#5 lines

Thank you so much! (I honestly was not expecting anyone to do this and now I shall love you forever.) 

King of the World- WAR*HALL 

“I strike fear in the heart of the peopleBow down in the presence of lethal”

Trouble- Sleeping With Sirens 

“No, thank God,” she breathed out, and lay back on Mike’s bed, the results of the blood test clutched to her stomach. “Must have been a false positive.”

Mike was silent for an absurdly long time, and Ginny lolled her head to look over at where he sat on the bench at the foot of his bed. He was looking down at his hands, rubbing them together the way he did when he was considering a bad game, and she furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Come on, Old Man, this is a good thing,” she reached over to nudge his knee. “We’ve been dating 6 months. No one even knows we’re together. Could you imagine a baby in the middle of all that?”

“No, you’re right. Of course you’re right,” he sighed. “Besides, pretty sure I’m not exactly father material.” Ginny’s eyes went wide as he raised his head to look at her, and she sighed, walking over to sit on his lap, straddling his hips and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Lawson, you are going to be an amazing father. And I promise that one day, when I’m ready to have a kid, you’re going to be right there with me. And you’re going to braid her hair, and teach her to throw, and hold her when she gets her heart broken for the first time...” She considered. “Ok, maybe I should teach her to throw.” They both laughed softly, easing the tension of the moment before Ginny sighed and ran a hand along his beard. “But I’m 24-years-old, and I only have so many years of baseball ahead of me. I’m not ready for all that right now. But one day...”

“One day?” He repeated, his face softening and his hands coming up to play wth her hair. “One day you want to have a baby with me?”

“Yes, you magnificent moron. One day.”

Ginny’s disbelieving glare silenced him almost immediately. It hadn’t been their smartest moment - sneaking off at a team party to make out on the balcony - but he’d been right about their teammates not coming outside. Unfortunately, he couldn’t forsee the telephoto lens positioned at them from the apartment across the way, capturing Mike and Ginny in a passionate embrace.

“Maybe they won’t know it’s you?” Her disbelief was focused on Elliot then, but he had the good sense to snap his lips closed and look away before earning the full heat of her wrath.

“Pretty sure that ship has sailed,” Amelia snatched the iPad out of Ginny’s hands and held it up like a school teacher during story time. “See, this is what I was worried about. Don’t you get that?” The schoolteacher vibe continued, and Ginny and Mike both looked down as if they’d been scolded.”But no. No. You,” she gestured to Ginny with an angry pointer finger, “assured me that nothing was going on. And you,” it traveled to Mike now, who swallowed hard, “told me you would never think of touching a teammate.”

Ginny and Mike shared a guilty look before turning back to Amelia, both cataloguing the various ways they could avoid having this conversation.

“So, why did you lie to me?” That was to Ginny, who opened her mouth and closed it again without speaking. Amelia’s voice softened, focused on her client. “Seriously, G, didn’t you think you can trust me with this? It’s literally my job.”

“It’s not...” Ginny swallowed. “I didn’t lie. There’s nothing going on.”

Amelia jabbed an angry finger at the picture, and Ginny tried again. “It was a momentary lapse in judgement...”

“Yeah,” Mike finally chimed in. “A one time thing. Won’t happen again.”

“One time thing...” Amelia snorted and turned the iPad, swiping left to reveal a second, more explicit picture of the bar at Ginny’s hotel. This time, they were alone in a corner booth, her head tilted back, and Mike’s hand up her skirt in a way that couldn’t be accidental. “This one I managed to cut off at the pass a month ago.”

Ginny was downright scalding with embarrassment now, and Mike couldn’t stop himself from resting a calming hand on her back and turning to Amelia. “Ok, so it was a couple of lapses in judgement.” Both Amelia and Elliot’s eyes trained on his hand before he realized what he’d done and dropped it.

“It won’t happen again, Amelia,” Ginny looked up at Mike, a softness in her eyes. “It can’t.”

“She’s right,” Mike nodded, still staring at Ginny. “It won’t happen again.”

But, looking between them, Amelia knew that it would. Fucking Mike Lawson.

Mike rolled his eyes from where he was fixing them both drinks in the Sanders’ kitchen, the Christmas party raging just a room away. Ginny had pushed herself up to sit on the counter, and was munching on cocktail cherries as she cocked a faux-angry eyebrow at her bartender for the moment.

“There are cookies, somewhere,” he handed her the glass of eggnog mixed with a strange concoction of liquors that he’d perfected somewhere in his mid-20s. “Here, try that.”

She eyed it suspiciously, but took a long drink, eyes lighting up when the liquid hit her tongue, tasting like a God’s honest sugar cookie. “How did you do that, Lawson? Are you a wizard?”

He chuckled and helped her down from the counter before responding. “Just an old man with lots of mixology experience.”

“I could kiss you for this, you know,” she practically purred at him, earning another chuckle and an eye roll from her catcher, though she swore she could hear his breath hitch slightly.

“Save it, Baker. I don’t accept those kind of tips.”

Ginny hoped off the karaoke stage with an extra spring in her step, handing the microphone off to waiting singer. She had just rocked out to a Nicki Minaj song - the whole crowd into the performance, none more so than one Mike Lawson.

She shrugged and took a drink of her beer. “I can carry a tune.”

“That was more than carrying a tune,” he gestured his beer to the stage. “How can someone who hums so poorly get up there and do that?” 

Her eyes went wide at that, paired with a cocked eyebrow. “I hum?”

“When you’re stretching...” he said weakly, and sighed, knowing he’d given himself away. His girlfriend lived for these moments, and he knew he was done for when she slid sinuously toward him and snaked her arms around his body. Mike’s eyes made the obligatory dart around the bar, but, seeing nothing, he focused his attention back on the pitcher wrapped around him.

“You noticed that, huh?” She purred into him, and Mike allowed a soft grin to stretch across his face. 

“Ginny, when will you learn? I notice everything,” he replied before sliding his lips sweetly against hers.