Extraordinaire.

2. Mixelle.

That was her name, he loved the name, 'Michelle' but he wanted to name her something more creative, that's when Tommy came up with the great idea, 'Mixelle' because it 'sounds like Mick and Michelle in one'.

It had been a few months since than and she was all healed up, Mick couldn't help but smile as he held her in his arms, she was small sure, but she finally gained enough weight to be considered healthy, she was beautiful and had already begun growing some ginger hair.

"You poor thing," he said, his thumb ghosting over her puffy lips, "You look like me," he smiled, earning a giggle as she tried grabbing him, he carried her into his home, he was finally able to take her home after going back and forth from the hospital for months.

Mixelle had little ringlets that fluffed up a bit, which Mick often toyed with, trying to get them to go straight before watching them bounce back into a curl.

He had her neck cradled very gently.

Seraina was home, she was in their bedroom asleep. The two had met a few months ago, just a few before Mixelle was born, maybe one or two months before, and Seraina and Mick had kicked it off after he and his previous girlfriend didn't work out all that well.

However, he had full custody of his daughter, who didn't seem to mind all that much.
Mixelle was peacefully laying in his arms, sitting on his lap as one arm was cradling his neck, he rubbed her tummy, finally she was healthy.

He thanked the Lord's above and gently traced his thumb over her cheek, earning her to switch her gaze to him, she looked up at him and smiled widely making him chuckle softly, "Hey baby," he mumbled, she nuzzled into his chest, like a cat would when they're cuddled up to their human.

Well well well, my Mixelle.