DISTANCE: 3

therandomfics:

Sonny,

I’m sorry that it came to this, that your last contact from me will be in the form of this letter. Truthfully, I have no idea when you’ll read this, or if you’ll read it, but I want to cover my bases and let you know a few things. We’ve been together for how long now? Two and a half years? I’ve barely seen you for the last 8 months. I respect your line of work and appreciate your commitment to serve and protect, but at what point were you going to protect our relationship?
When we first met, I couldn’t believe how wonderful you were. Do you remember? You interviewed me, and then Mr. Barba prepped me for trial. I was so thankful I was able to save that woman’s life, so thankful that I made a difference, and so thankful to have met you. My Knight in Shining Armor. The first handful of dates we went on left me reeling – I felt manic if I’m being honest. I just couldn’t believe that someone like you wanted someone like me. Even after we moved in together, or rather I moved in with you, it still felt like pure magic. I never wanted that feeling to end.
Yes, I’ve lied awake at night, wishing that I’d never met you, wishing that you’d turn in your shield and take up law, or anything other than leaving me for as long as you did. But you know, I was patient, and forgiving.
I trusted you to be the one that would never betray me. I know you know why it’s so important to me that I give my all and get the same in return. You know my parents were together nearly 30 years when my Mom left my Dad for some random man she met online and destroyed my concept of trust. You know the horrors of dating I experienced – it’s not easy being a woman, especially in a big city. You know the absolute nightmare my mother has become and how she tried to pit me against you so many times just to feed her own sick, sad little mind… and I never let it happen.
Sonny, you were number one in everything. Nothing came before you, but I will not promise that nothing comes after you, because I deserve something more. You’ve left me lonely for too long. You didn’t check in, you didn’t have anyone check in on your behalf, nothing. If I hadn’t seen you with her.. I would have thought you were dead. You told me you were going back to find out what was going on, why someone would be trying to contact me, and then you’d be back. I understood – I was angry, but I fucking understood. Then, after I’ve been missing you for so long, I see you on the platform kissing that woman like you’ve loved her longer than you pretended to love me. What did I do to deserve this?
Amanda said you’re deep under and you’re trying to make friends with someone who know what’s really going on in hopes that you can bust a ring. A ring of what? Pedophiles? Rapists? Traffickers? Who cares? I don’t?
I’m so sorry it ends like this, darling. Please know that I will forever think of you as the man who taught me how to love and simultaneously want to kill myself at the same time. What a delight – what a SKILL SET you must have to make me feel so wildly unstable. I’d say I’m proud of you, but only if that translated to burn in Hell.

Wishing you the best…

Y/N

You sealed the letter in an envelope and left it lying on Sonny’s pillow for his long awaited return. A return, of course, for which you would not be present. It took no time at all to reach out to a friend in Brighton Beach and ask if you could stay with her for a bit, as things had gotten murky with your boyfriend. The neighborhood was a bit further from work, but you didn’t mind. After all, you’d no longer be in any rush to come home in the hopes that you’d find Sonny. You’d just be going home to Kristin and her childish but sometimes amusing boyfriend. Plus, it was only temporary, you reminded yourself.

You changed your number, deleted your Facebook and Instagram, and created a new e-mail account in hopes of moving on and getting things together again. Sonny’s name had stayed on the lease and rent was drafted monthly from his account, so you weren’t too terribly concerned with that portion, either. Even more, you had started taking a new route to work just in case he tried to find you. For all you knew, though, he was still undercover, playing house with his new girlfriend. It occurred to you in a painful fashion that it was possible that his charade had been going on for quite some time – but, you weren’t worried about any communicable diseases, as you hadn’t been intimate with him in almost 9 months. It had been so long since you’d seen him, you had to admit you’d felt single but betrothed for so long, that you didn’t know how to act anymore.

“Alex is gonna invite some friends over tonight, cool?” Kristin asked you before you headed to work. It was too early for conversation but she was doing you a huge favor by letting you stay there, leaving you no option but to be polite.

“Yeah, no problem, you know that. I’m not gonna be home until like 8 or 9 tonight. The kids have their poetry reading tonight and I promised I’d supervise,” you explained as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “But yeah, definitely fine with me. See you tonight.”

When you finally arrived back home that night, you were surprised to see that Kristin hadn’t been lying. Usually her some people meant at least fifteen people crowded into the apartment, but this time it really was only Kristin, Alex, and three of their friends. Two females and one male, whose names you didn’t catch as you went to your room and secluded yourself from the festivities in the living room. They were playing cards and drinking, which was a fairly common way to pass the time for them, you’d noticed.

Even though you’d been staying with Kristin for about two months and had grown comfortable there, you wished you had your own place again. Before you met Sonny, you’d scored a loft for a steal and had stayed there for two years. But, along came Carisi and your life was flipped on its head. He changed so much of your day to day, you wondered how you’d ever move on without him.

There was a knock at your door as you were changing into more comfortable clothes. You grumbled and opened it to find the mysterious man in the hall. It was a welcomed interruption. Human interaction normally meant not thinking about Sonny, and when he was a 6′1″ linebacker build with brown eyes and a mess of brunette curls, you were obliged to interact.

“Hi?” you asked, brow arched.

“Hey. Sorry to bother you. Alex said that you might have a phone charger?” he asked and held up his dying phone.

“I do. Yeah, I’ll grab it,” you offered and walked over to your desk to unplug the cord. “When you’re done with it you can just leave it in the living room, I’ll grab it in the morning.”

“Uh.. I was actually hoping I could hide out for a while,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Kristin and Alex are about five minutes away from being pornographic and Jennifer and Rachelle are.. not far behind. I’m the DD so I can’t exactly leave them. But, if not it’s totally fine!”

You shrugged and handed him the charger. “You’re welcome to hang out here. I was just gonna watch TV for a while.”

“Thanks. I’m Ryan by the way.” He plugged the charger into an outlet and plugged his phone in, setting it down on the floor. He pulled the chair out by your desk and sat down, considerate enough not to assume he could sit on your bed with you.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you, Ryan.” You sat down and turned on the TV in your room, scanning until you found a B-Rated horror movie on Netflix and settled in. Your bed was against the wall, acting as a massive couch lined with pillows and blankets. It was comfortable, and you felt slightly selfish for making Ryan sit at the desk. “You’re welcome to sit over here, by the way. I know that’s an uncomfortable angle and a hard chair.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he confessed and stood up, finding a spot as far away from you as he could. “You haven’t been living here long have you? I feel like I’ve only seen you once.”

You nodded absently and pulled your knees to your chest. “Just like, a couple months. I had a failed relationship and exiled myself to Brighton,” you explained with a small laugh.

“Me too, actually. That’s why I hadn’t been hanging out with Kris and Alex as much. My girl – ex girl – wasn’t a fan of their company, said they were too wild. I dunno, they seem alright to me. It’s good to be free again.”

You looked over at him and smiled. “You might be onto something. It is nice to know that I don’t have to expect anything. Things just are the way that they are.”

“You’re really gorgeous though. I doubt you’ll be on the market too long – unless you want to be,” he added quickly. Compliments and common sense.

“I dunno about that one, Ryan. I thought I had a good one last time – you know, being so pretty and all – but he wasn’t really around much. Left me pretty lonely, especially the last almost year of the relationship.” You sighed, and then kicked yourself mentally. You didn’t want to appear vulnerable but there you were, admitting freely that you hadn’t been intimate in almost a year. “It’s fine though, you know, I’m tough and everything.”

The blush that flashed across his cheeks meant that he knew what you’d accidentally confessed. “I’m sorry that you had to experience that. I hope that when you’re ready, you’ll find someone who gives you the attention that you definitely deserve.”

Embarrassed, you averted your eyes to the television in time to see a poorly made up zombie trudging through the woods outside of an unsuspecting family’s home. You suddenly felt awkward, your face burning and your heart racing. The freedom of knowing that you could lean over at any given point and touch this new friend of yours left your head spinning. You’d forgotten what it felt to be with anyone but Sonny, and truth be told you’d almost forgotten what that was like, too. You spent the next half hour staring at the screen without understanding what was happening; anything to avoid looking at him.

“Why do women wear heels when they’re staying at a cabin?” he asked after a while, watching a woman run through a dense forest in stilettos.

“Because they’re sexy.”

“You don’t need heels to be sexy, you know. A woman can look great in shorts and a hoodie,” he explained glancing over at you, pointedly, as you were wearing his described clothing combination.

“But stereotypical sexy means cleavage, heels, and an air of damsel in distress,” you countered, trying to ignore his compliment.

“That’s not really my thing, I guess.”

“Yeah, mine either. I mean the stereotypical man – the whole Harvard or Hudson look.. I hate it,” you confessed with a laugh. “Give me some flaws, some rough edges, something else.”

“You’re in luck. I am flawed, and very rough,” he replied, then laughed. “Not like that. I mean. No, no, nevermind.”

Pressing pause on the movie, you looked at the time and sighed. “Ryan, it is my bed time as of twenty minutes ago. I’m sorry to interrupt your internal conflict but I really have to tell you goodnight.” You scooted to the end of the bed and stood up, walking to the door.

He followed suit and grabbed his phone, pausing as he stood in between you and the door. The world moved slowly around you as he leaned down and placed his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his face. When he finally kissed you, he pressed his body to yours and pushed you back against the door frame. It was aggressive and sexy, but it wasn’t right. You pulled away a few moments later and stared up at him in confusion. Yes, you had enjoyed it, but it just wasn’t right.

“I.. uh..” you stammered, taking a step back. “I really need to sleep. I’ll see you around?”

“Goodnight,” he said with a smile, and headed back down the hall. He turned around a few seconds later and stopped. “Hey, also? Next week Jennifer is hosting a Halloween at her place in Queens. Go with me. You’ll have a good time. I was thinking about being a Priest but I’m not sure yet. I’ll pick you up.”

Once Ryan left, you shut and locked the door, fighting back the need to sob uncontrollably as you washed your face and brushed your teeth. You slept like absolute hell that night, dreaming of Sonny everytime you closed your eyes. Had you made the right decision? Who knew if he’d even read your letter yet.

That broke me.

Well, damn, can we get a continuation of the continuation of Over the Line? Excellent story line.

// Continued from HERE….//

Lipstick? Nick dampened a paper towel and went to look in the mirror hanging in the living room. Smudged, bright red lipstick stood out on his neck. Vigorously scrubbing, the lipstick came off. “Nice. Jesus, Amaro.” He muttered to himself.

It wasn’t what it looked like, as hard as that was to believe. Yes, he got the lap dance. But that was it. When the dancer started kissing his neck, he stopped her and ended the dance. He would never hurt Y/N like that. It was a thought that never crossed his mind.

Elise stirred on the couch, then opened her eyes. “Daddy?”

Nick turned and smiled, “morning princessa. Why did you sleep in the couch?“

“I had a nightmare. I wanted you, but you were gone. Mommy was on the couch”, Elise explained.

Nick picked Elise up. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here”, he kissed her hair.

Elise pulled back, “it’s okay. Mommy said you were getting the bad guys.” Nick’s smile was tight. She lied for him. Nick cleared his throat. “Let’s make some breakfast.”

You closed the restroom door, then leaned against it. A sob escaped your throat. You couldn’t believe that Nick would do something like that. To go to a strip club, but a lap dance? And God knows what else. Oh God, you were going to be sick. You emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

“Daddy made your favorite breakfast!” Elise informed you as you entered the kitchen after getting dressed.

“I’m not very hungry right now”, you kissed Elise. “Why don’t you get changed? We’re having lunch with abuela and Aunt Sonya today.”

“I’m going to wear my new dress. Can I bring Luciana? Can I sleep over with Mateo and Aunt Sonya?” She pouted her lip, “pleeaassee?”

“We’ll have to see, okay?” You smiled as Elise as she skipped to her room.

“Can we talk?” Nick asked when Elise was out of earshot. Right now you couldn’t look at him, let alone talk to him. So your solution, ignore him.

“Y/N. Please look at me.” He grabbed your shoulders gently. When you did look at him your eyes were glassy and red from crying and unshed tears. Nick’s expression softened. “I am so sorry I just left last night. That was wrong.”

Shaking your head slowly you said, “it’s the strip club, it’s the lap dance”, you swallowed the lump in your throat, “the lipstick. That-that is something I can’t get out of my head.” Great no way you were holding the tears back now. “All I can picture is her all over you. Kissing your neck, where I kiss you”, you reached up, touching just below and behind his ear, “right here.”

Nick cupped your face in his hands. “I swear nothing happened. As soon as she kissed my neck, I stopped it.” He explained the whole situation. Nick’s eyes were filling with tears too. He touched his forehead to yours. “I love you.” Tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Nick-”, you were sobbing so hard at his point, you could barely talk. “I-I can’t…”

Nick tried to pull in to his arms, but you pushed against his chest and shook your head. “Mi amor plea-”

“No Nick. You don’t get to call me that.” You could feel the bile rising in your throat again. Pain and sadness were turning into anger. “You have made mistakes before, but never anything like this. Never anything to hurt me or to make me question my trust.”

Nick shoved his hands on his jeans pockets and hung his head, “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put myself in that situation. I would never, never…”

“But you did Nick. As soon as you went to that club, as soon as you got that dance…that woman rubbing on you, kissing your neck…God, it makes sick thinking about it.” Taking a breath, steadying your voice, you continued, “reverse the situation, Nick.”

Nick jerked his head up to look at you. The look on his face said everything. “So, should I do what I know what you would do and go beat the bitch down?” You said challenging Nick.

“Mommy! I can’t find Luciana’s shoes!”, Elise called from her room.

“Coming baby”, you called back to her, never breaking your gaze from Nick. “Here’s what is going to happen, Nick. We’re going through with our plans for the day. Our day to day will be the same, as far as the kids and your family is concerned, nothing will change.”

Nick grasped your arm gently as you went to help Elise. “Y/N. I love you. You know that. I’m going to fix this. Please believe me.”

Can we get what happens next with Nick x Reader after Over The Line?

//Continued from HERE and HERE//

“Mom?” Owen’s voice woke you from your restless sleep. “Why are you sleeping on the couch?” Although the knee to the kidney is what really woke you.

Opening your eyes, you caught Owen’s concerned gaze. “I didn’t want to wake your dad up when I got home last night.” You stood, stretching and rubbing your face. Elise was still asleep on the couch.

“I heard you guys arguing last night. Dad hasn’t came back home, has he?” Owen’s question surprised you. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Reaching up, you brushed the hair off his forehead. “I forget you’re growing up.” You sighed, “no. He didn’t. He didn’t take his phone either so… I’m going to make some coffee. C’mom we’ll get breakfast going.”

Nick was coming through the back door, as you and Owen came into the room. He threw his keys on the counter. “Morning”, he looked you over then turned to Owen. “Still want to go to the batting cages?”

Owen looked to you for an answer. You gave him a little nod as you finished making the coffee. “Sure dad.”

“What was that?” Nick commanded.

“What was what Nick?” Returning his question with another.

“You know. The non-verbal between the two of you. Listen if you don’t want to go just say so.” Nick was getting agitated.

The tension in the room was getting uncomfortable. “I’ll get my glove”, Owen turned on his heel toward his bedroom.

“What’s his problem?” Nick asked as he rummaged through the fridge.

“He’s tired.” Finally the coffee was done, so you poured yourself a mug. “Where did you go?”

Nick froze when you asked the question. “I went out and had a couple drinks. Slept in the truck.”

“Hmmm…” taking in his appearance, you about half believed him. “Did a glitter bomb go off there?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, “what are saying, Y/N?”

“I think you know. You have glitter on you, you reek of stale cigarettes and alcohol and smell like cheap ass perfume. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.” Taking a sip of coffee, you leaned against the counter.

Nick hung his head, “listen, Y/N-”

“I can’t believe you went to a strip club, Nick.” The knot in your stomach was tightening. “You walked out last night, no phone. You stayed out all night drinking, doing God knows what, with God knows who. Did you get a lap dance? Maybe a little more?”

“You are being such a bit-” Nick stopped before he finished the sentence. He took a deep breath. “I met up with a couple of the guys from homicide. I got a lap dance. That’s it. It was Malcolm birthday…”

“Whatever Nick”, you scoffed. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, But this”, you gestured up and down his body, “isn’t you. I need a shower.” As you passed him you said, “wipe the lipstick off your neck before the kids see it.”

Comes after this.

“Can I help you with something, Nick?“ You were finishing your make up in the bathroom mirror and could see him glaring at you in the reflection. He said nothing, mouth a flat line and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

After applying your lipstick, you turned to leave the bathroom to get dressed. “Excuse me.” Nick stood stock still not letting you pass. “Nick. Move”, your voice more insistent this time. Finally you pushed your shoulder into his arm and shoved past him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nick inquired his voice low. As you looked back at him, his face was mixture of emotions.

“I’m having drinks with your sister, I told you this two days ago.” You could hear the annoyance in your voice and was sure he could too. He watched as you pulled on jeans and a tank top.

“So you’re seriously going? After what happened?” Nick stood behind you, hands on his hips.

Spinning around, you met his glare, “Nicholas. You are suffocating me. You have got to back off.” Nick had been protective before your kidnapping but now he was a whole other level.

He scoffed, “Suffocating? I’m just trying to protect you, keep you safe.”

“I can hardly turn around without you right there. It’s been six months, Nick. I’ve moved past it. You need to as well.” Breaking your stare from Nick, you brushed past him and left the bedroom.

Nick was hot on your heels going down the hall to the kitchen. Slipping on an oven mitt, you pulled the baked spaghtetti out, placing the hot dish on a trivet. “There’s salad in the fridge and a loaf of Italian bread on the counter. I’ll be home later.”

“I love you, Y/N”, Nick called out to you causing you to stop. You turned and walked back to him. “I love your too Nicky. I- I just need to breath, for one night.” You stretched up and placed a kiss to his cheek.

“Y/N!” Sonya wrapped you in a hug, which you returned. “I have missed you so much. I’ve missed our dates.”

“Me too”, settling into a booth, you gave Sonya a small smile. “So tell me about Marcus. Cesaria said, and I quote, ‘he’s dreamy’.”

Sonya laughed, “Well she isn’t wrong. I really like this guy, Y/N.”

“So when do we get to meet him?” Looking at Sonya, she blushed then shrugged her shoulders.

After a couple drinks, Sonya reached over the table, placing her hand over yours. “You know, NIck texted me earlier this aftrnoon. He asked me to cancel with you tonight.”

“He WHAT?!” You jerked your hand away and slugged back your drink. “He has really over stepped this time. He is going way overboard.”

“I get where he’s coming from. When that asshole kidnapped you, he was a mess. He’s naturally overprotective. Has been since I can remember. But when it comes to you, Owen and Elise, it’a like a religion.”

Studying Sonya, out let out a sigh. “Yeah. I know. It’s just I can’t turn around without him being right there. I appreciate his concern and understand why, but…”

“I did tell him he was being a bit extreme and no way was I going to cancel. He didn’t like my anwer so he called Mom. She basically told him the same thing. In his defense he means well and it’s coming from a good place.”

There was a few moments of silence. “Okay. This is supposed to be a fun evening. Tell me more about Marcus.” The blush returned to Sonya’s face as she started gushing about her new guy.

The only light on was in the kitchen when you pulled in front of the house. A shadow, presumably Nick’s passed by the wondow. You shut off the car and got out, making your way to the front door. Nick opened the door before you could put your key in the lock.

“Is your phone on, or are you ignoring me? I’ve been trying to call you.” Nick held the door open allowing you to enter. He gave you a concerned look.

“No. It died. Sorry.” You put your phone on the charger that was plugged in over the counter. You could feel Nick right behind you. Close, very close but not touching.

He brushed the hair from your neck. His breath was hot. Leaning in to you, he placed soft kisses behind your ear. “I missed you tonight, Y/N.” Nick rested his hands on your hips and started trailing kisses down your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your question biting. “I’m not really in the mood Nick.” Shrugging your shoulder into Nick’s face, causing him to move away from your neck.

Nick backed away, throwing his hands on the air, as you turned around. “What’s your problem?”

“Did you ask your sister to cancel on me today?” Eyeing Nick, you arched an eyebrow. His gaze moved from your face to his feet. “You are way out of line.”

“Y/N-”, Nick started.

“I’ve kept quiet about the tail that follows me everywhere.” Nick’s eyes widened. “Yeah I know about that.” You sighed heavily, and massaged your temples, then crossed your arms. "Everyone but you has moved past what happened. I get that you were scared and worried. I know you just want to protect me. But it was me that was kidnapped. Me that was almost raped. My head bounced off a concrete floor. My ribs were broken.” Your voice stayed even and cam, despite what you were feeling inside. “So, if I can move on, you should too.”

Nick stood in the living room where you left him dumbfounded, confused, and a little angry. He watched your form until it disappeared into the bedroom.

You jumped when the front door slammed shut. You heard Nick’s truck start, then pull away from the house. Picking up your cell, you dialed Nick’s number, only to hear his phone ring from the kitchen.

Listen. Do yourself a favor and go read @therandomfics Sonny fic. It is soooo good!! It has angst, fluff, smut….bed sharing…*in my best Stefon voice…*

Nick Amaro Masterlist

Nick Amaro x reader

Nick Amaro one shots

NSFW Headcanon A-Z

Make me

Theme park fun

I don’t want you to stop

Nick likes it rough *nsfw*

Commitment HC

S/O touching themselves

Nick Amaro storyline

Nick makes you dinner

Well I’m glad you think of me when you’re drunk

Nick cheers you up

Are you seriously going to leave without asking me,,

Engagement (Nick, Peter and Sonny)

Hands to yourself

Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?

What happened back there?

Nick and Frankie selfie

Nick and pregnant wife smut

Would you hold still

Owen Amaro

Changes

To me, you are beautiful

Motorcycle accident

I really need you

My weirdo

I might have had a few shots

idk i kinda need a fic where the reader is pregnant but mike’s not sure he wants to be a dad so they get into a fight

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t look any different. ‘What did you think you’d grow a tail or something’ you thought to yourself. Mike would be furious. You didn’t know if he even wanted kids. After only dating for a few months, there was still a lot you didn’t know about one another.

Steeling yourself, you went out to the kitchen to finish dinner. Mike was stopping after work and was going to stay the weekend at your place.

Mike’s bag thudded to the floor as he entered your apartment. “Hey babe”, you called your greeting from the kitchen.

“Hey”, he responded back. His voice was flat and he looked exhausted.

“Bad day?” You guessed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You could say that. Perp got off on a technicality. Our lab messed up.” Mike went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He hopped up on the counter. “Smells good.”

“Homemade chicken and noodle”, you informed him and turned back to the stock pot.

“Are you okay? You seem off.” Of course he noticed you weren’t acting yourself.

Sitting the ladle in the stove top, you turned to face Mike. “I need to tell you something.” He raised a questioning brow and took a sip from his beer. “I’m pregnant” you spit out.

Mike paused, bottle to lips. He slowly lowered the bottle and placed it on the counter before he hopped down. “You’re what? You’re pregnant? How, when, pregnant?!”

“I just found out this afternoon”, you said in a small voice. You could feel tears stinging the back of your eyes.

“How could you let this happen? You said you were on birth control. Was that a lie? Did you stop taking it?” Mike leaned over the counter, not looking at you.

“You think I did this on purpose? I sure as hell didn’t get pregnant by myself.” You raised your voice. You felt angry, hurt. He was putting all the blame on you, and accusing you of getting pregnant on purpose.

“I’m not ready to be a father. We’ve been together what six months? We hardly know one another” Mike yelled back.

“Well it’s a bit late for that. Not really much of choice at this point” you shot back at him.

Mike glared at you, “is it even mine?”

Your face fell and tears fell from your eyes where they had been welling. “Get out, Michael.”

Mike’s face softened a bit, “I’m sorry. I…that wasn’t right-”

“I said to leave.” You turned to walk away but paused and turned back to Micheal. “This wasn’t really in my plans either MIchael. I’m keeping the baby. You can be involved as much or as little as you choose.”

Mike’s head lifted to look at you, “I- I’m sorry-”

“Leave your key on the counter when you before you go.” This time when you turned to walk away, you didn’t look back.

I know you already did this but could you do another story about mike and the x reader fighting but this time their kids walk in?

//Angsty baby//

“So nice of you to come home, Michael”, you said sarcastically. “And before midnight.” You stood up from the couch when you heard Mike come in. He was silent, just stared at you eyes, half closed, leaning against the door. “How did you get home?”

“A friend”, he smirked.

You glared at him, “a ‘friend’ huh? What’s her name?”

Mike scoffed, “Give me a break, Y/N. I get shit from my dad, Liv, I sure as hell don’t need to hear it from my loving wife.“ Mike slurred his speech, and swayed a little.

“You give me a break, Michael. I’m basically a single parent. You haven’t been home before midnight for the last two weeks. And when you do come home, it’s like this” you gestured your hand up and down. The stench of bourbon made your stomach roll.

Mike raised his voice, “Life has been kinda shitty to me the last couple a years, in case you haven’t noticed. I was shot, twice. Then the baby…”

Your voice grew louder as you let out all your pent up anger. “Right and I was by your side the whole time. Tell me, where were you after the car accident and I lost the baby? You were on a vendetta to put the guy away. You became obsessed. I had no one…”

“Yeah. And that guy won’t devastate another family!“ Mike yelled.

Poking a finger into his chest, “Well your family paid the price, Michael!” You shouted back just as loud.

“Mama. Daddy. Whys you yelling? It scared me.” Isaac’s small voice startled you. Cora was trailing behind him. “Daddy! Oh I missed you Daddy.” Isaac ran to Mike’s arms followed by Cora.

“My man! Lil’ D!“ Mike knelt down to give Isaac and Cora a hug.

“Eww…daddy you smells funny”, Isaac said and crinkled his nose.

Tears sprung to your eyes. Crossing your arms over your chest, you spoke softly, “C’mon kiddos. Let’s get back to bed.”

“I want daddy to carry me”, Isaac insisted with a pouty lip.

You narrowed your eyes at Mike. “Daddy isn’t feeling very well. Mama will carry you. Maybe daddy can manage tucking you back in.” Mike glared at you, and you held his stare.

Mike followed you up the stairs as you carried Isaac and Cora. Mike was able to tuck the kids back in to bed, no doubt somewhat sobered up from your fight.

“That can’t happen again, Mike. The kids don’t need to hear or see us fighting", you told him once you were in your bedroom. Mike looked at you and nodded.

“Uber”, Mike said into the dark after the two of you went to bed. “That was the friend that brought me home. I insinuated…but I would never…I love you, Y/N”, you felt the bed shift as he rolled over.

i’m in the mood for some sad mikey angst – how about the reader having a miscarriage?

*Mention of miscarriage*

//timeframe is about 6months prior to Fine. Go.//

Mike was sitting beside you on the hospital bed, holding your hand when you fluttered open your eyes. “There’s those beautiful brown eyes.” Mike kissed your knuckles. His eyes were red and glassy from crying.

“Hi”, you croaked out and gave him a little smile. Grimicing you put your hand on your belly. You closed your eyes for a few seconds until the pain subsided. “Your forehead. You have stitiches.” Gingerly reaching up you brushed his cheek.

Flashes of the accident went through your mind. You remember Mike yelling your name, seeing the headlights, hearing screeching tires, crunching metal, flashing lights, people asking you so many questions.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He looked into your eyes, searching.

“Sorry? For what? You didn’t do anything wrong”, you struggled to keep the tears at bay.

Mike shook his head, “if we would’ve just stayed home, like you wanted…”

“Michael. This was not your fault.” you weakly squeezed his hand, still groggy from the anesthesia. “He blew through the light. He was drunk.“ Your voice was shaky as you tried to reassure your guilt ridden husband.

Shaking his head, “if I hadn’t had any wine, I would have been driving not you. The car would have hit my side, not yours.” His hand gently went to your belly. “Our baby…we’ll never get-“

You placed your hand on his, “I know, I know.”, you whispered, no longer able to keep it together your tears came unbidden. He climbed into bed with you and pulled you to his chest. “Its like a bad dream and I can’t wake up”, you confessed between sobs. Mike stroked your hair, feeling your tears wet the front of his shirt, his own falling down his cheeks onto the pillow.

Once he knew you were asleep, he slipped out of bed and went to the hall to make a few phone calls. He was given a lot of information while you were in surgery. He checked his watch, 2AM. Daniel Thompson would be in the darkest cell in Sing Sing by sunrise. He would make sure of it- personally if need be. Pulling his phone from his pocket he made the first phone call.

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