It was Sunday night. You were upstairs in yours and Michael's bedroom, just thinking. Of nothing and everything at the same time. You decided it was time to tell Michael something really important, something you've been meaning to tell him for a long time of your marriage. Well, I guess it's time you think to yourself. You pace around the room, thinking of how you're going to do this.

Hey, Michael, you know I love you, right? No, he's going to think I want him to do something for me.

Hey, Michael, this is important. No, sounds like bad news.

Michael...Lets have kids. Nah, I can't just break it to him straight away? Can I?

After contemplating it in your head over and over, you think of something that seems alright to say, then decide to just go with that.

You walk downstairs and see Michael sitting on the couch in comfortable clothing, and his curly black hair out, half pinned back with a few strands framing his symmetrical face.

"Hey, Michael?" You call to get his attention.

"Yes, (Y/N?)"

"Um, can I get your attention for a few minutes please?" You ask as you walk over and sit down next to him.

"Sure," he turns the TV off. "What's up?" He asks as he takes your hand in his. You love how he can give you his full attention when you need him.

"Well, I've been thinking about a lot of things lately."

"About?" He motions for you to continue.

"You. Me. Us."

He chuckles a little and asks, "Well, what about you, me, us?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course, I love you more."

You smile and continue, "Well I was just thinking that," you look into his eyes, "you're such a great husband and I respect and admire you so, so much. And I don't think I ever loved anybody this much before in my life. Which means you'll also be a great daddy..."

His face lights up a little and he says, "(Y/N)..."

"So, what I'm asking is...Will you have children with me?"

With that, he instantly jumps up and hugs you like never before, pushing you down on the sofa.

"Oh (Y/N), you don't know how happy this makes me," he says kissing you everywhere. You're relieved with his answer and the nervousness is gone, replaced with happiness and love for him. You suddenly both get lost in kissing each other and practically making out, that he then grabs both of your legs while holding you up and taking you upstairs; you're arms are flung around his neck as you both continue to kiss.

Once you arrive to the bedroom, he places you down on the bed, and says to you,
"Girl, we better get started then," he whispers seductively in your ear.

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