DAYDREAM BELIEVER {Mike Nesmith}

As We Go Along: Epilogue pt 2

A/N: Happy epilogue coming your way!
Sincerely, Me.
P.S. this is rly long so be ready for that.

Dahlia

In the year following Michael and I's marriage, Micky and his high school sweetheart girlfriend Mary had had a shotgun wedding and eloped. Mary had gotten pregnant in the first month of their marriage, and Micky was the happiest I'd ever seen him.

Peter had gotten serious with a young lady named Magdalena and I knew he was thinking about proposing in the very near future. Davy and Valleri had gotten their second dog after Davy proposed, just two weeks after Mike and I had gotten married. (they decided to wait a long time before having any kids) and were just thriving.

We had decided that we wanted kids, so Mike and I had decided not use anything that would hinder that and just let it happen if it was meant to. It hadn't happened yet, but I hoped everyday that I would have the symptoms and find out that I was expecting a baby.

One morning, almost exactly a year after Mike and I had met, I felt the first wave of morning sickness. I had been in the middle of making coffee when the scent of it turned my stomach over. I hadn't thrown up, but I had been nauseous the remainder of the day. Mike had been extremely concerned but didn't understand what it could mean. I decided not to enlighten him, just in case.

That afternoon, while he was at the studio with the other three, I took a trip to the doctors.

When the nurse came in and said the words, "-definitely pregnant!" I didn't believe her. She had laughed and said that was normal. After three more assurances, I was absolutely thrilled. Parents, I thought on the drive home. We're going to be parents!

Mike

"Dahl, I'm home! Micky sends his regrets about missing dinner. He said he was staying home with Mary. Apparently she's got morning sickness something awful. I didn't even know you could have morning sickness this far along. Dahl?"

I walked into the kitchen, putting my briefcase and hat on the chair. I looked around for my wife, hoping she wasn't about to surprise attack me. I had accidentally punched her in the face when she'd done that in the past, and I had felt awful for months.

"Dahlia?"

I walked into our bedroom and peaked into the bathroom. No sign of her. I began to grow concerned until I heard a crash from the garage.

When I entered, I saw Dahlia hurriedly cleaning up the shards of what looked like a shattered jam jar.

"There you are, I was wor-"

Before I could finish my sentence, she jumped on me and started peppering me with kisses.

"What-" a kiss on the lips. "Are you doing?"

She paused and pouted at me.

"Oh what, I'm not allowed to kiss you?"

I squinted at her.

"What did you do?"

She smiled broadly at me.

"Actually, it's more like what did we do."

I tilted my head, confused. She laughed at me, pressing her lips against my nose. "What do you think I mean?"

I squinted again in thought. What had we done recently?

"Um, make cookies?"

She shook her head.

"Have a pumpkin carving contest?"