our best mistake • mileven

19.

EL'S POV

"you don't like?" i frown and point to my reindeer ears i picked up.

it was a cute fluffy headband.

"i love, but it's useless. put it down." mike says as i huff and stomp away to the other side of the store that was besides the cafe we just ate at.

"el, come on." he follows me as i go to pick out other things and ignore him.

"i'm sorry, love," he holds my shoulders and turns me to him, "i'll get you those horns." he pulls me closer by the waist and i hug onto him lazily.

"they're not horns." i whisper and look up into his eyes.

"horns." he nods and leans down to give me a kiss which makes me smile, "fine, okay. horns."

"el.." he murmurs as i hum, "yes?"

"are we dating for real or like.."

i smile, "'course we are." i smirk, "why else am i living in your house and sleeping in your room?" i tilt my head before moving back and holding his hand, "can we please go back to my reindeer ears now?" i sway our hands as i whine out.

he grins and nods, "anything for you."

"okay!" i drag him away as he laughs and hugs me from behind, "god fucking damn, you're cute as hell."

i giggle, "i know. hopefully milo is as cute as me because he would be the star. get the girls and everything!"

he kisses my neck, "hm, get the girls? sounds more of a me thing, my love."

"get the girls?" i gasp, "you're still getting girls?" i move away from him as he frowns.

"no, not getting girls. only girl i want is you." he smiles and then moves back to me, "and the only boy i want is this beautiful thing we made that is still growing all perfect in your belly for us to meet in a few months."

i awe and turn my head to kiss his lips, "i'm so excited to meet him. he's going to be so perfect."

"so damn perfect." he smiles and places the reindeer headband on my hand, "you look fucking adorable, i wanna take a picture of you."

i smile and place the back of my hands under my chin to pose, "i'm adorable!"

he snaps a photo, "fuck yes, you are."

i make another pose, "i'm a model."

he nods and takes it from another angle, "yes, babe!" he praises as i hold my stomach, "milo, bb, pose for dada!" i feel a kick as i gasp, "mike! he kicked!"

he gasps and drops his phone, "milo, baby boy," he holds my stomach, "kick for daddy, bud." he murmurs as i tap on my stomach and wait for the kick.

i giggle as he kicks, "did you feel?"

he nods weakly, "i did." he whispers as i stroke his hair, "stop crying. you'll make me cry."

he stands back up, "sorry, sorry. it just makes me a bit emotional." he sniffles as i smile, "it does, doesn't it? we made a little creature, can you believe that?"

"i really can't." he whispers, "god, we made a fucking child." he fans himself, "can't believe me and you, made a child. i can't believe it!"

i laugh, "me too. but we did, mike, we made a child."

he nods and cups my cheeks, "fuck, and he's going to be so perfect. me and you.. we are perfect so he will be too."

i nod against him, "oh yes. yes he will."