To Seek Answers (Mike Schmidt X Reader: Book 2)

Own It

"Aughhhh," you grumbled in pain. Mike sent you a worried look as you stretched your leg out painfully. Your shift was over and so you were at Mike's apartment helping him clean up for dinner. Unfortunately, your leg decided tonight was a great time to play up!

"Are you sure there isn't anything I can get you?" Mike questioned worriedly, "You know I can just call them and tell them not to come tonight. We can always have dinner some other time.

"No, no, no," you shook your head frantically, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you did that, plus I don't want to ruin it for you. It's fine really."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Mike bit his lip in thought before letting out a quiet sigh, "Ok fine, but only because I don't want you to feel guilty." You sent him a thankful look before sprawling out on the couch with a grunt. You closed your eyes for a moment before a loud noise forced you into a sitting position.

"Crap!" you heard Mike growl from the kitchen. Lifting your head you couldn't see the man anywhere, and slight worry entered your mind.

"Mike?" you called out cautiously, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" he called back, though you still couldn't see him when you gazed at his small kitchen.

"Are you... Behind the island?"

"Uhhh." A head popped up to confirm your thoughts and you raised your brow at the man.

"Mike," you deadpanned, "What are you doing?"

"Umm."

"Mike."

"Ok fine, I may or may not have dropped the dish containing dinner on the ground."

You stared at the man with a blank expression as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He could be hopeless sometimes. With a sigh, you rose to your feet and began to painfully limp towards the small kitchen. "Hey! What are you doing? Sit back down I can deal with it."

"No, you can't."

You ignored your boyfriend's pleas and were soon crouching down at his side, looking at the mess of porcelain and lasagna. "I feel really bad."

Mike's eyebrows raised as he turned to face you with a shocked expression. "Really? I didn-"

"For the lasagna."

"Oh haha, kick a man well he's down why don't ya."

"It's why you love me."

Mike rolled his eyes playfully before attempting to clean the mess. "I have no idea what I'm going to do for dinner now," he groaned, "I don't have enough time to prepare anything else." You hummed in thought before rising to your feet and beginning to hunt through all Mike's cupboards.

"Uh-huh," you clicked your tongue in victory as you pulled a thing of mince out the freezer and a bag of Doritos from the cupboard.

"What are you doing?" Mike queried as he tipped the Lasagna remains into the bin.

"Do you have any chilli beans and diced tomatoes?"

"Uh, I have a can of chilli beans. No diced tomatoes though sorry."

"Hm, that's fine. We can do our own."

You soon located the chilli beans and plonked them down next to the rest of your ingredients before grabbing a container of tomatoes. "You," you ordered whilst pointing to Mike, "Dice the tomatoes." He looked at you confused but pulled a knife from the knife block and began to do as you said. A bit more searching and you found an electric frying pan which you quickly plugged in.