we don't care [muke af]

epilogue

epilogue

It broke Michael's heart when he woke up without Luke. Ten years later, he rolled over in bed, and the blonde wasn't there. The blonde hasn't been there for over three thousand days and Michael still hasn't gotten used to it. It doesn't feel normal, everything feels off.

He's married now, Luke is. Michael is not. Luke is pregnant with their first child, Luke is. Michael is not. Luke invited Michael to his wedding, but Michael wanted it to be their wedding. He didn't go. Luke invited Michael to his baby shower, but Mike fell sick the morning of. He couldn't do it. He doesn't care how long it has been, he can't do it.

Michael loves Luke and Michael only loves Luke.

Then Luke moved away.

Michael sighed loudly to the empty apartment. Everything was packed up in boxes and he was getting ready to move. It came a point in his life when even his skunk-haired neighbor grew up and moved out.

Mike bought a house a few miles from his work. He was living alone, not even a pet goldfish to keep him company. He told himself that it was fine, he didn't need much of a family. He was content with waking up alone and falling back asleep alone, too.

He wasn't though, he was just good at playing pretend.

Luke stood up, grabbing his partner's hand. He balanced himself, his pregnant belly in the way.

"You good?" Matty asked, too scared to let go of his lover's hand.

"I'm fine," he sighed, taking his hand away. Luke took pride in being extremely independent even though he knew he wasn't. Luke couldn't survive without Matty, he'd probably be lost 24/7.

Matty inched his hand underneath Luke's hoodie, slowly leading him from their doctor's office and back out into the cold. His fingers rubbed the warm skin of his partner, leading him to their car and sliding the heavily pregnant boy in.

Luke sliced open the envelope in his hand, already looking at the newest set of ultrasounds. "I can't believe he has hair," Luke commented, pointing at the strings of hair on the baby's head.

"Well, you know me," Matty responded. He pulled a hand through his messy, black curls, letting them fall over his thin face.

Luke laughed at his husband. Matty made Luke laugh often. "I'm so excited for him," the twenty-eight year old said, a smile on his lips.

Matt leant over, pressing his lips to Luke's forehead. He lingered for a second before sitting back in the front seat. He reached over, carefully taking an ultrasound snapshot from Luke's hands. "I can't believe he's real. Are you ready?"

Matty thought a lot through his nights of not sleeping, he thought it was a little odd that he met Luke when Luke was pregnant with another man's child. Matty knew what Luke went through, he knew how scared Luke was to even try for a baby.

The older boy was there for his lover though. He was always at Luke's side, refusing to let him slip by.

"Yeah," he giggled, "Of course I'm ready." Luke reached over, grabbing Matty's long fingers, "We're ready."

Michael pulled on a tee shirt and ran a hand through his messy hair. He had a few more things he needed to pack and another box that needed to go with him in his truck. Not the same truck as before, a newer model.

When It was born still, everything reminded Michael of her. It was the back of his truck, it was the light blue sheets, it was hot showers. Michael swore he went insane once Luke left, too. Nothing felt normal, nothing felt right.