What Would've Happened

Sweet Mornings

(Ok, I want y'all's opinion; I'm thinking about doing something interesting... The Walking Games. Like Hunger Games, except it's walking dead too!!! If Ya'll want me to write it, comment!!)

The next morning, Mac and I were laying in bed, not really wanting to do anything. Mac's arm was draped over my waist, while I used his other arm as a pillow. His chest was pressed against my back, and his breath stirred my hair. I closed my eyes, loving this moment. Mac's lips gave my shoulder a small kiss. I turned my head to face him. He smiled at me before pecking my lips.

"Mornin' beautiful." He mumbled.

"Morning handsome." I murmured, turning so that my body faced him. Mac pulled me into his chest, kissing the top of my head. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his sides, pulling myself closer. Resting my cheek on his chest, I listened to his steady heartbeat.

"How's my gorgeous fiancé doing this mornin'?" Mac asked, making me grin.

"I'm doing amazing. What about my fiancé? How's he doing?" I retorted playfully.

"I'm great. I can't believe you said yes." He mumbled. I pulled away, surprised.

"Oh course I would. Why wouldn't I?" I asked, kinda shocked that he thought I would've refused.

"'Cause we were already kinda engaged." Mac mumbled, placing his hands on my hips while he stayed down.

"Oh yeah. Well, now it was in front of my family, and they like you." I stated, leaning down and giving his lips a kiss.

After I pulled away, Mac arched an eyebrow. "An' I noticed ya weren't wearin' the first one." He added.

"Yeah. I kinda had to hide it so my parents wouldn't find out." I explained.

"So where is it now?" Mac asked.

"It should be in my dresser at my parents." I said, leaning down and kissing Mac again. "I'll get it next time we go over there." I mumbled into his lips. Mac grunted and pulled me closer. I swung a leg over his waist, keeping my lips on his.

Just as we were getting deep into the kiss, Maria made herself known. We stopped, and I pulled away. Sighing, I sat up, still on Mac's lap. "I should probably get our daughter." I said, getting off him. When I stood up, Mac's hand slapped across my rear. I whipped around. "What was that for?"

"'Cause." Was his answer. That, and a sly smirk. I rolled my eyes (trying to hide a smile) and made my way to the bawling Maria.

Lifting her out of her crib, I gently rocked her. From across the hall, I heard the mattress moving. I turned around to see Mac making his way over to us. When he was in her room, he moved so that he was behind me. Maria, who was laying in my arms, watched as her father wrapped his arms around my waist, supporting my arms as well. Mac's head rested on my shoulder and he gazed down at our daughter. She gazed up in wonder at him. He smiled at her, then stuck out his tongue. She giggled, and tried grabbing it. He chuckled, and gave my shoulder a kiss.

"Let's take her to our room." Mac suggested.

"Why?" I asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"So I can cuddle with my family on the bed." He simply stated.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Ok. Sure, why not?" We headed into our room. The sheets were made, to my surprise. Mac went to lay down on his side, grabbing Maria in the process. She let out a squeal when her dad laid down, lifting her high above his head.

"Careful!" I ordered, getting concerned for Maria's safety.

"It'll be fine, babe. I ain't gonna drop a twelve pound baby." Mac stated, lowering Maria onto his stomach. I let out a small sigh. "Gonna join, Mama?" He asked. Maria turned to look at me. I smiled, and crawled onto my side, resting next to Mac. Maria stared at me, then laughed and flailed her tiny fists. Mac smiled at me, and gently placed Maria in between us. She laid down, looking at both of us.