Mikey Birthday fic!!
I know it's late because Mike's birthday was a week ago, but I've been really busy. I had it written on time...just not posted!! Anyways, here's a birthday fic for Mike :)
Title: I Must Be Dreaming
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: OTP (Billie/Mike)
PART ONE
Mike slowly pulled himself out of bed and pulled on some sweats. Just then, a little knock sounded at his door. He moved slowly and opened the door. None other than his little Stella stood in the doorway wearing a frilly pink dress.
"Aw, you're so pretty, sweetheart," Mike whispered and smiled. Stella's cheeks blushed a fair pink and she pushed one foot behind the other nervously.
"Happy birthday, Daddy," she said sweetly. Mike just grinned.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I thought you hated dresses?" Mike asked.
"But you think I'm pretty in dresses so I'm wearin' one for your birthday," she replied. Mike just grinned and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her dark hair fell across his face slightly. Mike carried his daughter downstairs and smelled the sweet sent of breakfast in the air.
Mike turned the corner in the kitchen and sat Stella on the counter. Looking over at the stove, his beloved Billie Joe had a feast cooking with pancakes, sausage, and eggs. Mike closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He didn't miss being a vegetarian for anything! He kissed Stella's forehead and moved behind Billie Joe. It was then he realized what Billie was wearing: a white apron covering a navy blue dress with pink polka dots. A string of large pearls adorned his pale neck and little pearls were in his ears.
"Hello, love," Billie replied with a rather feminine tone of voice. Mike just grinned. After all, it was his birthday!
After a few moments of silence, Billie began dishing food onto the plates and ushered Mike and Stella to the table where he sat heaping piles of delicious food in front of them. Just then, Billie's two boys, dressed in khakis and white button-downs, entered the dining room and joined them. He bit onto a piece of sausage and-
"What the fuck??" a very surprised Billie Joe cried out. Mike opened his eyes, realizing he was still in bed and he had one of Billie's fingers lodged into his mouth. Billie was laying next to him in bed, his eyes open wide.
Mike gently let go of Billie's finger and smirked.
"Are you gonna answer me?" Billie nearly shouted.
"I was dreaming I guess," Mike laughed. Billie just rolled his eyes. Just then, Stella burst in screaming.
"JAKOB THREW SOMETHING AT ME! BILLIE, MAKE HIM STOP!" she cried and stomped her feet.
"DID NOT!" Jakob screamed back from down the hallway. Stella continued protesting as Jakob entered the room, denying everything, and Joey promptly telling everyone to shut up.
"Oh, yeah, happy birthday," Billie sighed. He patted Mike's thigh and stood up to take care of the screaming children.
PART TWO
Mike cracked open a can of beer and sat solemnly in the living room in the dark. He'd spent all day with screaming kids and a bitchy Billie Joe. They'd tried to celebrate but Jakob wouldn't leave Stella alone. Stella ended up at Anastasia's house and the boys over at Adrienne's. Billie had left somewhere and Mike was gracious for the silence but not for the loneliness. Sighing, he finished his beer, threw the can away, and made his way upstairs to bed. He undressed completely and curled up under the covers. What a birthday.
***
Billie crept in through the front door, hoping to not wake Mike, whom he was sure was asleep. He sat his bags on the dining room table and carefully set up for the evening's events. Billie felt guilty that nothing had gone right for Mike's birthday and was determined to make it better.
He peeked in through their bedroom door. The light from the hallway fell in a vertical rectangle across Mike's sleeping face.
Mike's eyes fluttered open. As his eyes moved, the lashes touched a piece of paper. He immediately moved the intruding object and realized it was a note. He opened it and, in the moonlight, read the words:
When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No, you will not be forgotten
No, you will not be alone
And when the day has all but ended
And our echo starts to fade
No, you will not be alone then
And, you will not be afraid
No, you will not be afraid
Mike smiled to himself. Billie was so sweet. He sat up. Rose petals covered the bed, Mike included. Mike smiled even broader. He slid out from under the covers in hopes to not disturb too many of the petals. He walked out into the hallway and glanced around. Soft music played downstairs.
When the fog has finally lifted
From my cold and tired brow
No I will not leave you crying
And I will not let you down
No I will not let you down
I will not let you down
Billie lay sprawled on the couch, arms behind his head, breathing deeply in sleep. Mike wondered how long Billie had been waiting for him to wake. He sat down next to his lover and brushed the hair from his face. He then stood and cradled Billie into his arms. With special care, he carried him up to the bedroom with the last words of the song echoing in the hallway:
Now comes the night
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains
So jus slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Till the end of our days
Mike settled Billie under the covers and crawled in next to him. The movement of the mattress made Billie stir and immediately roll over, arms outward, searching for Mike's warm body. Mike pulled Billie close, Billie snuggling his head into Mike's neck with those dark, curly locks tickling Mike's nose. Mike grasped him closer.
"Happy birthday, Mikey...sorry I'm so tired..." Billie whispered against his neck. "I wanted to make today up to you."
"It's okay, Billie. You already have."
Title: I Must Be Dreaming
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: OTP (Billie/Mike)
PART ONE
Mike slowly pulled himself out of bed and pulled on some sweats. Just then, a little knock sounded at his door. He moved slowly and opened the door. None other than his little Stella stood in the doorway wearing a frilly pink dress.
"Aw, you're so pretty, sweetheart," Mike whispered and smiled. Stella's cheeks blushed a fair pink and she pushed one foot behind the other nervously.
"Happy birthday, Daddy," she said sweetly. Mike just grinned.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I thought you hated dresses?" Mike asked.
"But you think I'm pretty in dresses so I'm wearin' one for your birthday," she replied. Mike just grinned and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her dark hair fell across his face slightly. Mike carried his daughter downstairs and smelled the sweet sent of breakfast in the air.
Mike turned the corner in the kitchen and sat Stella on the counter. Looking over at the stove, his beloved Billie Joe had a feast cooking with pancakes, sausage, and eggs. Mike closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He didn't miss being a vegetarian for anything! He kissed Stella's forehead and moved behind Billie Joe. It was then he realized what Billie was wearing: a white apron covering a navy blue dress with pink polka dots. A string of large pearls adorned his pale neck and little pearls were in his ears.
"Hello, love," Billie replied with a rather feminine tone of voice. Mike just grinned. After all, it was his birthday!
After a few moments of silence, Billie began dishing food onto the plates and ushered Mike and Stella to the table where he sat heaping piles of delicious food in front of them. Just then, Billie's two boys, dressed in khakis and white button-downs, entered the dining room and joined them. He bit onto a piece of sausage and-
"What the fuck??" a very surprised Billie Joe cried out. Mike opened his eyes, realizing he was still in bed and he had one of Billie's fingers lodged into his mouth. Billie was laying next to him in bed, his eyes open wide.
Mike gently let go of Billie's finger and smirked.
"Are you gonna answer me?" Billie nearly shouted.
"I was dreaming I guess," Mike laughed. Billie just rolled his eyes. Just then, Stella burst in screaming.
"JAKOB THREW SOMETHING AT ME! BILLIE, MAKE HIM STOP!" she cried and stomped her feet.
"DID NOT!" Jakob screamed back from down the hallway. Stella continued protesting as Jakob entered the room, denying everything, and Joey promptly telling everyone to shut up.
"Oh, yeah, happy birthday," Billie sighed. He patted Mike's thigh and stood up to take care of the screaming children.
PART TWO
Mike cracked open a can of beer and sat solemnly in the living room in the dark. He'd spent all day with screaming kids and a bitchy Billie Joe. They'd tried to celebrate but Jakob wouldn't leave Stella alone. Stella ended up at Anastasia's house and the boys over at Adrienne's. Billie had left somewhere and Mike was gracious for the silence but not for the loneliness. Sighing, he finished his beer, threw the can away, and made his way upstairs to bed. He undressed completely and curled up under the covers. What a birthday.
***
Billie crept in through the front door, hoping to not wake Mike, whom he was sure was asleep. He sat his bags on the dining room table and carefully set up for the evening's events. Billie felt guilty that nothing had gone right for Mike's birthday and was determined to make it better.
He peeked in through their bedroom door. The light from the hallway fell in a vertical rectangle across Mike's sleeping face.
Mike's eyes fluttered open. As his eyes moved, the lashes touched a piece of paper. He immediately moved the intruding object and realized it was a note. He opened it and, in the moonlight, read the words:
When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No, you will not be forgotten
No, you will not be alone
And when the day has all but ended
And our echo starts to fade
No, you will not be alone then
And, you will not be afraid
No, you will not be afraid
Mike smiled to himself. Billie was so sweet. He sat up. Rose petals covered the bed, Mike included. Mike smiled even broader. He slid out from under the covers in hopes to not disturb too many of the petals. He walked out into the hallway and glanced around. Soft music played downstairs.
When the fog has finally lifted
From my cold and tired brow
No I will not leave you crying
And I will not let you down
No I will not let you down
I will not let you down
Billie lay sprawled on the couch, arms behind his head, breathing deeply in sleep. Mike wondered how long Billie had been waiting for him to wake. He sat down next to his lover and brushed the hair from his face. He then stood and cradled Billie into his arms. With special care, he carried him up to the bedroom with the last words of the song echoing in the hallway:
Now comes the night
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains
So jus slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Till the end of our days
Mike settled Billie under the covers and crawled in next to him. The movement of the mattress made Billie stir and immediately roll over, arms outward, searching for Mike's warm body. Mike pulled Billie close, Billie snuggling his head into Mike's neck with those dark, curly locks tickling Mike's nose. Mike grasped him closer.
"Happy birthday, Mikey...sorry I'm so tired..." Billie whispered against his neck. "I wanted to make today up to you."
"It's okay, Billie. You already have."