we don't care [muke af]

twenty nine

twenty nine

"Are we going to get married?" Luke asked, eyeing Michael in the bathroom mirror.

The older boy choked on the toothpaste in his mouth, accidentally swallowing the extremely mint-y taste. He leant forward, spitting out everything left over. "I mean, at one point," he responded, wiping at his mouth.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Luke leant against the bathroom wall, still brushing his own teeth.

"No, no, you're good. Just caught me off guard." He stripped from his tee shirt, looking at the pile of work clothes waiting to be put on. "Do you want to get married?"

Luke shrugged, stepping forward to spit into the sink. He left the room, going back to their bedroom to find his own set of clothes for the day.

"Babe, we can get married."

"Make it romantic," he whined. Luke opened the bureau, pulling out a sweater of Michael's and throwing it on the bed.

Mike started to button up his dark grey Oxford shirt, stepping out of the bathroom as he rolled up the sleeves to look at his boyfriend. "Do you wanna get married now or after It?"

Luke pulled off last nights underwear, changing to something new. "I don't know."

Michael went back into the bathroom, grabbing his slacks and pulling them up his legs. He tucked the button down into the material, adjusting his junk to tuck in. "I don't wanna propose only for you to say no, I'd probably cry."

"You would not cry."

"I would."

"I've never once seen you cry."

Michael tightened his belt and rested his tie around his shoulders. "Exactly, I'm not a crier, but if you dumped me, I'd cry."

Luke stood up, trying to force his way into new skinny jeans—these, however, were made for the bump growing every day. "I wouldn't say no." He walked over to his lover, tilting his chin up and starting to knot his tie. "I don't know why you can't do this."

"What about college?" Michael asked, ignoring Luke's degrading comment about Mike's lack of skill to tie a tie.

"What about it?"

"Do you wanna go to school after It?"

Luke chuckled. "No, that's stupid." He took a step back, looking at his work of art (the tie) on the real work of art (Michael).

"Okay, but do you think you should go to school?" Michael turned back around, going to the mirror to fix his hair. He brushed the hair back, trying to remember the last time he washed his hair. Or shaved.

Luke didn't realize how lucky he was, he still hadn't grown enough hair on his face to shave. He wouldn't admit that, though.

"Probably, but what would I major in? I'm not good at anything."

Luke watched Michael trail through their bedroom once more, going through drawers until he found his black socks. He sat back on their bed, his work shoes in front of him. "You're good at being cute."

"Thanks for your wonderful advice, I'll just go be a porn star."

Mike leant over, kissing Luke's cheek. "Whatever you put your heart into, Baby."

"What about houses? Are we gonna move to a real house once It is born?"

"If you want." Michael stood up, taking Luke's hand and slowly leading him down the stairs.

"You've gotta give some kind of opinion, what do you want?" Luke sat down at their breakfast table, waiting for Michael to make him a meal.

"Anything that makes you happy." He began putting waffles in the toaster since that was about as far as his cooking went.

"You're no help at all." Luke rested back in his chair, letting a silence cast over them. He placed his hands on his growing belly, rubbing over the tough skin. He felt an odd feeling in his gut, like he needed to pee and vomit at the same time.

It was pleasant until he realized what it was.

"It's kicking!" He marveled, a giggle escaping his lips. "Mikey! Come feel!"
Michael smiled as he quickly made his way over, falling to his knees. He put his hands underneath Luke's, waiting for the movement to happen once more.

The kicking began again, right underneath Michael's fingertips. He let out a squeal of excitement, not caring how stupid he sounded. Their baby was kicking! Mike couldn't believe that It was actually real and right there underneath his fingers.

"Oh, my God," he whispered, rubbing his fingers over the skin. He leant forward, kissing the bump. "Amazing."

Luke looked down at him, feeling no regret. 

(a/n) I HAVE TIME TO EDIT RIGHT NOW SO WHY NOT