steam ♡ an [ M.J ] imagines book

♡ Thanksgiving

It's thanksgiving today. You just finished setting the dinner table with the forks, knives, napkins, glasses, and pretty flowers in the middle with a couple of candles.

"Don't forget to make room for the turkey, sweetheart," Michael reminds you from the other side of the kitchen.

"Iv'e got the turkey covered." You walk around to the stove and take out the turkey from the oven. Smoke comes out, the turkey is looking golden brown, and you know it's ready.

You fan away the smoke and gently pull the turkey out with your mittens on, placing it on the table. "There, all ready!" you beam excitedly.

Michael holds you from behind and kisses your cheek. "I'm so glad we worked together on this - i'm so glad that we're spending thanksgiving together," he says.

"Baby, you're parents are coming, so are mine," you point out the obvious.

"I know..." he sounds disappointed. "But hey, at least we can all celebrate like a family. God, i'm so excited."

You chuckle. "Me too. I just hope the chairs won't be a problem - i tried making sure everything is set up so everyone can fit."

He smiles. "That's my beautiful (Y/N), always working hard and making sure everyone's happy," he turns you around and kisses your lips, "that's why i love you."

"You helped me," you say.

He rolls his eyes playfully. "I love you more."

"I love you too, Michael." You giggle.

Just then, your teenage daughter Alison comes walking down the stairs, wearing a nice white dress, small hells, and her hair half up half down in beautiful swirls, with a flower crown headband in her hair.

"Honey you look adorable!" you say.

"Mom, i'm sixteen," she whines.

"You're still adorable to us. But really, you're daddy's beautiful little girl," says Michael, hugging her.

"Ohh...there's something i forgot to tell you," says Alison, pulling away from Michael.

"What is it?" you ask.

"Well...you see, Daryl is having some issues with his family, so i was kind of wondering if you'll let him come over for thanksgiving."

"Of course, you know he is always welcome here," you say, setting the plates down on the dinner table.

"Bit short notice, don't you think?" Michael huffs, raising an eyebrow.

Daryl is a boy that Alison recently started dating. You think he is a nice young man, treating Alison well, (to your knowledge) but Michael isn't too fond about it. Of course he shook hands with the boy a few months ago when he started going out with Alison, but Michael's still a bit skeptical about him. You just think he's being too paranoid.

"Daaadddd, come on!" says Alison.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings and you say, "Ooh, iv'e got it!"

You run over to the door, smoothing down your tight black dress and fixing your high ponytail. You open the door and there stands the one and only, Daryl.

"Hello Daryl, how are you?" you greet him.

"I'm good Mrs Jackson," he says. He sniffs for a little bit and says, "Damn, i can smell that turkey from here."

"Well, don't just stand out there, come in." You let him inside and he looks around, spotting Alison.

"Hey, Daryl!" she squeals and runs over to hug him.