100 Ways to Say 'I Love You' | Mileven 💕✅

91. I hope you like it

91. I hope you like it.

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It was Mike's birthday, what felt like one of the millions that El has spent with him. It was only their second as a married couple; celebrating his birthday.

Every year, El goes crazy and decorates the living room to celebrate.

Every year, Mike tells her that she needn't do it. But she does anyway.

(But Mike does the same thing to her for her birthday...)

This year's gift from her to him was different.

In a blue box, held an envelope and some sticks that would change their lives forever.

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The final box to open was El's. Mike always saved El's present for last - he always has done since she learnt when his birthday was and what a present was.

Mike always savoured what El had carefully wrapped for him, and it was always something meaningful and cherishable whenever he received it.

("What do you get the boy who has everything?" The boys had always said, everything that Mike wanted in life, was wrapped up in one person. El.)

Before he opened the box, El spoke up. "I hope you like it," she meekly says, looking down at her lap, refusing to look into Mike's eyes.

Mike lifted El's chin so she was looking him in the eye. "Baby, it came from you, I'll love it even if it was a turd in there," this got a light giggle out of El (which Mike called a win) before pulling off the lid. "El? Please tell me this is real,"

Mike pulls out a black and white photograph of a peanut shaped blob. It's the kind of thing where you want to draw a tophat, spectacles and little arms and legs on the picture so that it look like Mr. Peanut from the adverts Mike and El have seen so much. Also in the box, are three white stick. Not just any white stick.

Three. POSITIVE. Pregnancy. Sticks.

"Yes. Real," Mike knew instantly that El was scared, she'd reverted back to the old days when she doesn't say much at all.

A look of pure job lit up Mike's face. He let out a laugh of joy, and wrapped his arms around her. "We're having a baby!" He shouted for joy and happiness, spinning her around and gently putting her back down on his feet.

"You're not angry?" She asks, scared that Mike was angry that she was pregnant. It was a struggle, that it was a chance that El couldn't ever have the family that her and Mike had dreamed of. But, now they were expecting their little miracle.

Mike looked at his wife like she was crazy. "Angry? Why would I be angry?" He asks, reaching up to tangle the fingers of one hand in her hair, and the other rested where the next generation was slowly growing and developing. "This is the life that we've always wanted, even though the doctor's said there was a million in one chance that this would happen, it happened. We're having a baby!" Mike smiled, rubbing where their baby rests.