Morning Glory

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Rolling over, Mike patted the empty space beside him. He fluttered his eyes open, sitting up to see where his wife was.

He heard pots banging downstairs, so Mike slid out of bed and walked down.

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, he stood silently watching his wife.

She stood in the kitchen, spatula in hand, dancing and singing along to the music blaring through the speakers.

"Oh, look what you made me do. Look what you made me do." Carrie sang into the spatula, shaking her hips back and forth to the music as she flipped pancakes.

A smile stretched across Mike's face. Five years of marriage and he still didn't know how he had gotten so lucky with her.

Watching her, Mike's mind flashed back to the previous night.

"Mike." Carrie said, tracing the words on his tshirt as she cuddled against him. She had one leg draped over his legs and her head on his heart. Mike had his arm under her, his fingers playing with her hair as they laid in bed.

"Hmm?" He turned his head, her voice pulling him out of his trance.

"I'm pregnant."

"What?" Mike raised his head, alarmed at the words that had just come out of her mouth so effortlessly.

"I'm pregnant." Carrie repeated, this time with a large smile on her face.

"Are you serious? Like, we're going to have a baby?"

"Mhmm."

"Oh my goodness, Carrie!" Mike exclaimed, sitting up to hug his wife. The couple had been trying for a while now. "I can't believe this!"

Mike cupped her face and kissed her multiple times. He let his forehead fall against hers, their faces only inches away now.

"We're finally going to be parents." He whispered, huge smiles on both their faces.

Happy tears filled Carrie's eyes. She kissed him again, letting the kiss linger as long as possible.

"I love you so much."

"Oh gosh! I didn't know you were standing there!" Carrie squealed, blushing when she noticed Mike watching her.

"Have I ever told you how adorable you are?" Mike grinned, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Carrie's cheeks became even more red as she looked down and fiddled with her fingers.

"I love you." Mike gushed, walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his chin rest on her shoulder. "Especially knowing you're carrying my child in this cute little belly of yours."

Carrie giggled, squeezing her shoulders together as Mike kissed her neck. His fingers swirled around her toned stomach.

"Quit it, I'm gonna burn the pancakes." She laughed, trying to push him off of her.

"Who cares about the pancakes? I'd rather have you." He smirked.

"Don't be dirty." She slapped his arm that was still around her waist.

"I'm always dirty for you." He whispered, slapping her butt as he pulled away.

"You're gross!"

"But you love me anyways." Mike smiled, kissing her cheek. He hopped up onto the counter to watch her finish making pancakes.

Mike grabbed Carrie's phone, scrolling through her playlist to pick another song. He clicked on "Work From Home" by Fifth Harmony.

"Care to keep dancing?" He smirked.

"What's up with you today? I try to cook a simple celebratory breakfast and all you want to do is get me into bed again! We literally just had sex like 12 hours ago!"

"Because I love you, and you always look extra hot after good sex."

Carrie rolled her eyes, putting the pancakes on a plate. "Go take a cold shower or something."

"Breakfast is ready and I intend to eat it without any distractions, you can either join me or go fix your problem yourself." She smiled cheekily at her husband, walking to the kitchen table with the pancakes. She made sure to sway her hips back and forth in the process.

Mike frowned while Carrie carried over the other plates and ignored him.

"Are you really gonna leave me eating by myself?"

"Needy needy." Mike hopped off the counter and sat down beside her at the table.

"Do you have anything to do today?"

"I actually don't. I was going to listen to some demos and maybe write a little, but I can do that another day, why?" Carrie asked, covering her pancakes in syrup.

"Just thought we could spend the day together at home, celebrate the baby." He smiled.

"You just want more sex." She laughed, rolling her eyes. "But sure, that sounds great."

"Geez, you're eager." Carrie laughed, feeling Mike rub her leg with his foot, gradually getting higher as they finished breakfast.

Mike continued to finish his breakfast, acting as if nothing was happening under the table.

"Okay." Carrie inhaled sharply when she felt his toe start pressing into her middle. "That's enough."

"Let's go." She stood up, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the kitchen. Mike followed behind with a smirk, immediately pinning her against the wall as soon as they reached the room.

"I love you." He whispered, slipping her shirt off in one fluid motion so they could again celebrate the little miracle they'd created inside her.

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