The Things I Can't Take Back [Michael Afton x F! Reader]

Chapter 12 ~ A Father's Blessing

"I really am sorry," Michael apologized for what felt like the hundredth time that night, his somber voice sounding distance over the phone.

"Mike," you sighed deeply, "I've told you already, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have been so careless."

     "I know, but still..." he grumbled from over the phone, and you could just tell that he was pouting, "if I had never suggested it in the first place, then none of this would've happened..."

"Babe, it's really not that big of a deal," you couldn't help but giggle softly, "I didn't even really get in trouble. Besides, we had such an amazing trip."

"I know..." he sighed softly in agreement, "I wouldn't trade it for the world..."

You smiled softly, "me neither..."

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about it..." he breathed out, before continuing, "the kiss, I mean..."

"I know, I haven't either..." you gave a dreamy sigh, rolling over to lay on your stomach, "I'm just still in shock that I actually had my first kiss..."

"Was it as magical as you had hoped?"

"So much more," you giggled softly, kicking your feet in the air like the love-struck schoolgirl you were, "was... that also your first kiss?"

     Michael hesitated for a moment, before you heard him sigh softly. "No," he answered, making your giddy smile falter a bit, "unfortunately... you may be my first official girlfriend, but not my first kiss."

     "Oh..." you muttered, lips pulling down into a small pout, "I see..."

     "Don't sound so disappointed, baby," he chuckled softly, "my first one didn't even really count. And besides, you're the first meaningful kiss I've had."

     "Oh really?" You raised an eyebrow, "so who exactly was this lucky first lady?"

     "Awe, is someone jealous?" He purred teasingly, "well, if you must know, it happened about ten years ago; when this little girl chased me down during recess and forced me to kiss her behind the jungle gym."

You couldn't help but snort at his reply, covering your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle your soft laughter. "Oh?" You hummed, "well, did you at least like her?"

"No, why do you think I was running away?" He retorted with a chuckle, "she stole my first kiss completely against my will. Six-year-old me was traumatized."

You couldn't hold back your laughter anymore; cackling loudly as you tried to picture the scene in your head. You imagined a baby version of Micheal, screaming his little head off as he ran around a playground, with a little demon girl hot on his tail.

     "Is it really that funny?" Your boyfriend asked when your laughter failed to die down, and this only made you laugh harder, "you really enjoy my suffering that much?"

     "Awe, my poor baby," you cooed teasingly, "I'm sure that must have been very hard for you."

     "As a matter of fact, it was," he retorted, "because I knew I wouldn't be able to give my first kiss to someone I really cared about..."

     "Oh yeah? That's what you were thinking about when you were six?"

     "No, not really," he admitted, "I was more concerned about getting cooties."

     You both broke out into a fit of laughter, and you let out a deep sigh when you finally managed to calm down. You heard a bit of commotion from Michael's end of the call, and he pulled the phone away from his ear to yell back to someone.