Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

\epilogue/

[five years later]

[so like 2019]

“I swear to God, Michael you’re gonna drop her if you don’t stop,” Liane smiles fondly at Michael running around their living room, pretending to fly the giggling two year old in his arms.

“I’m not gonna drop her, babe, I promise,” he assures her, stopping his movement to press a bunch of kisses to the dark haired girl, causing another fit of giggles to erupt through her mouth.

“I don’t think Ashlyn meant ‘throw my two year old around your living room’ when she asked if we could watch Melody,” she teases, taking her from Michael and setting her down in front of the television that was playing one of her children shows.

“I bet you Ashton does the same thing.”

“And I bet you Ashlyn says the same thing I do,” she shoots back playfully.

“Fine, but I’ll be sure to throw around little Michael Jr. around when he’s big enough, yeah?” He grins.

“We are not naming my son that,” she argues for what seems the tenth time, clutching her baby bump gently.

“But it’s a great name, baby,” he defends.

“I’m gonna go make lunch. Watch Melody.” She makes her way towards the kitchen before stopping to add, “And keep her on the ground.” Michael lets out a quiet laugh, waving her off.

While Liane is making sandwiches for her, Michael and Melody, she catches sight of her wedding ring and she smiles down fondly at it like she has every day for the past two and a half years.

“Babe,” Michael calls, making his way towards the kitchen with Melody in tow.

“What’s wrong?” Liane questions, instantly growing worried.

“Nothing,” he grins, turning her around by her waist, “but I love you.”

//

[nine years later]

[so like 2028]

“Be careful with that, Jason,” Melody whispers as her, Jason, and Jaime make their way to Michael and Liane’s room. “Do you want me to hold it?”

“No, I can do it,” the eight year old whines, clutching the two glasses of orange juice in his tiny hands.

“Am I doing good, Melly?” Jaime asks with her cute voice, holding up the plate with the four slices of toast. Melody laughs and nods her head before gently pushing open their bedroom door.