By the next morning, dawn rose above the landscape. Cars driven by people across every road. And the Michaels home stood. From a tiny family of two to a family of three.
Millie lays in her bedroom. And her parents Emerson and Sebastian, ib there own.
Emerson turned the coming light shined in from their bedroom window.
Sebastian groaned, sun light dimming through the blinds and curtains. He opens his mouth, a coming yawn breaking through his jaw.
He tiredly looked over to Emerson whose arm laid across his bare chest. Her peaceful form slept up against him.
He smiled warmly. Brushing gently away her bangs,that covered over her face at one side. Then planted a passionate kiss on her forehead.
He motioned carefully. As he slowly began to rise out of bed while successfully not waking up Emerson who was surprisingly in deep sleep. For someone who was a light sleeper.
He glanced back for a minute checking twice, then left for the bathroom. In the minutes that ticked by. Sebastian freshened up. Then cleaned the bathroom up from the mess.
He then goes and leaves to check up on Millie. Who, when he opens her door quietly. Sees her fully deep in sleep under the quilt. He smiles then quietly enters her room. Went over to her and placed a comforting hand to her head.
She groaned softly, the sudden touch easing her as she settled again. As he detached his hand.
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"Millie." Emerson called Millie from upstairs once. Breakfast settled at the table,as the morning fully filled the room.
She glanced upstairs fully expecting that Millie's alarm would have woken her by now.
She placed her hands on her hips ,and her apron around her as she sighs, slipping the apron strings loose.
Sebastian raised to his feet in one unmistakable stride. Stopping Emerson in her tracks. He's up in the blink of an eye. Marching up before she even gets a second to process what's about to happen
She crossed her arms sighing at this every morning situation. For the past week. Millie refused to get up for breakfast at the appointed time. And it honestly nerved them both.
This Monday morning being the third day of this repeated
behavior.
As Sebastian goes to deal with the unruly child. Emerson sighs, shaking her head. Morning's just begun and it's already a rocky start.
"Well I suppose she'll learn sooner or later..." Emerson mutters to no one in particular.
Millie slept in bed as footsteps marched through the hall,and instantly her door flew open.
"Millie." Sebastian said voice instantly giving off that fatherly authoritative tone. She doesn't move her back facing him as her head's tucked under the comforter. The alarm was far forgotten as she ignored her alarm clock. As she pretended to sleep.
Sebastian's brows furrows. "Millie, get up. I know you heard your alarm clock ring. Young lady." His tone is an impatient calm.
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Mrs Emerson Michaels
FantasiA year into their relationship of marriage Emerson, and Sebastian have never been even more meant for each other then of now. SURE Emerson can be a bit of a quote 'badass wifu' as in of doing things she knows she's not suppose to, and a tan on her...
