5sos Imagines

Rosie - Part Two

"Uncle Mikey is on his way," You tell Rosie who was painting on the floor, she looks at you and smiles widely.

"He is?"

"Yeah, and he has a surprise for you!" You smile, she claps her hands but frowns when she sees she's mixed the red and blue together on her hand.

"Purple." You tell her.

"I like it."

"It's a good colour," I smile.

"Can I paint my room purple?"

"You don't want pink anymore?"

"No, purple." She demands, I sigh and ruffle her hair.

"We'll do it soon, okay?"

"Okay." She smiles going back to paint, I relax back into the couch before I hear the door go.

"UNCLE MIKEY!" Rosie screams jumping up and running towards the door.

"WATCH YOUR HANDS!" You shout running after her, she grabs the door handle and pulls it down leaving purple paint all of it.

"Rosie!" You sigh taking her hands away from the door.

"Everything okay?" Michael asks.

"She was painting and now my door handle is covered in purple paint." You sigh.

"Sorry mummy."

"It's fine, let's get you washed up." You say picking her up.

"I want Uncle Mikey to!" She shouts, Michael smirks at you as he walks into the house shutting the door behind him.

"Well maybe Uncle Mikey doesn't want to."

"I don't mind, give her here." He smiles taking her from you, "I'll clean the door too so why don't you just make us tea."

"Make us tea?" I ask raising my eyebrows at him.

"Milk, 3 sugars."

"I know." You say shaking your head and walking towards the kitchen.

"I painted a picture of you." Rosie says as he carries her up the stairs.

"Did you? Why thank you."

"I made your hair extra blue."

"I can't wait to see it." He says, you smile as you hear them upstairs laughing and giggling.

"Rosie, be careful with the soap!" You hear Michael laugh.

You laugh and shake your head as you sit on a kitchen stool and wait for them. A couple of minutes later Rosie comes running down the stairs and Michael follows behind.

"I'll clean the door handle now." He smiles.

"No leave it, it adds character." I laugh as Rosie runs around the kitchen island. Michael watches her with a smile on his face.

"So, cookies?" You ask, he runs to get them from the hallway and hands the biggest one to Rosie who runs out of the room and back into the living room to watch TV.

"Here you are madam," Michael says handing you one, you take it gladly and bite into it before Michael snaps a piece off for himself.

"Hey! Get your own!" You shout nudging him, he laughs and shakes his head.

"Can I ask you a question." He says.

"Go for it."

"Who is Rosie's dad?"

"Not this again Michael."

"I just want to know, I want to punch him for leaving you alone."

"Just leave it Michael." You say standing up agitated, you pour your tea down the sink and throw him the rest of the cookie.

"I have something to tell you." Michael says.

"What?" You ask.

"I ran into Elizabeth the other day."

"You did?"

"Yeah, she didn't know you were pregnant either." He says, you roll your eyes.

"That's because I didn't tell her, now get to the point."

"Well, we went out for coffee and we agreed to start seeing each other again." He smiles, you stare at him and collapse onto the stool in front of him.

"That's great." You lie.

"Yeah, hey I told the boys and they want to see you."

"The boys?"

"Yeah, Luke, Cal and Ash."

"Why do they want to see me?"

"Because they miss you, to be honest some were more excited about seeing you than others." He sighs.

"Who wasn't excited?"

"It doesn't matter, listen I've got to get going cause' I've got a date with Elizabeth."

"Oh okay, well thank you for coming." You smile, "Rosie! Uncle Michael is leaving!"

"What?! No! You just got here." She cries.

"Uncle Michael has to go see someone."

"Aww, okay." She sighs.

"I'll see you soon though Rosie."

"Okay."

"I promise." He says crouching down to get closer to her, he smiles but it fades a little.

"Her eyes, they look familiar." He says looking at me.

"They're mine." You say.

"No they're not, they're someone else's." He says looking at Rosie longer, Rosie pokes his nose and runs away.

"I've gotta go." Michael says frowning as he walks towards the door.

"I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, bye." He says walking away, he stops to look at me before shaking his head and getting into his car.

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