Masterpieces {Book 2}

Mashton babies pt 2*

Credit; mine (i actually wrote something holyshit will someone pls call the presses)

so i was going through my drafts and realized i never wrote the part two for this wtf is wrong with me, plS DONT KiLL ME SHAYLA it DeletED AND i GOT UNMOTIVATED iLY. hAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY,, i ACTUALLY WROTE FOR YOU OK

[diehardirwin you said to dedicate every single mashton one shot i post to you, ilysm]

so this is gonna be the characters from part one, older, with babies this time so read part one if you haven't already :D

[also read this malumhoodings you're in this, ur welcome]

enjoy mashton lovers (:

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"Ash, quit it." Michael giggles, trying to hide his discreet smile. The two were laying in bed together having their usual Saturday movie night, legs intertwined as well as their fingers. Michael was cuddled into Ashton's chest, and Ashton was trying to tickle Michael's sides occasionally, but the blue haired man wasn't having it.

Eventually Ashton stops, and settles for staring at his love. That's how movie night always ended up; Ashton watching Michael watch the movie. And it sounded creepy as fuck, but his baby was beautiful so it was difficult to resist. Tonight's choice was 'titanic' which was cliché and sappy, but so were the two of them so it was alright.

Because of the sappiness of the movie, Michael felt very affectionate. He turns all the way around so that he was directly facing Ashton, and places a quick kiss to his cheek. "You're not even paying attention," he pouts.

"This is like, what? The 78th time we've seen this?" Ashton teases. Michael gives him the finger, but continues to stare lovingly nonetheless. Some say when you get married, everything changes and the spark is lost, but Michael feels the same as he did at three years old on the playground all those years ago.

And maybe it was the movie, or maybe it was the way the heat in the room made Ashton's defined curls stick to his forehead, but something made Michael bring up something he had wanted to a long time ago; children. And the two are not only soulmates; but best friends too so he doesn't have to much trouble blurting out; "Ash, I want to have kids."

It's silent for a bit.

"What?" Ashton questions, voice calm and even.

"I want to have kids," Michael repeats. "With you. We'd adopt, obviously because I don't think I can get pregnant by ass fucking-"

"No, I heard you," Ashton interrupts, " I just didn't think you were serious." Oh. Michael grabs the remote to press the pause button on their movie.

"So...what do you think about it? About kids?"

"I don't think so, Mikey." Ashton sighs, he hated disappointing Michael but he knew this conversation would come eventually.

"I've wanted to be a dad my entire life, Ashton. You know this."

"I know. And that doesn't mean I've ever agreed to it. I don't want kids Mike, I'm not ready for that. This isn't up for discussion." He is beginning to lose his patience.