Mileven Stories

Power Couple (1995)

I wrote this semi-rushed piece of trash while watching one of my favorite romcoms and as a result, it ended up partially influencing this. Please read the notes at the end of this!
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Icy flurries were falling from the brisk cool sky as Mike and El fluttered down the street. The couple had been on a crucial mission and were finally heading back towards their warm apartment with handfuls of snacks to match the baby's cravings.

Mike's arms were currently weighted by several filled grocery bags as he had insisted on carrying them all so that his pregnant wife did not need to lift a finger.

They were only a block away from the apartment building when El abruptly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. She tilted her head back and squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she stuck her tongue out. Her husband stood there, absolutely dumbfounded by how entirely lucky he was to have married a woman like Eleven. She had this immaculate radiance that seemed to shine brighter with each passing day.

El finished indulging in her childlike motion before bursting into a fit of laughter, "babe, if you're going to leave your mouth open like that, at least look up so that you can catch the snow."

A royal red tint consumed his freckled cheeks; partially due to the cold weather, but mostly because he had been caught blatantly ogling at the love of his life.

"I-I can't help it," he stuttered as he reached over and clasped her glove covered hand with his own, "I can't take my eyes off you."

El rolled her eyes before a look of mischief took over her face. She knew his last statement sounded too familiarly cheesy and couldn't stop herself from making a scene.

Mike nearly combusted when she loudly sang in a purposely off-pitch key, "you'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much! At last long lov—"

Her show was intended to last much longer, but was cut short when Mike swooped in and interrupted her performance with a kiss. Her hand automatically wrapped around the back of his neck as her body naturally pulled him in closer. The two were so wrapped up in their very public display of affection that they could barely hear the disapproving comments that were being made by the many pedestrians that were passing by.

After a few moments, the duo had to separate for air. They kept their eyes locked on each other, both feeling the intoxicating effects of their sweltering stares.

"Let's go home, lover," El whispered, brushing against his lips one last time before taking a few small steps back.

Mike hurried after her and kept their hands intertwined the rest of the way, lightly swinging them in a comforting manner. They had just entered the lobby of their apartment building when the crushing pressure of the bags he had wrapped around his free arm came crashing down on him. He tried to shrug it off, but El could tell he was feeling pain.

"It's not going to hurt me or the baby if I carry a few bags. Please let me help," she pleaded while reaching over to take some of the burden off him.

However, Mike was an incredibly stubborn person by nature. He had always been hardheaded his entire life and it seems that aging only made that quality become more evident.

"I got this, babe. Just four flights of stairs and then neither of us will have to worry about carrying a thing," he assured her before taking a step closer towards the staircase.

Eleven huffed, "let me help you. Give me a few bags."

He pettily ignored her soothing voice, booking it even closer to the stairs, but soon found this was the wrong decision as his inability to move smoothly rang clear when he accidentally ran into a solid form.