Michael Clifford Imagines

Tea Party?

"Stick your pinky out, daddy." Jane, my four year old, demands gently as her two year old sister, Elise, giggles. Michael sighs quietly and does what he is told. He's a saint for doing this. I watch the three of them with a smile. Jane and Elise wear their tiaras and matching tutu's as Michael's wears a gold crown. I return back to my computer and type away. "More tea, my ladies?" Michael asks in a proper tone and they both nod. He pours apple juice into their tea cups. "Thank you, daddy." Elise whispers before slurping her "tea". He smiles at his two girls before eating his cookie. "Mr. Snuggles wants more tea too." Jane says before smiling at her teddy bear. I contain my laugh and rest my hand on top my huge belly. "Of course." Michael says with a smile. I giggle a little and he looks over to me, giving me a wink which makes me melt. "No, slouching, daddy." Jane says and Elise giggles again. "Sorry." He mumbles before doing so. After the tea party, bathing the girls and putting them to bed, he sits down beside me and rests his head on my shoulder. I smile and kiss his head. "Thank you for doing that." I whisper and he nods his head. "No need to thank me. It's what I love to do." He says with a smile. "They really love their daddy." I say with a laugh and he chuckles. "You and them mean the world to me," He whispers. "Oh and of course, you too little man." He says leaning his head to my stomach and kissing it. I smile at him and he leans back up and kisses my lips. "You're literally the best." I giggle against his lips while cupping his cheeks with my palms. "I wouldn't be if I didn't have you." He whispers before kissing me again