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Deaf Michael Au

"Good morning," a rough morning voice croaks beside you. You turn over to see Michael, a lazy smile hanging off his lips. Mornings were the only time he ever talked. Mikey has always been very insecure of his voice, never having heard it before. Or any voice for that matter.

'Good morning,' you draw across his bare chest. He chuckles slightly before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a cuddle. A contented sigh leaves the two of you at the same time. Michael presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and removes himself from you.

You look at him from your place on the bed and sign 'Where are you going?'

He shrugs a shirt on and answers with a 'appointment and group session.'

Of course. For the past few weeks, Michael's been having very regular doctor's appointments and then his group meets Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Today was one of the few days that he had both. 

You roll over again, in hopes of falling back to sleep for a few more minutes. And then a large crash comes from the fridge. You decide to give it a minute before going to check it out. When you get to the kitchen, you find Michael spread out on the floor, cleaning broken eggs with a single piece of paper towel.

You stomp your foot on the ground, sending vibrations to Michael's hands to call his attention. He looks up at you with a confused look. You sign 'a mop.'

He lets a short huff out as he gets up and grabs a mop from the nearby closet. He begins cleaning the yolky mess in front of him. You let out a giggle and take the mop from his hands. With a simple 'go get ready' and a kiss to his cheek, you began to mop the floor. A few short minutes later, he came back out with a pair of pants on and his hair slightly brushed. Michael kissed you swiftly before walking to the toaster and popping in a pop tart.

You ate your breakfast in silence with him on the other side of the table. 

He places his half-eaten pop tart back on his plate before sighing largely.

He tries out his voice before starting his sentence. 

"Do you...want k-k-kids...with...m-me?"

His question took you by surprise. You'd thought of a future together but not that much. But still, you wouldn't mind kids. Especially with Michael, your boyfriend of 3 years.

Placing down your own pop tart, you sign, 'I'd love to.'

You've never seen Michael smile so widely.

"Okay," he giggled. "I-I can't...wait t-to hear...them."

'What?' A shocked look written all over your face. 

'I'm getting my hearing back.' With no stutter or questioning at all