"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~48~ "Good One."

~Noah~
"Your damned child is a year old and we still haven't met her!" My mother yelled over the phone, I stood on the balcony at fucking 7am on the phone with her, Michael was still fast asleep and I wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in bed next to him for a few more hours until Willow wakes.

"Yeah— you see, it's you calling her things like "damned child" that makes me a bit hesitant." I leaned against the railing, looking down at the city below and watching as people rushed to their jobs, practically running down the street. I finally decided to take my mother's call after I overheard Lia crying in her room because of how shitty they treat her.

I should have dealt with it before and now I feel sick with guilt that I tried to let Lia take the fall. 

"How am I supposed to form an opinion about her if I've never met her? You're forcing me to hate her, just like you're forcing me to hate your mate, you don't want that, do you?" I could hear the way she turned on her sweet voice, and I felt it hurt in my chest. Why did it still hurt? Why is this voice still working on me? Like I'm a 13 year old again.

"No.." I mumbled, picking at the paint on the railing, slowly pealing it off.

"See? I knew you were still my good one." She praised.

'My good one.'

What she always said every time she managed to get me to agree to something I didn't want to do.

"We're coming down Wednesday. Sound good?" She asked, but she wasn't really asking, she was telling me.

"Yeah.." I mumbled.

"Sorry?" I could practically hear her smirk.

"You can come." I gritted my teeth, gripping my phone in my hand.

"Good." She hung up, I shakily looked down at the phone, god I wanted to throw this device over the balcony and watch it crack on the sidewalk so bad.

"Why did you leave bed? It's cold out here..." I heard Michael's soft, morning voice mumble as he wrapped a blanket around himself and snuggled into my chest.

"On the phone with my mother.. Would you be okay with them coming here on Wednesday?.." I rubbed his back, he hugged me from the side and wrapped his arms around me so I'd get the warmth from the blanket.

"Oh— uh- yeah okay." He looked up at me. Oh, he really has no idea how fucking awful they are. "Kiss?" He quickly moved on, I leaned down and kissed him.

"Can we sleep for a while longer?" I said, until I heard Willow crying over the baby monitor. "I guess not." I chuckled, his ears perked up as he walked inside and dropped the blanket on the floor like the prince he is, going to grab Willow from her crib.

I snickered and followed him inside, sitting down on the bed and plugging my phone in to charge, also just wanting to get away from it.

Michael came back with Willow in his arms, "Dada!" She grinned, immediately calling for me.

"Hi sweetheart." I took her from his arms and held her above my head, she giggled, she always loved being up high like this.

"I wanna sleep moree.." Michael flopped onto the bed, instantly closing his eyes and almost sleeping right there. I placed Willow on the bed next to him, she rested her hands across his back and tried her best to climb onto him, I had to help her onto his back so she too could lay down.

"That's fucking adorable." I looked down at the two, Michael opened his eyes, realizing there was now a child on his back.

"How did you get there, sunflower?" He laid his head on his arms and laughed.