Johnny Depp [Character Imagine Stories]

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔱 ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔶 #1

Warning: *Smut*

Mort went to his sister's for Thanksgiving. Usually, you would've gone, but you got sick the day before. His sister's house was over 4 hours away so, he stayed the night there. Your fever was already going down when Mort left but you didn't want to get Miranda's kids sick, so you stayed home. Mort begged you to go, and you had practically scolded him about kids getting sick.
You had to really put it in perspective for him.

"Mort. I'll put this into α situation you will understand, okay?" You both were standing in front of the couch. "You want kids with me, right?"

"Of course. Soon!" He agreed and smiled.

"Alright. What if Miranda was sick, and she wanted to come over. But our kids were perfectly healthy. Would you want her to come over and get us all sick?!" You were impatient. Why didn't he understand this?

"...Ugh, fine. I wouldn't let her. I get it. I just... love you and wanna be around you!" He pleaded.

"Okay! I would love to be around you all the time too, Mort. But.. we can't!" You grabbed his bag off the couch and held it in front of him. "You better get going. It's α long drive." You coughed.

"Yeah. Α long drive without you." Mort mumbled as he rolled his eyes. He grabbed the bag, pulled you in by the hips, and kissed you. He really didn't care about getting sick. He was always so clingy, it was just α bit much sometimes.

"Goodbye, baby. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" You hugged him.

"Bye, doll. I love you so much!" He said walking backwards towards the door. He stopped, and started walking back towards you, leaning in for another kiss.
You kissed him gently.

"Agh. I can't do this." You put your hand on his cheek, and kissed him again.

"I-.... This is gonna be torture." Mort kissed your neck and put his hand over your ass.

"Go Mort. Don't keep Miranda and Jake waiting." You pushed him away reluctantly by his chest. Jake was Miranda's husband, and Mort's best buddy.

"Okay.. I love you, hon." Mort walked away.

"I love you too, Morty!" You said as he shut the door. You sat on the couch, preparing for the night without him. You and Mort had been married for 2 years now, and you loved every bit of it. You hated when routines like Holidays were thrown off by something stupid. This case: α fever.

'And now, to miss him with all of my being.' You thought and sighed. 'Naps always pass the time.' You laid down, pulled the blanket over you, and closed your eyes.

3 hours later.

You woke up and checked your phone. 6:04PM.
You sat up, and grabbed the remote. You pressed the power button and National Geographic came on. 'Fine by me.' You thought. You got up and tiredly waddled over to the kitchen and popped α bagel in the toaster, just for α little snack. 'Mort's probably eating right now. So I won't call him yet.' You really wanted to talk to him, it's best when your guys' mini fights are resolved so you both don't go to bed mad. About 3 minutes later, your bagel popped. You got it out and put what you normally do on it. National Geographic was talking about lions, so you sat down, ate your bagel and watched.
You must've watched for α long damn time because Mort called you first. When you picked up your phone, you saw it was 7:13PM.

Mort: "Hey, lovely.." He trailed off his last words.

y/n: "Hello, baby." You said dryly.