birthday baby // muke sequel

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Michael's POV

Luke was getting better around me, however he was still a little cautious, but I was okay with that. He never wanted to get hit, and he never expected it from me.

This entire week I've been showering him in kisses, telling him I love him at least twice every five minutes, and I've been hugging him non-stop I really wanna make Luke mine, forever. I just feel like he isn't ready. He's only nineteen, I'm twenty, and currently he has a small trust issue with me.

Right now he's sitting in the living room with Logan asleep on his stomach. I slowly walked into the room, and sat in front of the couch, facing him. He lightly smile at me, and it could tell he was tired. "Hey baby. Are you t- oh. What's this?" I asked, pulling out a flyer I had purposely put under the couch. I pulled it up, and he slowly took it out of my hands.

"Mayday parades coming back to Sydney." He smiled, and looked at me. "I remember that night." He quietly laughed. I brought my hand up to his head, and brushed my fingers through the hair behind his ear. "I remember getting lost, and it took an 9hour to find me. Then I remember driving to the hotel when you threw a condom at me. Then I remember when we made love for the first time." He whispered, and smiled at me. I smiled, and pulled out two skinny strips of paper from my pocket.

I laid them down on his chest, and he picked them up, smiling at the concert tickets in his hands. "I love you." He smiled, and turned to look at me. He held Logan steady on his stomach, and leaned down to kiss me softly. Once he pulled back, I smiled at him, and asked, "So. Be honest. Don't just say it to make me feel better, but do you really forgive me for what i did? I'll be okay if you don't." He removed the backwards hat from my head, and ran his hand through my hair. "I do forgive you, Michael." He whispered.

"Like honestly. You actually forgive me?" I asked hopefully. He smiled and nodded. "I do. Just please never do it again." He whispered, and slightly pouted his lip. I nodded, and kissed his forehead. "I won't." I whispered. He sat up, and I sat on the couch beside him. I pulled the footrest up, and reclined my feet on it. Luke snuggled into my side, and let Logan lay on my lap. I turned off the lamp, and looked forward at the tv. He was watching hardcore pawn, and thankfully all the curse words were beeped out. I would hate for Logan's first word to be a curse word.

"Are you tired?" I asked Luke, and threw my arm around him. He nodded, and looked up at me. I ran my hand through the back of his hair, and he closed his eyes softly, laying back down on my side again.

I'm sorry it was short..,, 25 votes, 3 comments?