blondie [muke af]

twenty six

twenty six

Michael couldn't believe there was his child growing underneath a layer of skin. He ran his left hand up and down the still flat stomach of Luke. 

The blonde was asleep peacefully, his head laying on Mike's right arm. Snores were leaving his open mouth signaling that he was in a deep sleep. 

Mike has been running his hand up and down that skin for hours and hours with eyes of fascination. Sure, the child growing underneath the skin was the size of his pinky nail — maybe smaller. But, one day it would be the size of him — maybe bigger!

He remembers when his mother announced she was pregnant with Cyril, he thought it was gross and he was annoyed. Michael remembers the smile on his father's face every time his mother would mention anything about the baby. Sometimes, the original powerhouse Clifford would look over at his wife and smile at the bump hanging off her torso. 

He often wondered if his parents were like that when they were pregnant with him. They were young, still in their first semester of college, when he was born. 

The memories of living with them while at NYU were very vague. Only a few flashes of the small apartment those four years remained in his brain. By the time he was in elementary school, they were in the suburbs as D. Clifford started C & C Incorporations in the basement of their house. 

Michael knew his and Luke's kid would be a typical privileged child living in a million dollar house with his father constantly in the news. He was going to love the shit out of this child. He was going to be a better father than his own ever was, he had to be. 

If that kid wakes up and says, "Dad, I want to drop out and become a musician", Michael's sure as hell is going to let him. This kids' happiness is the most important thing for Mike. He won't ever force them to do something they don't want to do. 

The dark-haired boy was beyond excited to start a family of his own. He was scared of letting Cy fall through the cracks, leaving him like his family left sixteen year old Michael. Mike promises himself to treat Cy like the brother he loves, the friend he needs. 

He will always love and cherish everything Cy does the same way he'll do the same for his kid. 

Michael switched his sleeping position, rolling on his side. His right arm stayed under Luke's heavy head. He placed his left hand on the end of Luke's torso, still rubbing the smooth skin back and forth softly. 

Just the thought of that bump growing every day scared him a little bit. He's one of those people whom are able to be filled with excitement and pure anxiety at the same time. 

Was he going to be a good father? He worried this child would hate him, that they'll go through the whole hating-parents-phase and maybe they won't grow out of it. Michael wouldn't blame the kid, Mike is nothing special. His kid would scream at Michael "I hate you,", and Mike probably would agree. He hates himself a little bit, too. 

The only thing good about him is his fiancé—at least in his eyes. 

Luke snored loudly, scaring himself awake. He quickly sat up, his breath rapidly flowing in and out of his lungs as he looked around their bedroom. 

Michael moved his hands off of Luke. "Dork," he snorted. 

Luke rolled his eyes, realizing nothing really woke him up. He laid back down, pulling the light sheets with him. He covered his hips, rolling over to face Michael. He batted his eyelashes a few times before speaking up softly, "Why are you awake?"

"Why are you awake?"

The blonde closed his eyes and opened them, repeating that a few times. "I was asleep."

"Just admit it, your snores woke you up," Mike said, a smile on his face. He placed his hand back on Luke's hips, rubbing his thumb in circular motions.

"Never," Luke chuckled, scooting closer and pressing his forehead against Mike's chest. 

The older boy pulled him closer, wrapping both arms around him and cradling his body. "Go back to sleep, I'll be here when you wake."