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-Micah could genuinely have you for hours into the night(or day) without stopping. His favorite thing is to have you really close, hooking his arms around your thighs so you can’t get up or scoot away.

ᴛᴀɢs; mentions of grief/passing/depression, Fluff, RIP skrunkly, old married couple ending(pi ending), oneshot

You awoke from your slumber to pure quietness. It rang through the house, no talking, no keyboard clicking, no laughter, no footsteps, just quiet. You stuck your arm to the left of you trying to feel for something or someone yet you were only met with the fluffy bed sheets you layed on. You were in your late 60's, married for years to a man you couldn't even fathom existing. But he did. He was real, so very real, everything about him was. The way his locs swayed when he moved, how the sun hit him at the beach, how he sweet talked to you, his vulnerability, everything literally.

You held that thought for a second, it had been a few years since he was vulnerable. Ever since skrunklys death he swore to never let himself get attached to another animal; but it was more than that. He was quiet now. No sarcastic jokes, no sweetness in his voice, barely any expression on his face. You knew he still loved both you and your daughter but he just wasn't the same. Saying it was sad was an understatement, it was depressing. You'd been taking care of him while he grieved, day and night. The pain made your heart feel so heavy. The man you thought was so strong and invincible now showing how weak he was deep down. How death changed him from the outside in. It left a bitter taste in your mouth that wouldn't fade, but at least today was one of the few days he got up.

A soft smile appeared on your face, you were glad to know that he was able to get back up and do simple tasks besides basic hygenie. The bitter taste slowly slid off your tongue as you savored the sweetness of the thought; but as it did you picked up on the swelling smell of something sweeter. It was a soft wave of warm spice, nostalgic of something bittersweet. Following that wave held a sweet aroma that was almost floral—it engulfed your senses.

Did you leave a candle lit? The thought sent a rush through you; to get out of bed and see where the smell originated from. As you rounded the corner into your kitchen the smell hit you stronger, drawing a deep breath out of your chest. You saw Micah at the stove, music played low in the background and you could make out whispers of the music.

“I lose my mind when it comes to you, “ he mumbled softly to himself, humming the rest of the verse. It might’ve not been that serious but; it bought tears to your eyes. Years ago you and him would jam out to this song, makeout to it, joke about how you both would’ve turned out this way if yall had to witness the other dating someone else. The importance of this moment weighed heavily on your chest; he was undisturbed and happy. For once in the last years he was..himself again.

He swayed back and forth, pouring pancake batter into a pan as he hummed to himself. Even though he had no idea you were currently watching him—you could tell a sense of comfort washed over him. His shoulders relaxed more, a soft grin appeared from the corners of his face. You watched silently as he flipped the pancakes.

The song faded into an end, the room quiet for a moment, nothing but the sound of sizzling was heard. You wiped your tears and enjoyed the scene infront of you one last time, the way the golden sun hightlighted his piercings. The way it made his skin glow; his eyes shimmering with hope.

Carefully you stepped into the kitchen, up until you were close enough to be engulfed in his scent; he smelled beautifully. As you breathe in his aroma your arms wrap around him from behind, your head resting on his shoulder.

He jumped slightly at the contact, “Oh—Angel, sorry if I woke you up,” his sentence came out slow with hints of worry. You shook your head against him getting a “hm,” in response.

For a moment; the two of you just stood there. Nothing else existed besides the pancakes, he flipped them with ease making sure not to disturb your comfort resting on him.

No words were needed for how either of you felt. As if he could simply understand you without even glancing at you.

Micah slowly guided you to the kitchen island, setting it up somewhat neatly so you both could eat. Instead of his usual sitting across from you, he moved his chair besides you. Although he sat with ease and started his breakfast it was clear there was some embarrassment in the air.

“Can you..uhm..pass the syrup please?” He murmured against his hand accompanied by a gruff. Taking the syrup you poured the thick liquid on his pancakes for him, watching as he stared at you with his face flushed.

You had been doing it for a while now, even on the days he didn't eat anything; it was definitely unexpected in his case. So before you could place it down he took it from your hands hesitantly pouring it onto your pancakes.

Both of you paused at the action, it wasn't anything big but..it was special to the both of you. It felt like a small ‘Thank you.’ for doing the same in his favor for so long.

There you both sat; enjoying the sweet cinnamon pancakes he prepared. Each bite reminded you of how Cierra would get the syrup all over her face when he tried to feed her.

Yet, this time you let that though drift away. She was grown now, not only had she changed but you did too. Even if it was just today that Micah had found out how to grieve and let go, you found yourself stuck at two pathways.

The routine that was forced on the both of you shortly after Skrunkly’s death was still stuck with you; it was clear Micah still needed you but not like that anymore.

So why couldn't you immediately let it go?

As if he could read your mind, he placed a frail hand on your thigh, “Do you know how to spell your name?” He raised a brow at you with a slanted grin.

After all these years; after all the changes. He was still—himself.

“Ofcourse I do, last I checked you didn’t,” you reply with a copying grin. He scoffed at your comment and pushed your shoulder slightly.

“Still stuck on the past grandma? I am thee greatest M-I-C-A-H, YOU—” his sentence trailed off into a whisper once he realized his mistake. He chuckled, “Ah..You cheated..” sliding his palm down his face in embarrassment.

It didn't make it any better he looked so disappointed in himself, fueling your rising laughter you tried so hard to stifle. “Oh? Are you mocking me—WOW Angel,” he pushed your shoulder again. “And here I thought you were finally caught up in sportsmanship 101.”

Your chest ached and burned with each breath you took from holding your laughter; after that last comment you just bursted out laughing. Tears falling from your eyes as you wheezed on the counter.

Shortly after Micah joined you, hitting the table and snorting with each laugh.

You thought things were finally happy and peaceful before, but right now you truly saw it was.

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THISS!! Should I make it a short series..? Idk….I still have two more stories to finish unfortunately; speaking of which

Here it is on my ao3 acc!!

- Dad!Micah Yujin who 100% spoils the hell out of his baby girl. She wants a pink bike? He’s hand building that shit from scratch. She wants a new phone? Already at the store getting it for her. Yet, he always makes sure she’s humble and understands where this is coming from; besides the obvious unconditional love he has for her, he wants to make sure she doesn’t have to grow up like him in any way.

- Old! Micah Yujin who has to rely on a wheelchair from time to time, yet he still tries his hardest to pick you up and carry you like he used to. Then, when he can’t anymore he relies on holding you bridal style in his wheelchair and rolling you both around.

- Singer! Micah Yujin who releases the song he wrote for you when you both first met so everyone knows how everlasting his love is. Like, a reminder that he’s loved you just as much (honestly more) from the start.