He’s never really thought about kids of his own much. It has crossed his mind but it never was important or a want he had. But when he found out he got his girlfriend pregnant, he wasn’t surprised much considering he didn’t like using protection all that much.
“I have to call draken.” was the first thing he said. “Draken? I’m gonna be a dad. I thought you would’ve had one with emma first but I beat you to it.” He wasn’t on the phone long because he wanted to talk to you.
Mikey wasn’t prepared at all for what came on your journey of pregnancy, but he did try his best. The first time you ran to the bathroom to throw up, he sprang up out of his sleep but he didn’t get off the bed. Then he saw you walking out the bathroom. “What happened?” “I was throwing up.”
He couldn’t make it to all your appointments but he always told you to get an ultrasound picture if you can. But he made sure to clear his schedule to go to the appointment where you find out the gender. And it was a boy.
The first person he told the gender to was his siblings, then his friends. He was excited about it and you caught him shopping online a few times in the middle of the night.
When your stomach grew bigger, he became more productive around the house, cooking, doing the laundry, cleaning, all because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Even took a few days off of work during your pregnancy to stay with you.
Mikey was happy about your craving honestly because he got to eat food too and you also ate a lot, like a lot during your pregnancy. Though, some were weird he still tried them out. He complained whenever you had cravings during the night, he preferred you had them when he was at work so he could bring them home on his way home.
But he knows it’s not something you can control so, he got them despite his complaining along with a few things for himself, then you would eat his stuff and then he would complain again.
The one thing he could say he hated about your pregnancy, was the fact that all the food he bought for himself was gone by the time he got home.
There have been nights you both stayed up to talk and guess what features your child will have. “He’s gonna have my good looks and my awesomeness.” “I hope he doesn’t get your stupidity.” You quietly say. “What did you say?” You shook your head. “Nothing. Nothing.”
Your baby never did much in the womb, he kicked a few times but he mostly slept and made you eat a lot.
Nearing your due date, he took some days off and stayed with you. He packed your baby bag months before your due date and you didn’t know until you went to fetch the bag and saw it was packed with everything you needed. He even packed your bag.
The day came and while you were giving birth, he tried telling you jokes to lighten the mood but ultimately you told him to shut up because he really wasn’t helping at all besides running his mouth and he opted to hold your hands.
He didn’t full-on cry when he held or saw your son but you saw a genuine smile on his face. “Let’s name him Bartholomew.” “No mikey.”
