~Y/N's POV~
"Babe. Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you I smile." Michael says hugging you from behind as you were making breakfast. You let out a small giggle as you continue making pancakes for both of you. "For a moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Now I see that I am very much alive, and heaven has been brought to me." You smiled a bit and continued working. He gripped you tighter and said, "I was feeling a little off today, but you-" you turned around and cut him off saying, "Is this an apology for ruining my favourite t-shirt?" you ask. "No." he says. You slightly raise your eyebrows. "Maybe." he says again. You bite your bottom lip becuase you know he can't stand it. "OK, fine." he says dropping his head. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't of put bleach in the wash with your t-shirt." he said. You let out a little 'hmph' and surn back to the sizzling bacon on the pan. All you hear is silence. You turn your head to look behind you. To your surprise, you see Michael with a pouty face. "I don't get an 'I forgive you?'" he asks. You put the spatula that you were holding down on the counter and walk up to him. You put your arms on his shoulders and say, "Of course I forgive you." and quickly kisss him on the lips. "Now. Could you please get a blanket out and turn on the t.v so we could watch a movie and cuddle after we eat?" "Of course." he replies and kisses you on your head and leaves you to finish cooking.
~A/N: Hey, Lovlies! It's Ara here and I will be writing Michael Imagines here! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Requests are open! Love ya'll! xxx :3
