Asian Kiss: Sweet Caroline
Title: Sweet Caroline
Pairing: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: PG
Summary: Mike has never been so tired in his life, nor had he thought Tina could be so gorgeous with drool in her hair.
No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you; this is a new chapter of Asian Kiss! I really do apologize for taking so long to update this story. Enjoy!
Tina’s stunningly gorgeous even at four am. Mike’s known this for a long time, since the first time she stayed the night and he woke up and saw her just lying there warm and soft and naked in his bed when they were teenagers, but this is a completely different kind of gorgeous. The black bathrobe he bought her last Christmas is hanging open, the loose ties swaying as she pads softly across the carpet with blue plaid pj pants resting low on her hips, and Solomon, their cat, seems equally as mesmerized by the ties as Mike is by her. Sure, her hair is a mess and falling out of the ponytail she keeps it in these days, and there’s a stain of spit up on the bottom of her grey tank top, but Mike honestly doesn’t know if he could pick between her on their wedding day and the way she looks now. And yeah, she would laugh at him if he said it out loud, because she’s really conscious of her body these days, but if Mike thought she looked amazing pregnant, which she totally did, it’s nothing compared to now. He only wishes he were more awake to admire her.
He’s so, so unbelievably tired; Mike honestly can’t remember what it feels like actually sleep anymore. He also doesn’t know what silence sounds like anymore either, but it’s the sleep issue that’s way more pressing at the moment. It feels almost like his body has forgotten how to sleep. Like it doesn’t get that at a certain point it’s just not supposed to function anymore on this little sleep; he’s basically been expecting to just collapse in the middle of choreography for the last couple days, but so far it hasn’t happened. And yeah, it would be embarrassing and he’d never live it down, but it’d probably guarantee him at least four hours of solid sleep and that would be glorious.
One hand swipes out to bat at Solomon as he begins to make a move from its position beside Mike to dangling bathrobe ties, rolling his head along the mint green wall to stare at the cat. They’ve got a tumultuously questionable relationship on the best of days, seeing as they’re the main men in Tina’s life and that means they can’t help but compete for Tina’s attention, even though when he thinks about it Mike can’t believe he freaking thinks he has to compete with a cat. But if he had to guess, and yeah he’s so damn tired he’s psycho-analyzing a cat now, he’d say Solomon is just as messed up by the lack of sleep as Mike is. Serves him right.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“No…”
If he feels tired, it’s probably nothing like Tina feels. Because while Mike could technically be curled in bed sleeping, Tina can’t. She’s awake and after getting up with her the first couple nights, in which everything was new and amazing and so freaking perfect even though they were getting up every few hours, Mike stayed in bed and did his best to just make Tina as warm and comfortable as possible when she actually could sleep. But they’re on night three of the ‘epic-cold-of-doom’ that’s turned their perfect, adorable baby into a mucus snorting, won’t settle down and sleep, you want me to take her temperature where, oh dear god how did we ever think we could do this mutant. And Mike means mutant in the nicest way possible because he really does love his daughter and when Caroline’s actually sleeping she’s perfect and adorable again; he’s fairly certain the whole thing is traumatizing Tina and him far more than it’s going to mess her up in the long run. But he couldn’t wake up with a clear conscience in the morning after a full night’s sleep knowing that Tina’s running on nothing and he’s being a lazy ass just because he doesn’t have boobs.
And yeah, he’s pretty useless when Caroline’s hungry, which is often enough and seems to make her output of snot worse right afterward and Tina didn’t think it was very funny to suggest cutting back on the feeding thing until she’s not a snot machine, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely useless. He doesn’t have Tina’s singing voice, which is obviously the preferable voice in their house, but it’s not like Caroline screams worse when he takes a turn at it while Tina falls asleep in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. He’s taken that as a positive his daughter doesn’t hate him completely because honestly, Mike was completely sure she was going to come out, take one look at him and one look at Tina and decide right then and there that he was totally not worthy of being her parent. Because it feels like it sometimes, or for the last three days, when there’s nothing he can do right for her. No amount of singing, or holding, or rocking, or warm baths, or using a freaking mini turkey baster to clear out her nose seems to help and he feels useless and incompetent and Mike’s certain she’s judging him as a complete failure of a parent.
“Seriously, Tee. Let me do something, you’re bagged.”
“I just don’t…. okay.”
It takes few a few seconds to cross the room and Solomon makes a hasty exit as she comes closer; he’s not really sure what to do with the newest household addition when they’re up close and personal. Mike feels similar sometimes except he’s her father so he can’t really run away and hide in the linen closet when it gets scary. He stretches his legs out on the ground and grabs Tina’s outstretched hand to support her as she slowly sinks to the ground, her other arm bent at the elbow to support the squirming arms and legs that she’s been trying to calm for the past hour. It takes them a minute to settle comfortably; Mike sits up a bit straighter as Tina nestles her side into his chest, tucking her head under his chin while her knees bend to arch over his left leg. He’s pretty sure she’d be more comfortable with her back against his chest but Mike likes her like this, he likes them like this, all three of them, because he can wrap one arm around Tina’s waist without hesitation- they’ve been together so long it’s habit- while the other gently holds onto one of the tiny pink hands making a grab at his t-shirt.
Mike can’t believe how tiny Caroline’s fingers are. How she has tiny little knuckles, and tiny little nails, and there’s a tiny little foot in a dark purple onesie with a white skull on it that’s currently kicking him repeatedly but he doesn’t care. At this moment he doesn’t care that he has to be up in two hours, or that his daughter has a giant snot bubble coming out of her nose, or that in fifteen years there’ll be boys knocking on his door because she’s going to be gorgeous like her mother and yeah, he’s already worried about stuff like that. Tina’s breathing has evened out and even though he knows she’s still awake from the slow stroke of her thumb against his thigh, Mike gently reaches to the towel thrown over Tina’s shoulder and uses it to both wipe up the drool that’s collecting at the corner of Caroline’s mouth and the snot bubble that popped, thankfully, without getting on him like earlier. That had been one of the grosser moments of parenthood so far. And even though he tries to be gentle because she seems to be settling down somewhat by resting at an angle on Tina’s knees, and dear god maybe they could get some sleep just like this, the moment Mike pulls the towel away from her nose it wrinkles and he recoils slightly; even though she’s all of nine pounds eight ounces Caroline has a pair of lungs he’s attributing to his wife. God help him when she’s a teenager and fighting with Tina.
“No, no, no, baby girl. C’mon… it’s okay.”
Mike thinks for a second that the shrill shriek might just be a one-time thing as he rubs Caroline’s stomach, putting on his best smile in hopes of putting her at ease. He’d be kind of pissy too if someone was grabbing at his nose. But there’s a second of silence before she takes another deep breath and the golden silence that they had been basking in is gone in a flail of limbs. Tina’s eyes fly open as Caroline gets her fingers wound through a long strand of loose hair and her body jerks forward, Mike reaching to try and pry their daughter’s fingers off. Kid has a grip of steel.
“She’s supposed to be quiet!”
“She’s a baby, Mike. They cry,” Tina sighs, jiggling her knees.
“But she’s our baby!”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“She’s so shy she didn’t want to come out-”
“Don’t I know it,” Tina mutters.
“-I just figured she’d be quiet like us.”
Okay, so maybe Mike isn’t actually naive enough to actually think that Caroline would be quiet just because Tina and he aren’t known for their extroverted personalities. She’s a baby, and a sick one at that, and he’s got enough second cousins to know that babies aren’t known for their quiet nature, no matter who their parents are. But by the time day ten of Tina being overdue rolled around maybe Mike had sort of hoped that their daughter would be a bit more laid back- a bit more chill- than Finn and Rachel’s daughter who had been way overdue, but then again any child of Rachel Berry’s would have a flair for the loud and dramatic. And even when Caroline did come into the world, after many hours that Mike would rather not think about because blood is something he doesn’t do well with and a screaming, swearing Tina even less so, she seemed pretty nonchalant. Like ‘yeah, I’m here, I know you were all waiting for me but whatever; can you please stop starring?’. She really hadn’t even cried all that much; mostly just looked at them with big brown eyes that are exactly like Tina’s and the most adorable tuft of black hair before going to sleep.
“You mean you hoped she would.”
“ Sort of, yeah,” he grins even though they’re both looking at Caroline.
“She won’t be like this forever…”
“I know,” Mike runs his thumb over her cheek, “Who knew two and a half months old would mean she’d be so big?”
“Almost halfway to six months…”
“Then she’ll be sitting and crawling and-”
“Oh god, and then she’ll be able to call us Mommy and Daddy and-”
It took a while for Mike to get used to Tina’s pregnancy hormones, especially in her second trimester when ice cream wasn’t any good without mustard and he was continuously guilty of smiling at her the wrong way. And maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration but for about four months Mike had to perpetually bite back the desire to ask Tina what planet she came from and a dude can’t live in those conditions forever, right? It was stressful. That’s not to say there weren’t amazing things about Tina being pregnant, like how she glowed even though Mike thought that was a bunch of junk when Quinn was pregnant back in high school and had to eat a lot of crow when he let it slip to Tina, and how her stomach slowly got larger and more rounded and Mike could see that there was really a person in there. And her chest- Mike still doesn’t have words for what pregnancy did to Tina’s already amazing chest. But they survived, mostly by Mike calling Puck in the middle of the night to get brilliant advice like ‘massage her feet’ and ‘don’t let her watch chick flicks- she’ll get tears and snot on your shirt’ and closer to Tina’s due date Puck liked to end their conversations with ‘don’t be a pussy’. Great advice.
But now when Tina tears up from whatever post-pregnancy hormones she’s got going on, Mike’s a hell of a lot more accustomed to pulling her closer into his chest and rubbing her back slowly as she cries it out. Even though Tina’s way over the ice cream with mustard phase, Mike’s labelled her new phase as ‘crying over anything remotely motherly and sappy’. And it’s not like it’s a bad thing, because knowing that Caroline’s going to look at him one day and say ‘dada’ or ‘daddy’ or whatever kind of makes him sentimental in a manly, guyish sort of way without the need for tears; although he did totally cry when Caroline was born but it was either that or pass out from the blood. But he hasn’t had the urge since to cry when they gave Caroline her first bath, or took their first family picture for Christmas, which had been a hellacious nightmare and terrible idea as far as Mike was concerned with a camera-shy three-week old, or when she laughed for the first time; Tina had started sniffling and he had made a run for their video camera and another box of Kleenex and by the time he had gotten back both Caroline and Tina were in full-blown hysterics in the living room.
“Sorry” Tina mumbles into his chest, a good ten minutes later.
“S’okay. Wanna tissue?”
“No,” she fists a handful of Mike’s shirt and rubs it over her face, “I’m good.”
“Glad to be of use.”
He can feel Tina relax back into him and Mike’s hand slides back down to rest on the bare skin beneath shirt, finger hooking into the elastic waistband of her sweats. He’s always loved touching her, how could he not, but since Caroline it’s like he has to touch her all the time. Like something as silly as his fingers on her has become everything. It’s comfortable sitting like this, even though his tailbone is so going to hurt when he tries to get up eventually and he’ll be dancing all day with a crick in his neck, but this has become his new comfortable; sitting on the floor with his girls.
“She’s asleep,” Tina finally whispers and it takes a lot of effort for Mike to open his eyes.
“Mhm.”
“Should we put her back in the crib?”
“No,” he yawns, “I have to be up soon. Let’s just sleep here.”
“Good. So exhausted.”
“Should I move the towel?”
Both their eyes focus on the towel resting over Mike’s leg for a moment, the purple elephants not so much purple anymore but an odd tie-dye of yellow and green and a bit of brown and whatever other colours baby snot, spit, drool, and coughing create. It seems like a lot of effort to reach over to move it when it’s not actually in the way.
“God no. There’s more spit and snot on both of us than that towel.”
“Charming, Tee.”
“Hey, I found time to wash the drool out of my hair earlier.”
“Actually…”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Mike.”
He presses a kiss to the crown of Tina’s head and lets his own fall back against the wall, tilted slightly to the side. Tina shifts for a second against him and Caroline’s little hands come up to fist Mike’s shirt as her head nestles the space on his chest that’s not taken up by her mother’s; with her body supported by Tina’s raised knees, Mike lets his hand skim over her fine hair before settling on her back. There’s barely a whimper as his gaze shifts to Tina.
“You did look gorgeous with drool in your hair though…”
“Mike.”
Pairing: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: PG
Summary: Mike has never been so tired in his life, nor had he thought Tina could be so gorgeous with drool in her hair.
No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you; this is a new chapter of Asian Kiss! I really do apologize for taking so long to update this story. Enjoy!
Tina’s stunningly gorgeous even at four am. Mike’s known this for a long time, since the first time she stayed the night and he woke up and saw her just lying there warm and soft and naked in his bed when they were teenagers, but this is a completely different kind of gorgeous. The black bathrobe he bought her last Christmas is hanging open, the loose ties swaying as she pads softly across the carpet with blue plaid pj pants resting low on her hips, and Solomon, their cat, seems equally as mesmerized by the ties as Mike is by her. Sure, her hair is a mess and falling out of the ponytail she keeps it in these days, and there’s a stain of spit up on the bottom of her grey tank top, but Mike honestly doesn’t know if he could pick between her on their wedding day and the way she looks now. And yeah, she would laugh at him if he said it out loud, because she’s really conscious of her body these days, but if Mike thought she looked amazing pregnant, which she totally did, it’s nothing compared to now. He only wishes he were more awake to admire her.
He’s so, so unbelievably tired; Mike honestly can’t remember what it feels like actually sleep anymore. He also doesn’t know what silence sounds like anymore either, but it’s the sleep issue that’s way more pressing at the moment. It feels almost like his body has forgotten how to sleep. Like it doesn’t get that at a certain point it’s just not supposed to function anymore on this little sleep; he’s basically been expecting to just collapse in the middle of choreography for the last couple days, but so far it hasn’t happened. And yeah, it would be embarrassing and he’d never live it down, but it’d probably guarantee him at least four hours of solid sleep and that would be glorious.
One hand swipes out to bat at Solomon as he begins to make a move from its position beside Mike to dangling bathrobe ties, rolling his head along the mint green wall to stare at the cat. They’ve got a tumultuously questionable relationship on the best of days, seeing as they’re the main men in Tina’s life and that means they can’t help but compete for Tina’s attention, even though when he thinks about it Mike can’t believe he freaking thinks he has to compete with a cat. But if he had to guess, and yeah he’s so damn tired he’s psycho-analyzing a cat now, he’d say Solomon is just as messed up by the lack of sleep as Mike is. Serves him right.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“No…”
If he feels tired, it’s probably nothing like Tina feels. Because while Mike could technically be curled in bed sleeping, Tina can’t. She’s awake and after getting up with her the first couple nights, in which everything was new and amazing and so freaking perfect even though they were getting up every few hours, Mike stayed in bed and did his best to just make Tina as warm and comfortable as possible when she actually could sleep. But they’re on night three of the ‘epic-cold-of-doom’ that’s turned their perfect, adorable baby into a mucus snorting, won’t settle down and sleep, you want me to take her temperature where, oh dear god how did we ever think we could do this mutant. And Mike means mutant in the nicest way possible because he really does love his daughter and when Caroline’s actually sleeping she’s perfect and adorable again; he’s fairly certain the whole thing is traumatizing Tina and him far more than it’s going to mess her up in the long run. But he couldn’t wake up with a clear conscience in the morning after a full night’s sleep knowing that Tina’s running on nothing and he’s being a lazy ass just because he doesn’t have boobs.
And yeah, he’s pretty useless when Caroline’s hungry, which is often enough and seems to make her output of snot worse right afterward and Tina didn’t think it was very funny to suggest cutting back on the feeding thing until she’s not a snot machine, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely useless. He doesn’t have Tina’s singing voice, which is obviously the preferable voice in their house, but it’s not like Caroline screams worse when he takes a turn at it while Tina falls asleep in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. He’s taken that as a positive his daughter doesn’t hate him completely because honestly, Mike was completely sure she was going to come out, take one look at him and one look at Tina and decide right then and there that he was totally not worthy of being her parent. Because it feels like it sometimes, or for the last three days, when there’s nothing he can do right for her. No amount of singing, or holding, or rocking, or warm baths, or using a freaking mini turkey baster to clear out her nose seems to help and he feels useless and incompetent and Mike’s certain she’s judging him as a complete failure of a parent.
“Seriously, Tee. Let me do something, you’re bagged.”
“I just don’t…. okay.”
It takes few a few seconds to cross the room and Solomon makes a hasty exit as she comes closer; he’s not really sure what to do with the newest household addition when they’re up close and personal. Mike feels similar sometimes except he’s her father so he can’t really run away and hide in the linen closet when it gets scary. He stretches his legs out on the ground and grabs Tina’s outstretched hand to support her as she slowly sinks to the ground, her other arm bent at the elbow to support the squirming arms and legs that she’s been trying to calm for the past hour. It takes them a minute to settle comfortably; Mike sits up a bit straighter as Tina nestles her side into his chest, tucking her head under his chin while her knees bend to arch over his left leg. He’s pretty sure she’d be more comfortable with her back against his chest but Mike likes her like this, he likes them like this, all three of them, because he can wrap one arm around Tina’s waist without hesitation- they’ve been together so long it’s habit- while the other gently holds onto one of the tiny pink hands making a grab at his t-shirt.
Mike can’t believe how tiny Caroline’s fingers are. How she has tiny little knuckles, and tiny little nails, and there’s a tiny little foot in a dark purple onesie with a white skull on it that’s currently kicking him repeatedly but he doesn’t care. At this moment he doesn’t care that he has to be up in two hours, or that his daughter has a giant snot bubble coming out of her nose, or that in fifteen years there’ll be boys knocking on his door because she’s going to be gorgeous like her mother and yeah, he’s already worried about stuff like that. Tina’s breathing has evened out and even though he knows she’s still awake from the slow stroke of her thumb against his thigh, Mike gently reaches to the towel thrown over Tina’s shoulder and uses it to both wipe up the drool that’s collecting at the corner of Caroline’s mouth and the snot bubble that popped, thankfully, without getting on him like earlier. That had been one of the grosser moments of parenthood so far. And even though he tries to be gentle because she seems to be settling down somewhat by resting at an angle on Tina’s knees, and dear god maybe they could get some sleep just like this, the moment Mike pulls the towel away from her nose it wrinkles and he recoils slightly; even though she’s all of nine pounds eight ounces Caroline has a pair of lungs he’s attributing to his wife. God help him when she’s a teenager and fighting with Tina.
“No, no, no, baby girl. C’mon… it’s okay.”
Mike thinks for a second that the shrill shriek might just be a one-time thing as he rubs Caroline’s stomach, putting on his best smile in hopes of putting her at ease. He’d be kind of pissy too if someone was grabbing at his nose. But there’s a second of silence before she takes another deep breath and the golden silence that they had been basking in is gone in a flail of limbs. Tina’s eyes fly open as Caroline gets her fingers wound through a long strand of loose hair and her body jerks forward, Mike reaching to try and pry their daughter’s fingers off. Kid has a grip of steel.
“She’s supposed to be quiet!”
“She’s a baby, Mike. They cry,” Tina sighs, jiggling her knees.
“But she’s our baby!”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“She’s so shy she didn’t want to come out-”
“Don’t I know it,” Tina mutters.
“-I just figured she’d be quiet like us.”
Okay, so maybe Mike isn’t actually naive enough to actually think that Caroline would be quiet just because Tina and he aren’t known for their extroverted personalities. She’s a baby, and a sick one at that, and he’s got enough second cousins to know that babies aren’t known for their quiet nature, no matter who their parents are. But by the time day ten of Tina being overdue rolled around maybe Mike had sort of hoped that their daughter would be a bit more laid back- a bit more chill- than Finn and Rachel’s daughter who had been way overdue, but then again any child of Rachel Berry’s would have a flair for the loud and dramatic. And even when Caroline did come into the world, after many hours that Mike would rather not think about because blood is something he doesn’t do well with and a screaming, swearing Tina even less so, she seemed pretty nonchalant. Like ‘yeah, I’m here, I know you were all waiting for me but whatever; can you please stop starring?’. She really hadn’t even cried all that much; mostly just looked at them with big brown eyes that are exactly like Tina’s and the most adorable tuft of black hair before going to sleep.
“You mean you hoped she would.”
“ Sort of, yeah,” he grins even though they’re both looking at Caroline.
“She won’t be like this forever…”
“I know,” Mike runs his thumb over her cheek, “Who knew two and a half months old would mean she’d be so big?”
“Almost halfway to six months…”
“Then she’ll be sitting and crawling and-”
“Oh god, and then she’ll be able to call us Mommy and Daddy and-”
It took a while for Mike to get used to Tina’s pregnancy hormones, especially in her second trimester when ice cream wasn’t any good without mustard and he was continuously guilty of smiling at her the wrong way. And maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration but for about four months Mike had to perpetually bite back the desire to ask Tina what planet she came from and a dude can’t live in those conditions forever, right? It was stressful. That’s not to say there weren’t amazing things about Tina being pregnant, like how she glowed even though Mike thought that was a bunch of junk when Quinn was pregnant back in high school and had to eat a lot of crow when he let it slip to Tina, and how her stomach slowly got larger and more rounded and Mike could see that there was really a person in there. And her chest- Mike still doesn’t have words for what pregnancy did to Tina’s already amazing chest. But they survived, mostly by Mike calling Puck in the middle of the night to get brilliant advice like ‘massage her feet’ and ‘don’t let her watch chick flicks- she’ll get tears and snot on your shirt’ and closer to Tina’s due date Puck liked to end their conversations with ‘don’t be a pussy’. Great advice.
But now when Tina tears up from whatever post-pregnancy hormones she’s got going on, Mike’s a hell of a lot more accustomed to pulling her closer into his chest and rubbing her back slowly as she cries it out. Even though Tina’s way over the ice cream with mustard phase, Mike’s labelled her new phase as ‘crying over anything remotely motherly and sappy’. And it’s not like it’s a bad thing, because knowing that Caroline’s going to look at him one day and say ‘dada’ or ‘daddy’ or whatever kind of makes him sentimental in a manly, guyish sort of way without the need for tears; although he did totally cry when Caroline was born but it was either that or pass out from the blood. But he hasn’t had the urge since to cry when they gave Caroline her first bath, or took their first family picture for Christmas, which had been a hellacious nightmare and terrible idea as far as Mike was concerned with a camera-shy three-week old, or when she laughed for the first time; Tina had started sniffling and he had made a run for their video camera and another box of Kleenex and by the time he had gotten back both Caroline and Tina were in full-blown hysterics in the living room.
“Sorry” Tina mumbles into his chest, a good ten minutes later.
“S’okay. Wanna tissue?”
“No,” she fists a handful of Mike’s shirt and rubs it over her face, “I’m good.”
“Glad to be of use.”
He can feel Tina relax back into him and Mike’s hand slides back down to rest on the bare skin beneath shirt, finger hooking into the elastic waistband of her sweats. He’s always loved touching her, how could he not, but since Caroline it’s like he has to touch her all the time. Like something as silly as his fingers on her has become everything. It’s comfortable sitting like this, even though his tailbone is so going to hurt when he tries to get up eventually and he’ll be dancing all day with a crick in his neck, but this has become his new comfortable; sitting on the floor with his girls.
“She’s asleep,” Tina finally whispers and it takes a lot of effort for Mike to open his eyes.
“Mhm.”
“Should we put her back in the crib?”
“No,” he yawns, “I have to be up soon. Let’s just sleep here.”
“Good. So exhausted.”
“Should I move the towel?”
Both their eyes focus on the towel resting over Mike’s leg for a moment, the purple elephants not so much purple anymore but an odd tie-dye of yellow and green and a bit of brown and whatever other colours baby snot, spit, drool, and coughing create. It seems like a lot of effort to reach over to move it when it’s not actually in the way.
“God no. There’s more spit and snot on both of us than that towel.”
“Charming, Tee.”
“Hey, I found time to wash the drool out of my hair earlier.”
“Actually…”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Mike.”
He presses a kiss to the crown of Tina’s head and lets his own fall back against the wall, tilted slightly to the side. Tina shifts for a second against him and Caroline’s little hands come up to fist Mike’s shirt as her head nestles the space on his chest that’s not taken up by her mother’s; with her body supported by Tina’s raised knees, Mike lets his hand skim over her fine hair before settling on her back. There’s barely a whimper as his gaze shifts to Tina.
“You did look gorgeous with drool in your hair though…”
“Mike.”