Mileven Stories

Blizzard Me a Mess (1995)

It was six months into El's pregnancy when she discovered just how out of control her hormones were. Her emotional range was thrown off completely which left her feeling as though all of the positive quirks and ticks that had made her herself were now missing.

On top of that, her body was continually going through changes. There was at least one new stretch mark a week that formed on her stomach and she was quickly discovering that her breasts no longer fit comfortably in her bras.

Taking all of these uncontrollable conditions into consideration made her feel as if it was only fair that she got to indulge in every craving that channeled through her bloodstream.

In that moment El had decided that what she needed most was an ice cream sundae. She had been in bed trying to find a peaceful nap while Mike was somewhere else in the apartment working on the novel he was writing.

Feeling too lazy to move, Eleven decided to use the loudest voice she could muster to get her husband's attention.

"Mike! Mike!", she called out.

As soon as she had shut her mouth, her ears picked up on a collection of brutal noises. First was the sound of Mike whacking his shin off the dining room table.

"Ow, nope, moving on, ignore the pain", he muttered.

The second thing she heard was his socks smacking against their hardwood flooring. And lastly, she heard his heavy breathing coming from the foot of their bed.

Although he was still winded from his adrenaline rush, Mike managed to ask as many questions he could possibly think of, "what's going on? Did you feel the baby's first kick? Do you need me to run you a bath?"

El looked up at him innocently before releasing a small giggle. Her husband looked like he had just been through a crisis all while having ran a marathon.

While she was laughing Mike shuffled himself next to her on the bed. He grabbed her cheeks and examined her face for signs of something being wrong. After discovering that she was okay, he furrowed his brows.

"Did you need me from me something, babe? What's going on in that head of your's?", he questioned as he jokingly tapped her head.

She looked up into his dark brown eyes and fluttered her eyelashes to assure he was being captivated by her.

"Mike, I really need ice cream. Will you please come with me to the Dairy Queen that we used to go to during college? I know you're busy doing hard work, but your girls really need a peanut butter chocolate sundae", she pleaded and finished her request with a precious pout before laying her hand on her stomach for extra measure.

As soon as Mike could escape from her hypnotizing gaze, he huffed out a breath that was strong enough to temporarily move a few curls away from his forehead.

"El, you know you don't have to beg me for something. If ice cream is what you and our baby want, then it's what you are going to go get!"

Right as he finished declaring that he would do anything for his love, he felt an eager kiss placed on his lips that lasted way too shortly for his liking. But, before he could lean in and capture his wife's lips again, he felt the bed shift and saw her moving out of the room.

"Come on, babe! Let's go!", she shouted.

He playfully rolled his eyes before quickly following after the giddy woman.

About a half hour later the couple had found themselves cuddled up in a booth. Eleven had finished her sundae within a blink of an eye, so she was now picking at the sweet treat Mike had ordered.