Friday, I'm In Love

Chapter Thirteen

- Present Day - 

Monday Continued

You paced around the room, it was just you as Hector was at a friends birthday party that was due to finish in about an hour, you'd told Mickey to come before so he could pick him up straight after the party but also gave you time to catch up make sure he was ok. You'd packed Hector up a bag and although more than happy for Mickey to have him, your natural motherly worry was taking over and you could help but think of all the things you needed to remember to tell him before he enjoyed the week with his son. The hearty knock on the door came almost as a relief. 

"Hey, you're early...." You were cut off by the full force of Mickey marching towards you, hands instantly cupping your checks, planing a deep kiss on your lips, a passionate and desperate kiss leaving no time to slide his tongue into your mouth as you gasp. Melting into the kiss your hands instinctively run though his hair as Mickey shuts the door with his foot and you both walk backwards into the living room wall, bouncing off it and moving towards the sofa, not breaking apart until you hit the armrest and fall onto the plush couch. 

"Mickey..." you breathe out in as you half-heartedly try to stop "Mick..." 

"What?" he stops and leaves a trail of kisses along your neck, eyes filling with all the emotions of the last serval years with you as you let out a small delicate moan. 

"You can't ... you're seeing someone...why are you doing this?" The last bit came out a little sadder than you'd intended which brought the moment to a halt. Mickey adjusted himself to sitting and you did the same, looking at him wide-eyed for answers. 

"I love you Y/N...." 

That hasn't been what you'd expected him to say, the shock hitting you like a bus. 

"Chloe and I are done, she's moving her stuff out this week... I ... I want us to be together Y/N" he leans in and grabs your small hand in his. "I love you, I think I always have, I just never though I deserved your love in return, especially after how I behaved..." he sighs leaning back against the sofa, eyes moist but not crying. You're still looking at him. "Ok, pouring my heart out here, would be nice if you said something... even in Greek?" He winced with a chuckle. 

"Mickey..."

"You love me too but you don't want to get back together?" him grimaced. 

"Let me finish a sentence asshole and I'll tell you ..."  you mumble in Greek. 

"I just got asshole..?" he perks up a bit at the small smile spread across your face. Trust Mickey to only know rude words. 

"Answer me one thing...." You bite your lip. 

"Anything."

"Were you really going to marry her...? Or did you just propose to her because Argyris said so and you were trying to prove a point because I was being a cow?" You notice his face go from confusion, to amusement and then soften into a loving glow. 

"Y/N, you moron ...." he started to laugh then hard his face lighting up which made your heart flip.

"Why are you laughing?" You try to be serious but you can't help let out a grin.

"I'm sorry... its just... oh Y/N... I wasn't preposing to her, I was preposing to you." He lifted his hand and stoked your face with his thumb. "I was talking to you, Argyris was talking about you, it has always been you." His gaze was too much to handle and as you melted into his touch you let a few tears fall, Mickey catching them with his thumb. "Are you ok?"