You were laying on your boyfriends lap on a sofa in front of a fireplace in Polly's living room.You and Michael had been dating for some time now.
From the day he first set eyes on you in the Garrison he knew you were the one.
He was stroking your hair with a cigarette in hand looking down and admiring you as you smiled softly at him.
"I can't wait till your my wife" Michael says
"Me neither" you reply kissing his hand
"Yeah we'll have a big wedding...bigger than Tommy's" he said tickling you
You giggled and started to grin thinking about when that day comes
"Yep.Goodness Michael getting married.I can't wait.The white dress with lace sleeves.Hair up in a fancy up-do curtesy of Ada and stunning makeup all thanks to Polly.Walking down the isle and just seeing everyone smiling and then after everyone happy eating and dancing"
"Then before you know it y/n we'll have our own little family.Our children will be so beautiful because they'll take after you their amazingly beautiful mother...and Pol will finally be a grandma"
"Michael"
He hummed in response to show he was listening
"How many kids can we have?"
"I don't know" he replied looking down at you "1...2...3,4,5,6,7" he said again tickling you.
Michael was always soft with you and you were the only person to ever see this side of him and you loved that.
To everyone else he was a brainy cold gangsta but to you he was your soft caring boyfriend and occasionally mikey when you wanted something.
