Can we some Fine Go makeup smut? This was such a good series.

I loved Fine Go. Can you tell us about the makeup sex?

//Thank you so much! I really enjoy writing for Mike.//

It had been a week since you and the kids moved back home. While you and Mike had fooled around, you hadn’t actually had sex. The timing was always off. Isaac had a bed dream, Cora had an ear infection, your mom called, you name it, it happened.

“They’re both asleep”, Mike said to you as you folded laundry. It had been a long night of puking kids, and no sleep. All you wanted was a shower and a nap. Mike came up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist. ‘‘How about”, he kissed your neck, “we take a shower.”

Whipping around you grabbed his arm, “God yes.” MIke laughed as you pulled him to the bathroom. There was a frenzy of you pulling off Mike’s clothes, him yanking your T-shirt over your head.

Mike turned the shower on and the two of you jumped in, the cold water hit your skin like ice. “Ahhh, my gosh that’s cold!”, Mike exclaimed. The two of you laughed. Mike’s gaze turned smoldering before the water turned warm.

He pushed you against the back wall of the shower, lips crashing into yours. “I. Have. Missed. You. So. Much.” He said between kisses to your neck, jaw and lips. One of his large hands pinned both of yours over your head while the other cupped your breast.

“Mike. Please”, you begged.

Slipping his hand down your body, he slid his fingers through your folds and you gasped. It had been so long since he had touched you and you craved more. Breaking your hands free from Mike’s grasp and clutched his back.

Mike’s hands gripped you thighs and picked you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. You dipped your head to kiss him but he pulled back. You gave him questioning look. “Are you sure this is how you want, I mean I thought..”

“Oh shut up Mike and fuck me.” He flashed his dazzling smile and this time when you tried to kiss him, he returned your kiss with gusto.

His hands squeezed your thighs and he lined up with your entrance. He slowly slid into you , both of you letting out a low moan. “Oh God” he said between clenched teeth. After pausing, he started plunging into you. He helped you move up and down on his cock.

The two of you continued to kiss each others lips, necks, whatever body part your lips could make contact with as Mike thrust into you over and over.. This is what you. The lust. The passion. The wanting. “Mike. God-I’m” you said breathlessly.

“Babydoll. I’m not going to last long”, his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs. His thrusts became stuttered. “Sh-I..”

“Michael! Michael!” Your screams echoed off the walls of the shower. You exploded around Mike. He was right behind you. One last thrust, with a growl Mike emptied himself into you.

He gently pulled out and sat you on your feet. Trying to catch your breath you laid your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and hugged you close, “ I love you so much.
“I love you too, Michael.” Your hands stayed wrapped around his waist. “We really need a shower now”, you remarked.

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[To: Mike 9:17AM] Isaac and I miss you already ❤

[From: Mike 9:25AM] God he is just so perfect. Crazy to think we made him!

[To: Mike 9:27AM] He really is perfect. I’m dreading going back to work 😫

[From: Mike 9:30AM] Then don’t.

[To: Mike 9:31AM] Really? I mean we’ll be okay if I don’t work.

[From: Mike 9:33AM] We’ll be fine. It will be good for him, for all of us. We can talk about it more this evening. I love you both so much ❤

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.

Can Mike and Reader (pre or post kids) get a rescue dog?

“Mikey, I’d like to talk to you about something”, you said sweetly. The sweet aroma of French toast filled the apartment. You sat the platter on the table along with bacon and orange juice.

Mike raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re calling me Mikey and made my favorite breakfast. How bad is it?”

“Nothing bad. I was thinking about adopting a dog from the shelter”, you explained. “Just a small one. I was looking online and there are so many that need good homes. They’re already spayed or neutered. Plus since they’re not puppies, no potty training or chewing.”

Mike studied you over his mug of coffee. “We’ll go check the shelter out, get more info. Not promising anything.”

Yips and barks greeted you when you opened the front door of the shelter. One of the volunteers escorted you through to the kennel. She asked about work schedules, apartment size, etc and you filled her in. “This is Denny. He is a surrender. His previous owner recently passed away.”

Looking into Denny’s eyes you could see his sadness, which caused your eyes to well up. Turning your gaze to Mike, “That is so sad, babe. Just look at him.” Mike shifted his eyes from you to Denny. His face softened.

The volunteer took Denny out of his cage. He was timid at first. His tail barely wagging. You held your hand out for him to sniff. His demeanor changed. He was jumping up, licking your face, and his tail wagging a hundred miles an hour. “He’s not responded to anyone like that before”, the volunteer informed you.

Mike knelt down and got the same greeting from Denny as you. He laughed, “I guess he picked us.”

i think it would be a fun story to see mike and the reader both getting the stomach flu and trying to take care of each other!

As you splashed water on your face, you heard loud, heavy footsteps coming down the hall fast. The bathroom door swung open and Mike made a lunge for the toilet, depositing what you guessed was his lunch.

Rewetting the washcloth with cold water, you wrung it out and place it on Mike’s clammy neck. “I feel your pain babe”, you remarked. When Mike looked up at you, he gave you the most pathetic look you had ever seen.

“I think I’m dying.” Mike straightened and went to the sink. He splashed his face with cool water and rinsed his mouth. “I have vomited countless times, the things that are coming out of me…” he shivered.

“Yeah. Mine started this morning. At this point I’m just dry heaving.” You leaned against the counter. “So you have that to look forward to.”

“Oh no, not again.” Mike turned and vomited again.

The sound made your stomach churn. You cupped your hand over your mouth and ran to the guest bath. You were hugging the toilet after another round of dry heaves racked your body. Now, it was Mike pressing the cool washcloth to your neck. He took your hand to help you up and to the bedroom.

“God I’m having flashbacks of college”, you mumbled into your pillow. “How did I not die back then?”

Mike chuckled a little, “I think it had something to do with being 21 and bulletproof.” He place his hand on your belly under your shirt. “You are burning up, baby.”

“Yeah. So are you.” Sighing you said, “okay. You get the ibuprofen. I’ll get us some water. Meet back here in 5.”

Mike was shuffling out of the bathroom when you came back. “It happend again. Where is it coming from?” He was pale and clammy. “You don’t look so good”, he took the words right out of your mouth.

“Same to you champ”, you passed him a water and took the ibuprofen his offered. “Just sip.” He nodded as the two of your climbed back into bed.

“God. So hot.” You kicked the blanket off, your T-shirt drenched in sweat. Pushing Mike’s sweaty leg and arm of you was a struggle but you managed. Mike’s fever had broke as well.

Mike stirred beside you. “What time is it?”, he grumbled, still not opening his eyes.

Glancing at he clock on your bedside stand, “It’s 7. I’m getting in the shower.”

“Wait 7AM or 7PM?” he inquired.

“PM. We slept for three hours. I think I feel marginally better. How about you?” You pushed yourself up to sit on the side of the bed.

“Maybe after a shower I’ll feel better. I’ll join you.” He slowly sat up. “I feel weak as a kitten.”

You giggled at the comparison. Rounding the bed you tugged his hand, “you wash my hair, I’ll wash yours.”

“I can’t tonight babe-” he started.

“Mike, I mean just a shower, not a “shower’. Then we’ll hit the couch, nibble on some saltines, sip on some 7-UP and watch trash TV.” You pushed his hair from his forehead.

He nodded, “that I can do. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Of course. You took good care of me too. Next time let’s not be sick at the same time.”

“Deal.”, MIke agreed.

i desperately need fic where mike is the bored husband sitting on the couch outside of the fitting room in a store lol

Mike glanced at his watch. “How does it take 20 minutes to try on bras.” Looking around he was surrounded by lace thongs and push up bras. He raised his eyebrows when he looked at one of the price tags attached to a pair of underwear that was nothing more than a strip of cloth. Mike shook his head, “I’m glad I’m not a woman.”

Mike sat back down on the very pink, striped couch. He drummed his fingers on his knee, puffed his cheeks out and letting the air escape. Pulling his phone from his jeans pocket, he opened Angry Birds and started plyaing a game. “Yes!” Mike exclaimed as he took out all the pigs.

Getting bored rather quickly, he walked to the fitting rooms. “Y/N?” He called out your name, “You almost done? I’m getting a little bored out here. Which room are you in?”

“Mike? You’re still out there? I figured you would be at the food court. Room 3”, you answered back.

Mike cautiously made his way to your fitting room, “actually that’s why I came in here. Want anything?”

“A lemonade would be great babe. Thanks”, you responded.

When you came out of the fitting room a few minutes later you spotted Mike. He was looking at one of the mannequins sipping on your lemonade. A smile crossed his lips. He grabbed pantied and stuffed them in the cups of the mannequins bra cup. Stiffling a laugh, you snuck up behind him. “Can I help you with soemthing, sir?” You inquired.

Mike froze for a second before he realized it was you. He spun around a slight blush to his cheeks. He handed you your lemonade and grinned. “Sorry, I can’t be left unattended” shrugging his shoulders.

You took a sip, “c’mon. I’ll pay then we can go anywhere you want. I’ll even listen you debate which protein powder is best with that bratty kid at the health food store”, you offered.

Mike examined the items on your hand. He placed his fingers thoughtfully on his chin. “I have an idea. Let’s go home and you model all of this for me. Then you can make me a sandwich.”

Laughing, you smacked his butt, “I’ll do you one better. I’ll make you a sandwich in said lingerie, if you make me breakfast tomorrow morning, in the buff.”

“Deal” he responded a split second later. “”Best negotionation ever.”

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// I am totally blaming (in the best way possible) @svucarisiaddict because this is something that I was not planning on writing but I saw the gif from this post and well…enjoy!//

Mike got home, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter as he pulls his jacket off of his shoulders before he walks to the bedroom. You walk out, meeting him half way, already seeing how upset he is. You bite your lip before you step close to him. You can feel his annoyance seeping through his veins.

“What’s wrong Mike?” You question gently as you run your hands up and down his chest, hoping that you are helping him some what.

Mike took a deep breath, tilting your chin upwards, “It was a long day,” He answered before giving you a chaste kiss.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Your fingers graze over his belt buckle suggestively. Before you can even react, you feel him guiding your body backwards as his hands cup your sides, just under your breasts.

You hear yourself gasp as your back is pressed into the wall, but his lips cover yours as he swallows your moans. You feel one of his hands reaching down, cupping your ass.

Mike breaks the kiss, biting down your neck gently, “Oh god! Mike!” You groan before he pulls your hips to his. He sighs softly.

“I need you Y/N,” He purred huskily into your ear as his hands finds his way up your shirt.

You groan loudly as you feel him nip at your neck, “Fuck,” you hiss out as you feel his growing erection, “Bedroom! Now!”

You gasp as he picks you up, biting your shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom. You knew when he came home brooding, he either wanted to just hold you or have sex. You were happy that it was the latter tonight.

“I missed you all day,” He admitted as he kissed you deeper, laying you out on the bed.

You kissed him hard, spreading your fingers across his cheek before you feel his weight pressing you into the mattress. You groan into his mouth as you feel his hands pin your hips against the mattress even more.

Mike sighs as he feels your body arch to his. Mike grips your hips harder, as you run your hands down his back, feeling his arousal grow even more. He couldn’t believe how much he just needed you. He feels the way your legs move up his body and your hands on his face.

You groan as you feel his hands wrap around your wrists pinning your arms to the bed. You can’t believe how turned on you are. Everything is so carnal and this makes you want to devour him even more. You pull your legs up, locking your feet behind his hips, grinding your body against his.

“I am going to make you scream so loud that you won’t be able to talk tomorrow,” He purred huskily into your ear.

Oh holy hannah that is hot!

@infiniteoddball I’ll post more gifs ic this is the result!

Fine. Go. ‘Fin’.

This is a long one.

“Hey. We’re landing.” Mike gently stoked your arm. He reached over you and fastened your belt.

“M’kay”, you mumbled. Your head was resting on his shoulder. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” Sitting upright you glanced at Mike. He looked as exhausted as you felt. “What time is it?”

“It’s okay, you falling asleep on me.” Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat. He fiddled with his wedding ring. “It’s late, almost 11.”

“Is it okay if I stay at the house tonight? I dont want to wake anyone at your dad’s.” Anne and William had flown with the kids to and from Ohio for your dads funeral.

“Y/N it’s your home. You dont have to ask to stay there.” Hearing the hurt in his voice made you flinch. Mike made himself busy straightening his shirt and adjusting his watch.

Once the plane landed, Mike grabbed your carry-ons, thankfully you didn’t have to wait on checked luggage. He took your hand as you made your way through the airport. “Dad brought the car over earlier.”

Mike opened your car door, then put the bags in the trunk. “I might have to go in for a little bit tomorrow”, Mike informed you.

“Sure. I get it. You’ve been out a week” you said timidly. “Hard to see the stars tonight.” Resting your head in your hand you continued looking through the window.

Mike dropped the bags in the foyer and toed off his shoes. There was an awkward silence as the two of you stood just looking at one another. He let out a breath, “Join me for a nightcap?” Nodding, you followed him to the kitchen.

Mike pulled two glasses from the cabinet and dropped a couple cubes of ice into each. After he splashed in some bourbon, he slid one over to you. Sitting in silence for a few minutes, you relished the burn as the bourbon slid down your throat.

“Thanks for everything you have done the last week.” You gave Mike a small smile. He had got the last two seats on a late night flight to get you back to Ohio to say good bye to your dad, picked family up from the airport, helped you and your mom plan the service, served as pallbearer. He was your rock, his hand only letting go of yours when necessary,

“Did you realize the date?” You swirled the melting ice in your glass, afraid to meet his eyes. Instinctively, your hand went to your belly.

“Yeah, yeah. Your due date, how can I forget?.” Mike said barely a whisper. “Strange how a date on a calendar can change your whole life.” Reaching across the bar, he placed his hand over yours.

Tears pricked the back of your eyes. “Why did we never really talk about it after we left the hospital? Why did both of us try to pretend it never happened?”

“That was one of the worst days of my life. I was lost. I buried it so deep because I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I wanted to talk to you, but I thought ‘what if this is the one minute she isn’t thinking about it and I reopen that wound’. So I just pushed it down deeper, pushed you away so I wouldn’t hurt you, which is just ridiculous.” Mike almost looked relieved after his confession. HIs eyes were still so full of pain and guilt.

“Wow, Mike. I had no idea. I thought maybe the problem was me. I wasn’t getting over it. You have no idea how many times I’d wait for you to get home so I could talk to you. Then stop myself beacause I didn’t want to burden you with more problems. I could feel us slipping apart but I was so tired, depressed and numb that I stopped trying, or caring. It was like one day I woke up and saw how bad things were but I thought they were too far gone to fix.” You buried your face in your hands.

Mike came around the counter, “Hey. C’mere.” He spun you around on the stool, facing him. Pulling you from the stool, he cocooned you in his arms. “God, I am so sorry Y/N. I am. There are so many things I wish I could go back and change.” He rocked you gently side to side as you held on to the back of his shirt like your life depended on it, and at that moment, you felt like it did.

“You still feel guilty about that night, don’t you?” Looking up into his face you already had your answer.

“Some days I do, others I don’t. Deep down I know it isn’t my fault but there all these ‘what if’s’ that go through my mind.” He let out a breath.

“Yeah, I do the same.” You paused for a second, “I’m sorry I left.” The tears that had threatened were now spilling down your cheeks.

Mike gently wiped the tears away with his finger. “Don’t be sorry. I think it was the best thing to do. It sure as hell opened my eyes. And after some of the things I said that night, I don’t blame you for leaving. I was hurting and I wanted you to hurt as bad as I was. I have never wished I had never married you. I don’t-”

Raising up on tip toe you planted a passionate kiss on Mike’s soft, wet lips. Me let out a little groan and pulled you closer to him as you snaked your arms around his neck. God you had missed this mans touch. You broke away first. Both of you breathing hard. “Whoa”, you breathed out.

“Ditto”, Mike replied and smiled at you. “I, uh, I” he scratched the back of his head. His trademark nervous habit. “I was hoping you’d sleep with me tonight. I just want to hold you. Well I’d like to do more than that but..”

You giggled, “I understand. I’ve missed your arms around me at night and snuggling up to your back. So tonight, let’s just hold one another.”

3 months later

“Michael William Dodds don’t you dare!”, you squealed as he picked you up. Mike was about to toss you into the pool at the resort.

“I never turn down a dare!” He chuckled. You had just enough time to hold your breath before your hot body plunge into the cold water. When you surfaced, Mike was laughing. You swam over to the side of the pool and climbed out, giving him a dirty look as you did. “Ahh, come on. Don’t be mad, babe”

You smirked at him as you approached him. Putting your arms around his waist you said, “I don’t get mad, I get even.” You pulled him into the pool with you. When the two of you surfaced, MIke grabbed you and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“I love you so incredibly much Y/N. Thank you for taking another chance with me.” He softly kissed your wet lips.

“I love you too, Champ. Ready to go back to our room?” you waggled your eyebrows.

“Like you have to ask.” Mike scoffed.

Grinning at your husband you sighed. The last couple of years had been hard, with the last few months being the worst. You and Mike had come a long way with the help of counseling, both as a couple and individuals, lots of support from our families. One of the things you and Mike do every night, no matter how late or how tired is talk. About big things, little things, good news and bad. There was still work for the two of you but the future looked much brighter.

okay wait, can we talk some more about the fact that the reader was 7 mos pregnant on hers and mike’s wedding day? i doubt the chief was happy about that – doesn’t fit the image he wanted i’m sure! what did her family think? ugh i just wanna talk mike dodds all day hah

//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.

Can i request something mostly fluff with a splash of angst where every Sunday you try to have a proper home-cooked meal with Mike but he keeps having to work and misses the meal when you’ve cooked and you keep arguing but then the one week he is free he gets home and you’re not there cause you couldn’t be arsed cooking for no one again so you’re out at a movie or something with a friend. So he decides to try and cook but it goes really wrong. Thank you xx

‘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.”

*This is a long one.*

“Hey. We’re landing.” Mike gently stoked your arm. He reached over you and fastened your belt.

This is a long one.