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Deaf Michael (Part 3)

It's now or never. Here we go. Okay. And we're walking. And we're walking. Walking down the aisle. Alright. Okay. Listen up, Y/N. Michael might looking freaking perfect. But we can't do this. WE CAN NOT CRY! There's a hundred people here watching. We. Will. Not. Cry.

Before you realize it, you've reached the end. You stare up at Michael.

God. He looks so perfect standing there in his suit and his tie. This is the man who you're going to spend the rest of your life with. The one who has gone through major change just so he can hear you. So he can hear the  words you're about to say. Hear you for the rest of life.

And this is the man who is looking back down at you and he knows he's going to marry you. There's no last-minute doubt or worry. His certainty is written all over his beautiful, smiling face.

The ceremony commences and you say your "I do"s happily and tearfully. You seal the promise of everlasting life together, with a kiss and back down the aisle hand in hand. As a married couple. As Mr. and Mrs. Clifford. As soulmates for life.

The pair of you climb into the limo to get to the reception hall for pictures.

Michael grabs your face and pulls you in and kisses you passionately and lovingly, like nothing ever before. It's like he's telling you everything you want to hear with a simple action. It's saying 'I love you and I'll always hold on to you and protect you. I'm never letting you go because you're stuck with me until the end of time.' And frankly, you don't care if his lips are a little chapped or that your teeth and noses keep clashing. You just put all the love and everything into this kiss.

After another moment, you pull away. You smile sheepishly before moving your hands away from him so you can sign something.

'I'm pregnant.' Your hands are shaking with nervousness because you just married him and now you tell him something big like this. You just agreed to bond for life and now you've dropped a major bomb.

But, Michael's reaction was one you'd never forget. His eyes fill with salty tears, once again and this time, he doesn't stop them.

"We're going to have a baby? I'm going to be a dad?" he asks in a great breath. Your head nods, thoughtlessly.

Michael's hands immediately rush to your belly and his head drops down to meet them.

"Hey. Hey, baby. I'm your dad. You're probably too small to hear me and god, I hope you can hear, baby. I love you so much and I can't wait to be in your life. I love you so much. You are such a gift to us, you have no idea. I don't care if you're a girl or boy, I just want my baby healthy, okay? Daddy loves you so much. And so does your mom. I can't wait to meet you, baby." By the time he finishes his speech his cheeks are covered in tears, wet and dry. And you know that this is going to be alright.

Later that evening, after showing your love for the first time as a married couple, the pair of you lay in bed. You face each other and Michael traces shapes on your arms and chest. You lay like this for hours. Finally,you sit up. You stare him in the eyes before you begin to sign what you've been practicing. Your vows.

'I promise to:

•be spontaneous

•be fair

•be willing to try new things

•cherish each moment

•witness your beautiful life

•always take time for us

•dream with you

•be your biggest fan

•laugh together

•encourage you to follow your dreams

•love you'

Tears flow rapidly again, out of love. Out of happiness. Out of hope for the future.

Michael sits up and begins his own vows.

'I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries, even if you still have some. I will eat the mushrooms on the supreme pizza. I will send you random texts and gifts, just because I want to. I will love you every single day until the universe collapses and even after that.'

You smile at each other and assume the cuddling position, that leads to falling asleep. No words were said, but none needed to be. You knew how each other felt and that's all you need.

*years later*

"3 am. She's crying at 3 am. Again," Michael groaned.

"It's your turn, babe." you mumble, your face hidden in the pillow.

"Give her a minute. Maybe she'll tire herself out." Michael trailed off as sleep began to take over again.

Suddenly, a new voice was heard in the baby room.

"It's okay, Rosie. Mommy and Daddy are sleeping, but it's okay. You want a song?" You could hear your eldest son, Ryan, placing a CD in the player and soon enough, the calming lullaby began and the crying stopped. 

"I always knew Ryan would get his protectiveness from you..." You mutter, softly.

"Atleast, he didn't get my deafness," Michael chuckled from beside you.

Everything in your life could not be better.

An amazing husband and 2 wonderful kids.

Life was amazing.