52 - 17 years later (st)

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*a/n: part 5*

24/05/2018

A lot of people say "oh being a mother is fantastic" but no, it's a fucking handful but obviously with no help of a father figure, it'd be hard. As years progressed taking care of Micha alone gradually became less handful-ly for you as he eventually learned to do shit himself.

"Mom!" You whip your head to find your son standing at the front door which you didn't even hear open and shut.

"Hey, you're home?"

"Yeah, can you come here for a sec?"

"Ah no, you come here," you say with attitude but he wasn't having it. Sometimes you questioned who was the authoritative one.

You huff and push off the couch you were sitting on, walking up to him as he places his hands on your shoulder lovingly as you eye him with suspicion "mom, don't be mad but-"

"But what? Micha Finn Richie y/l/n what have you done?!"

"Ma calm down."

"Calm down! What is it? Are you smoking? Drinking? Are you going to jail?!"

"I have a girlfriend!" He yells over your tiny voice as you stare blankly at your son's 6ft build, blinking more than usual, processing everything he has said.

"A-A girlfriend? Oh, t-that's wonderful."

"And ... I want you to meet her."

Your eyes widen, "she's here?"

He nods, "outside."

"Oh my god," you cover your face from embarrassment, "she must think your mom is mental."

"She thinks your worse actually," a wave of panic washes you as your hand automatically comes up and slaps Micha's arm with a scoff, "I'm kidding mom. Just be nice, please?"

You pout your lips, "aww you're in love. You're so cute. Don't worry, I promise I'll be nice."

He opens the front door as a female stands outside looking cute in her daisy dress and her curls. Daisy dress. Curls. Daisy dress. Curls.

She was dressed in a daisy dress and she had a small face with the chubbiest cheeks ever. Possessed curly hair that was no longer than her shoulders.

"Holy shit."

"Mom!" He says as you look up at Micha with a look.

"Who told you to speak to your mom this way?"

"Who told you to speak rudely to my girlfriend this way?"

"It's not that Micha. I think I know her," you breathe out.

"What?" Micha says which intercepts with her, "excuse me?"

"Y/s/n Wheeler?"

"Yeah, that's me," a look of confusion washing over her face.

"Your father and I grew up together in Hawkins, Indiana. Where your parents met. Your father and I reunited at a park near here like 17 years ago and you were about to turn 2. That's where you and Micha met," both of them look at each other with shock visible on their faces, "but please, come in," you slap Micha's arm once again, "how dare you leave the lady outside. Where are your manners young man?"

***

For the next few hours was one Micha would never forget. The one where you and his girlfriend finally met and you loved her. She was beautiful which equalled beautiful grandchildren, smart, athletic, sweet, a heart of gold. You could see the pure love that your child and y/s/n shared and it was nostalgic since it's the way you and Mike use to look at each other.

Suddenly a knock at the door, "that must be my dad," y/s/n said as your eyes widen at her before diverting your gaze towards the door.

"Mom?" Micha questioned.

"I'll um...answer it. Mike and I have a lot to catch up on. Just give me a few minutes."

You get up from your seat and slowly make your way towards the door with your fingers knotted in front of you.

Sliding your hand over the knob and opening it slowly you meet the eyes of Mike Wheeler.

You watch his eyes widen as a slight smile forms on your face, "hi Mike," you greet softly.

"Y/n," he breathes out from shock, "I came to pick up my daughter. I must've got the wrong house."

"Nope. You got the right house. She's inside with Micha."

A flustered look overtakes his face and then: "your son is the boyfriend of my daughter."

"Yeah. What coincidence right?" You joke.

"Right. This must be the world's twisted fate because we're not together," your smile wavers. Not because you remembered the fact that you were no longer together and haven't been in decades but the fact that those words might be true despite you not believing in fate.

"I'm sorry—"

"No. Don't be."

"Y/n—"

"Mike, don't."

"I still think about you."

"You have a wife and a beautiful daughter."

"I just wanted you to know. I know we couldn't happen anymore."

"Right."

"Right," he says shortly after.

You turn back and call out, "y/s/n."

A second later she appears and gives her boyfriend one last peck before leaving the property.

"Well, it was nice to see you again y/n, after 17 years."

"And you," you bid him farewell with one last smile before he made his way to his car and you shutting the door behind you.

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