✨80s/90s imagines✨

Don't You Ever Leave Me// Michael Monroe

Hiya
I know I haven't done anything for this book I'm forever
I've been working on multiple over the last few months
So you might find a few comes at once Anyway...

Michael has honestly been really edgy and touchy these last few days. I've been wondering what might be going on and I have no clue. I've tried cheering him up by coming home early and coming into the studio to surprise him and the boys, but nothing. I'm honestly starting to feel really scared and anxious. But I try to keep a happy spirit for him.

I was sat at home reading a magazine, waiting for my boyfriend, Michael to come home. As I flipped through the pages I thought of things that might be wrong once more. I huffed and put down the magazine. I heard the front door open as a awkward Michael stepped in. I picked up from my serious mood.

"Hi, Michael! How's the boys?" I smiled, trying to pick up the mood. He jumped and shut the door behind him. He came over to me and sat down.

"Fine. Fine." He breathed and started fiddling with his fingers and rubbed his shoulders. This feeling of dread took over my whole body. Tears began to com up into my eyes, making my eyes glisten. I wanted him to get this awful thing off his chest, so I turned to him and looked him in the eye.

"Michael. What's wrong? This is really eating at me and I wanna know what's wrong. If you have another girl, just tell me. If you have another guy, just tell me." I sniffled as my breathes began to shake. He let go of playing with his hair and turned to me, holding my hands firmly.

"Well, uh, Millie. You see, I don't want you to worry for me that might not even concern you." He looked at me like that helped me, and wiped the tears from my eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him and pushed his hands off of me. I stood up.

"Michael, what the fuck do you mean?! Michael I honestly think that you really don't know what this is doing to me. This is eating me. This is really killing me. Just tell me what's wrong! God!" I collapsed on the chair across from him with my head in my hands in distress.

He sat there with his mouth wide open in amazement because being angry isn't exactly one of my hobbies. He looked at me before coming over and kneeling in-front of me.

"Look, Millie, I really didn't want to bother you with this but it looks like you really wanna know-"

"No shit." I harshly remarked as I rested my hands on my chin. He breathed and continued with what he was going to say.

"I-I, w-well, I wanted to break this to you gently because..." He looked at me with a sincere look before I started to get really annoyed by his long, dramatic pause. I was about to say something before he came out with something I will no matter what happens will ever forget.

"I think we should try for a baby." He gulped as I made this unbelievable, stupidly audible noise that I didn't know I could make.

"Hmmfne!" I mumbled as my mouth took over my face by hanging open. He chuckled lightly before he knew what I was about to say.

"I know, I know, but I really am serious, Millie. I love you and I wanna have a child with you. I know that I probably won't be the best father ever, and no mistake. But at least I know that I'll spoil you, I'll please you, but especially I'll love you with all my heart." He smiled and kissed my lips lightly.

My heart melted at his speech.

His lips lost contact of mine as my eyes let out an array of small tear falling down my cheeks. But my joyous and happy state soon faded at the thought of my mum not wanting me to get pregnant before I ever get married.

"What is it, love? Have I said too much? Oh god, I'm so sorry! I understand if you need more time-"

"Michael! Shh! It's not you. It's my ma, she won't let me even set foot around a man without getting married, let alone try for a baby." I chuckled as he blushed frantically. He reached into his back pocket. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Um, Millie? I honestly wanted to save it so it's a surprise but obviously not," He chuckled. "So, I will love you forever if you will do me the honour of becoming my ever fragrant bride?" He got down on one knee and opened the velvet box to see a gold ring with a big diamond encrusted into the middle. It glimmered in the sunlight. I covered my mouth. I nodded uncontrollably.

"Come on, love. Use your words for me." He whispered as I slowly uncovered my mouth, shaking like crazy.

"Y-yes! Yes! Yes!" I squealed loudly as I hugged him tightly and possibly never letting him go. He smiled and held me closer. We let go of each other for a few seconds as he slid the ring on my finger. This only made me squeal more loudly.

"Don't you ever leave me, baby." He whispered as he picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me off to the bedroom.

"That'll make a good song, babe. Very catchy!" I laughed as he shut the door behind himself with his foot.

We had a very happy honeymoon, to say the least. And not long after, we had another love in and of our lives.