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.
[From: Mike 6:32AM] made me think of our Saturdays. I miss it, but I miss you more. ❤
//Thanks babe!//
“Hi Michael. I’m Y/N and I’ll be your phys- uh physical therapist.” He was tall, muscular and handsome as hell. Just the type of juicehead you always fall for.
He offered his hand out to shake, “nice to meet you.” He grinned and you thought you’d melt right on the spot. “Call me Mike.” Talk about lust at first sight.
Looking over his chart you saw the cause of injury, “GSW, left shoulder.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Okay. Follow me. We’ll start with some range of motion, then we’ll do some light strength exercises.” You directed him to a chair.
“You’re the boss”, he replied. He slipped off his jacket to reveal a tight T-shirt underneath, which you couldn’t help but appreciate.
The two of you chatted while you went through his therapy. At the end, you instructed him on exercises and stretches he could do at home before his next appointment.
“Thanks Y/N.“ He stood there for a few somewhat awkward seconds. He opened his mouth a couple times but didn’t say anything.
“Okay, so I need to go. Uh, my next patient is here.” You rocked on your heels.
“No, Uh, wait.” He blew out a lungful of air and scratched the back of his head. “I’d like to take you out for coffee this evening. I know it’s a little forward but…”
//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.
‘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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