"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~79~ "Happy Birthday."

~Noah~ (mentions of blood, gore kinda, drugs, lots of POV switches haha)
I opened my eyes slightly, only to turn over as I woke up early to the cold air from the open window in our room hitting me as Michael stole every last inch of the blanket.
He instantly repositioned with me, cuddling up to my chest despite being wrapped in layers of fabric.
"It's fucking cold.." I mumbled quietly to him, he responded with only a small, unintelligible noise through his half-asleep state.

I slowly sat up, he placed his head down on my pillow. I stood up, walking over to the open window and closing it, the cold spring air trapped inside.

"Come back.." Michael's arm reached out from the blankets he was wrapped in.
I almost did as he asked, before suddenly remembering it was Willow's birthday.

"I gotta get Willow up." I walked up to the dresser, grabbing a pair of sweatpants out and pulling them on, tying the pair around my waist before I threw on a tank top.
"Hey," I sat down on the edge of the bed as I gently pushed back a piece of his hair away from his eyes. "You okay?"

He nodded, "Sleeping in.." He mumbled as he dug his face into the pillow.
I gave a slight nod, leaving him as I walked to the kitchen.

The TV flashed with the bright colours of a children's show, a nest of red hair peeking out from the back the couch.
"What are you doing awake?" I said, Willow flinched at my voice, turning her head around with a slight gasp.

I stepped over to her, grabbing under her arms and lifting her up in the air. "Happy birthday, love." I kissed her stomach repeatedly, making her giggle and fight to push my head away. "Are you hungry?" I asked as I placed her back down on the couch.

"No," She said, looking down at the ground for a second, before she flicked her eyes back up to me.
"I mean, yes—" She bounced up and down on the cushion, smiling as she blew hair away from her face.

"Yes? You are?" I placed my hands in my pockets.

"Yes." She nodded, "Can— I have yogurt?"

"Sure." I walked over to the kitchen. She slumped off the couch and followed me, attached at my leg like a barnacle.

Willow jumped up on the stool at the kitchen island, spinning back and forth with a grin as she waited to eat.
"Here, love." I handed her a yogurt package from the fridge, she peeled the top off, licking the yogurt off the lid as I gave her a spoon to eat.

"Good morningg." Lia walked in the door way without any warning as I sighed, a small gift bag with Willow's name on it in her hands.
"Here, princess." She gestured the bag at Willow, who perked up at the sight of the tissue covered present. She instantly jumped off the stool and ran up to Lia, taking the bag from her hand.

Her tail wagged as she ripped the tissue paper out to reveal a small, toy dog bed. It took her a minute to actually figure out what it was, but after realizing it was for her beloved stuffed animal, she let out a screeching laugh, jumping up and down as if the floor were bouncy.

"What do you say?" I asked her. Hiding my hands away in the warmth of my pockets, trying to hold back a yawn caused from my early wake up.

"Thank you!" Willow crashed into Lia, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"You're welcome." Lia gently ran a hand down Willow's hair, petting her before she ran off to find doggy.
"Got any beer?" She walked up to my fridge, opening it before I could answer.

I shrugged, "Maybe, Michael hates the smell so I haven't had any in a while."

"Hah, you do." She triumphantly said as she took one and popped it open, sipping it down.