our best mistake • mileven

28.

MIKE'S POV

"say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe," el sings to milo as she cradles him and sways after feeding him, "red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your... wildest dreams."

i smile as she sets milo down in the small baby seat on the counter because he's too small to sit in a baby stool.

i move to her, hugging her from behind and sways us as she leans her head back on my shoulder.

"i said, no one had to know what we do." she taps my nose as i grin and kiss the back of her hand, "his hands are in my hair." i murmur.

she grins widely, "his clothes are in my room."

i inhale her scent and i grab her hand, holding it above her head as she spins out, "and his voice is a familiar sound. nothing lasts forever.."

"but this getting good now." i sing quietly as steps back towards me and we exchange sides.

i hear milo coo and i look over to the seat, "sorry, baby. attention for you now." i continue to hold el's hand as i walk over to him and kiss his forehead.

"couldn't mommy have a little bit of attention?" el sets a hand on her hip as i chuckle, "oh, you'll get attention, alright." i move to hold her hip as she takes a deep breath, "i can't have sex for a month or more. stop."

"stop what?" i ask as she moves away from me and goes to hold both of milo's hands, "hi precious!" she laughs and blows a raspberry on his stomach.

"you're so cute!" she pecks his cheek as i grin.

she taps his cheek and go to kiss her neck, "i'll make you a snack."

she nods, continuing to play and talk to milo as i head for the fridge.

"do you want nuggets or pudding?"

"pudding." she nods, "it's the caramel one, right?"

"yeah," i nod and walk back to her with the pudding cup.

i hear milo coo and i turn to him, "no pudding for you buddy."

he coos again.

"hey, you get boobs, man. you're not even a week old and—"

"michael." el cuts me off, "you're disgusting." she says as i shrug, "it'd kill for you boobs but i have pudding. my man wants pudding over boobs? hell nah,"

she rolls her eyes and sits down on a stool, "baby love, don't be like dada." she points a finger at him as i chuckle and sit down as well.

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"what are you looking at?" mike asks as he leans over my shoulder on the couch.

i huff, "i wanna go to a concert. but we have a milo and a bunch of sleepless nights."

"what concert?" he grabs my phone and i don't even protest but instead, i let him.

"taylor swift." he states simply then hums.

"what? what's wrong with that?" i take my phone from his hands again, "i haven't been to a concert in so long. the last one was like one direction and do you know how long they have been split up for?"

he chuckles and stands up from the couch, "when is it?"

"in a month. i can't go, i'll just dream of it." i shrug and throw my phone onto the couch.