Band imagines

Mikey Chapman imagine

You walked down the Main Road of Disneyland, your boyfriend Mikey walking next to you and holding your hand. He had Mickey Mouse ears on and you had on your Minnie Mouse ears. You both walked looking around the place, taking pictures with the characters and having fun.

"Come on, she's my girl!" Mikey laughed as Goofy continued to hug you tightly and shake his head.

"I want Goofy now, not you!" You grinned at Mikey who laughed.

"That's not fair!" You hugged Goofy once more, kissing his nose and he hid his face in his hands. You walked back to Mikey, continuing on your trip and going on the rides.

You and Mikey had fun, riding the rides and eating loads of food. At the end, you and Mikey leaned on the brick wall by the Haunted Mansion and held you, pressing your back to his chest and both of you watched the fireworks.

He pressed light butterfly kisses on your cheek and you smiled, feeling happy with him.

When the show was over, you both headed back to the entrance, your hands linked together and both waited for the hotel bus in a comfortable silence. When the white and blue bus pulled up, the two of you got on, sitting behind the driver and you smiled at the little girl and her brother who were falling asleep, their parents whispering about maybe coming back tomorrow.

"You want to come back tomorrow?" Mikey asked and you looked up at him and shrugged.

"Sure, we didn't get to ride the Pirates of the Caribbean ride anyway." You smiled.

"Out of all the rides we went on today, we got on that one at least ten times." Mikey laughed.

"Only ten times." I smile and he grinned. When the bus arrived at the hotel, you and Mikey got off, heading to your respective room and relaxed.

"Today was so fun." You grinned and Mikey hugged you from behind, smiling and pulled you to the bed. He turned your face to his, kissing you softly and you returned it.

It began getting heated quickly, Mikey turning your entire body to him and holding you tightly. You straddled his lap, your fingers tangled in his hair and his fingers digging into your hips.

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The next morning, you woke up in Mikey's arms. His breathing soft on your next and you turned around, your back to him as he groaned a bit and tightened his grip around you. You snuggled closer to him, going back to sleep.

You woke up again later, Mikey nowhere in the room and you snuggled deeper into the sheets, closing your eyes and tried falling asleep but the sound of the door opening made you turn and Mikey walked in with two paper bags and he set them on the desk. He turned to you, smiling and pointed at the bags.

"Brought breakfast." He smiled and you returned it, sitting up and changing into clean clothes, Mikey bringing the food to the bed and the two of you ate.

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A week later, you guys were on your way home, Mikey driving and humming along to the song on the radio. You had found a few days before that you were pregnant but you haven't told him yet.

You turned to him, Mikey looking up at the sign on the freeway and turning down the right one.

"Can you pull over?" You asked him.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I need to say something." Mikey nodded, driving a bit more and checking his mirrors before pulling over into the shoulder of the road and parked the car.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Mikey, I'm pregnant." You looked at him. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. The grin on his face said it all.

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"Come on you can do it, just one more push." Mikey encouraged you and you held your breath, pushing until you the pressure subside and a baby crying.

"It's a boy." The doctor announced and Mikey grinned, kissing your forehead.

You lazily looked at your now husband and new baby, Mikey smiling down at him as he smiled, whispering promises he intended to keep.

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A few months later, you woke up to an empty bed, Your hand automatically reached out to pull you closer to Mikey but came up empty.

Usually when this happened, your mind would register that he was touring, but this time he wasn't. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and climbed out of the bed, fixing your pajama shirt and walked out to the baby's room.

You stood at the threshold, your lips curling up at the sight of Mikey rocking the now sleeping baby and softly singing.

You crossed your arms, leaning your head on the wooden frame and Mikey turned to you, a smile creeping up as he kissed your son's forehead and gently placed him back in his crib.