our best mistake • mileven

15.

MIKE'S POV

i change my mind.

pregnancy el isn't scary.

she's a fucking gift.

i've never noticed how pure she could be until we passed the baby section at target.

now our cart is filled with toys our baby can't even play with till they're around 5 months which is a year away!

but i can't drag her away.

she looks so happy at the moment with the red tinted on her cheeks from her still blushing from this morning.

oh.. this morning.

as i walk into the kitchen with nothing but my grey sweats on since i slept in those, i notice el already in the kitchen making eggs.

i walk closer and smile as she taps her stomach every now and then and i know she is just as excited as i am.

"morning." i speak up as she turns around and i see her eyes linger on me.

i look down as well. there is definitely no morning wood, what is she looking at?

i notice her eyes widen and her cheeks start to flush strawberry red so she turns around, "morning!" she tried to chirp cheerfully as i chuckle, "morning baby mama, what are you doing? i thought i'm the cook around her."

"well baby daddy, it's my turn." she whispers and emphasises on the word daddy, "sit down... and maybe put a shirt on."

i smirk. so it's because i don't have a shirt on.

"are you blushing because i don't have a shirt on, darling?" i ask.

she gasps and shakes her head, "no! it's the pregnancy hormones! you disgust me— no, go away!" she groans as i chuckle and sit down.

"fine." i say, "whatever you say, baby mama."

pregnancy el is the cutest honestly. no, el in general is adorable.

and it's not like i have never ever noticed. i noticed winces elementary school when i pulled her cute double pigtails.

her expression was adorable and it honestly matched the one she had right now.

"this is adorable!" i hear her cry out and i push the cart to her, "we are not getting a barbie potty. our baby isn't even born yet, we have time to buy potty seats."

"but what if someone buys it before me?" she asks.

"then i'll do anything i can to get a cute ass potty bowl for our baby." i say as she puts the toilet down, "okay."

"okay, now let's go. we have a years worth of buying toys for an unborn baby." i say and hold her hand as she looks back and frown, "our baby would have loved that toilet. i know i do."

"well i dont." i mumble as she gives me a look.

"i mean, i love it. it's a lovely toilet." i say as she nods and leans against me.

hearing my phone ring, i groan and give her a apologetic smile, "sorry," i take out my phone and is prepared to scream, "it is fucking sunday, dickhead." i say as el gasps and i see her rush off somewhere in the baby section.

i push the cart and follow her.

"sir, our—"

"fucking tuesday. bye!" i hang up the phone and put it away, "el! baby, i know you're pregnant and get the free pass on most things but we don't need diapers yet!"