Tag: isaac

Again…

Two months after… THIS

“I have to admit. Matt is different.” Mike watched as Matt played with Isaac and Cora. Beckett was asleep in the bouncy seat beside him.

It was a hard sell at first, but Mike agreed to let Matt stay until he could get on his feet. Matt had proven himself. He was off drugs, went to NA, got a job in a coffee shop, and spent whatever free time he had with Beckett.

“He’s doing really well,” you mused then sipped your coffee. “Plus. It’s fun being an aunt. I love watching Beckett while Matt is at work. Cora is pretty smitten too.”

“You’re an amazing woman, Y/N. Such a big heart, always forgiving, and giving people second chances." 

“You are one lucky man, Michael Dodds,” you bumped your hip into his with a smirk. 

“Don’t you think I know that?” He responded with a chuckle and slid an arm around your waist.

A tug of your sleeve and Isaac’s gentle voice woke you from a deep sleep. “Mama. Beckett is crying.”

“Hmmm…? Uncle Matt will get him, baby.” 

Isaac climbed into bed. “Mama. He been crying a long time.”

“Everything okay?” Mike turned mumbled as he turned over. Isaac snuggled into Mike’s arms. He kidded Isaac’s head.

“Yeah. Go back to sleep babe.” 

As you trudged down the hall, Beckett’s cries became more hysteric. “How the hell is he sleeping through that.” You knocked on the door and entered when Matt didn’t answer. “Hey. Shhh. Come here, buddy. Shhh.” He started settling soon after being picked up. “Where Daddy? Hmmm?” That’s when the note caught your eye. “Son of a-”

“Michael. Wake up. We have a problem.” Beckett was finally content after you made him a bottle. 

“What’s wrong? Is it the kids?” Mike sat up fully awake. 

“See for yourself.” You shoved the letter in his face. Mike reached for his glasses on his bedside stand. His brow furrowed as he read it. “Damn it. I knew it. I told you.” Mike raised his voice.

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.