Mikey Way Fluff Oneshots

I Hate You (Part 2)

It has now been 3 years since Mikey and I started dating.

And in that time, we've done so much with each other.

I remember us telling everyone that we were together. They were all so happy, especially Gerard.

We would babysit together so we had some experience with kids.

We even moved into an apartment together.

But today was different.

I was getting married today.

I was so nervous. I'm only 19 but it's not like I'm doubting our relationship. I'm just scared of us being split apart. I would do anything to prevent that.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My dress was pretty nice and I loved the way my friends did my hair and makeup.

My mom walked in and started stealing a bunch of tissues from everyone. She ran over to me and cupped my face.

"Oh my baby is all grown up. Now she's getting married and soon she'll be having kids." She blew her nose.

I grabbed ahold of her hand. "Mom I don't think you need to worry about kids for a while." Soon enough Donna walked.

"I don't know. You are getting married and you're only 19. I wouldn't be surprised if you started having kids at 21." My mom nodded in agreement.

I shook my head no and started coming up with different excuses. "Okay, can we not start planning my life without Mikey around." I laughed and they started joking about how in love I was.

I had to admit, my family was pretty strange at times but they were always there for each other.

Soon enough my bestfriend Alex, who was also my maid of honor, came running in the room saying that it was time to walk down the aisle.

I remember stepping down the aisle, watching Mikey breakdown into happy tears. I remember when I stepped right in front of him he whispered to me, 'you're the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen'.

I remember saying our vows and him lightly caressing my cheek as he kissed me.

I remember our honeymoon and how we would whisper 'I love you' to each other. I also remember leaving our honeymoon and figuring out that I was pregnant.

I remember the look of pure happiness on his face when I told him. I remember welcoming little Rowan into our lives and then Kennedy a few years after.

I remember Mikey and I raising them and messing up along the way but sticking together through it all.

I remember when they both became adults and started their own lives and soon gave us grandchildren.

So here I am now. I'm 72 years old and Mikey is 73. I've been writing our life story for a while and don't plan on ending it soon.

I look over at Mikey who is sitting peacefully on the bench, watching as the sun goes down. He looks over at me and whispered the same thing he has for years.

"I love you."

And that's our story.

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This short story honestly turned out completely different that I thought it would.

Date: 04-09-22