrible, filling the whole house.
You walked in about a half hour later. “Mike?” You laid a sleeping Isaac on the couch. “What is that smell?”
“That would be dinner.” Mike’s voice startled you. “We need a new pan by the way.”
“What did you make?” You asked with a scrunched nose. “Is that stir fry?”
“I tried okay? I wanted to do something nice for you.” Mike looked down at you with a contrite look.
Resting your hands on his arms, you stood on tip toe and kissed his nose. “Well I appreciate the effort babe. Now order me and your daughter some chicken and broccoli, an egg roll and sweet and sour soup from Hunan House”, you said with a giggle rubbing you pregnant belly.
Mike laughed, “okay but remember the deal. I cooked so you have to clean up.”
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