our best mistake • mileven

17.

EL'S POV

"morning, sunshine." mike smiles as i walk into the kitchen, "pancakes, baby mama?"

i nod and look him up and down.

"why you hate your shirt so much?" i ask as he raises his eyebrows, "and why do you hate your bed so much?"

"fair point." i mumble and sit down on a stool which makes him yell at me, "dining table. wooden chair." he says as i roll my eyes and move.

he walks over to me with a plate then sets it down on the table before holding my face, "your eyes are swollen, babe. want me to make you a drink?"

i nod weakly and he smiles.

i look up into his eyes as he stares back and then down at my lips.

i take the chance to lean up a bit and peck his lips which makes him smile widely, "i did that by choice so..." i trail off quietly as he chuckles, "orange juice?"

i nod, "yes, please."

he nods and walks away to pour me a glass.

"twinkle twinkle little star," i sing as i tap my stomach.

"that's a bedtime song." he says as i shrug, "but it's cute. i wanna sing to our baby! mike, we have to talk baby names already!"

"i have one in mind actually." he says as i perk up, "what is it!?"

he comes back with my drink, "it's milo."

i gasp, "that's cute. but we need more options to discuss."

he nods, "of course."

i smile widely and pull up my shirt as mike leans his head down and kisses my stomach, "morning little jellybean. how are you today?"

"good?" he answers his own question with a nod, "i'm fine as well, bud. you know, work is—"

"okay, bloop bloop." i pretend to fast forward on him, "i need to stop by the office to grab some files first. left them there so i need to grab it."

he nods, "we can do that after shopping."

i smile and nod as he places his ear against my stomach, "has he kicked yet?"

at that, i frown, "no.."

i don't know what i'm doing wrong. jellybean hasn't kicked yet and they should at this stage.

im honestly worried but doctor carla said it was normal and it was fine.

but im just afraid i'm doing something wrong.

he sits up straighter and pulls down my shirt, "he will soon, don't worry."

"i know," i murmur, "but what is taking so long?"

"he's just sleeping all the time," mike reassures me, "he will start kicking soon."

i nod, "i trust you."

"good, because i'm always right." he smiles and pecks my cheek, "go on, eat before your food is cold."

i hate that he is so nice.

damn you, michael wheeler. you just had to make me fall.

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MIKE'S POV

"no, no, no!" i mumble as el looks back at me.

"what?" she asks and stops staring at the whole baby aisle that we have been in for an hour.