Bundle In Blankets (Michael)
Iâm so excited for this because Michael + babies= aweÂ
Basically this is Father!Michael.Â
My ask box is always open.Â
Michael was nervous. His knees were weak and his arms were heavy. You were best friends ,and to everyone apart from you two, It was weird that he wanted to be the father of your baby. He had even been referring himself as the babyâs dad. Well, it was his baby but nobody knew that. You were more best friends with occasional benefits,the last time you two got together you ended up pregnant and now here Michael is waiting for the taxi to come to a stop so he can see his child.Â
Michaelâs legs were like jelly as he ran from the taxi and into the hospital. You needed him, heâs all you had left. Â
The top half of Michaelâs body slammed onto the front desk, his breathing heavy and his face pale. âH-Hi, Can you tell me where Y/N Y/L/N is?â he asked hurriedly.
The woman as the desk looked at her computer and began typing, she then looked back up at Michael before asking, âAre you family?âÂ
Michael huffed and rubbed his hands over his face. âIâm the father of the baby sheâs having!â He rose his voice slightly.
The woman lazily read out the number of the room you were in and went back to her computer. Michaelâs legs took off again, he was running as fast as he could. He skidded to a stop, looking completely lost, in the middle of the maternity ward. His sweaty hand ran through his messed up hair as he looked around, distressed. Â
âMr.Clifford!â The midwife, whom he had met many times, called out sharply. âWhere on earth have you been!?âÂ
Michael let out a sigh of relief as she now stood in front of him. âWhere is she? is she okay?â Michael breathed as he followed her.
âItâs time,You were lucky you got here when you didâ The midwife handed Michael a set of scrubs to put on, once he did she held open the door of the delivery room for him.Â
You had sweat running down your forehead, your contractions were so frequent. You spotted Michael and immediately called out for him, âMichael! Michael, It hurts!â You cried as he walked over to you.Â
He held your hand in one of his and kissed your damp hair. âI know, Y/N. Iâm sorryâ He whispered.
The doctor had told you that on the next contraction you needed to push as hard as you can. Â The next contraction hit you hard making you squeeze Michaelâs hand. You pushed as hard as you could, shouts and cries leaving your lips.Â
âCâmon, Y/N. Iâm right here. I know it hurt and iâm so sorry..âMichael whispered against your hair.
Just as you began to catch your breath it was time to push again, â The babyâs crowning! Just a few more pushes Y/N and then itâll be easy!â The doctor called out.
âOkay.. I can do thisâ You puffed out weakly.
You kissed Michaelâs hand for support and felt the next wave of contractions.
â I canât do it! â You cried, feeling as if you were going to pass out any second.Â
The tears never left your eyes through out the whole process. Michael bit his lip at the sudden silence in the room. Both of you held your breath. Michaelâs head shot up when he heard a soft cry come from the other end of the hospital bed.
â Itâs a girl! â The midwife cheered. âCongratulations ,you two!â She beamed.
Michaelâs eyes locked on the small, crying figure in the midwifeâs arms. His eyes filled with tears. It was his daughter. A child that the both of you have together. To say he was over whelmed was an understatement.Â
The midwife gently handed you the tiny baby, placing her gently in your arms.Â
âSheâs so beautifulâ You whispered tear-illy as Michael crouched down to you both.Â
You could already tell that she had most of Michaelâs facial features, like his nose and eyes.Â
âW-we made her⌠sheâs so..so.. cuteâ Michael sniffled, âIâm so proud of you,Y/NâÂ
The midwife had taken your little girl to clean her up whilst you were moved back into your private room. Michael was pacing the room, waiting for the midwife to return. He wanted to hold his daughter. The little, innocent bit of purity left in this world, His world.Â
The midwife carried in the baby, wrapped in pink and white blankets. She was dressed in the beige baby grow with teddies all over it and a hat to match, it was the outfit you gave them to dress her in when you got there. The midwife gently placed the baby in Michaelâs arms. He held her firmly, quietly cooing at her when she stirred.
âHey princess.. I-Iâm your daddy.. Iâve been waiting so long to see you.âMichael whispered, small tears rolling down his cheeks.Â
You smiled softly at the two, you were happy but you needed sleep.Â
The midwife spoke up, âWhat are you naming her?â
Michael gently stroked the babyâs cheek. âMikey, How do you feel about naming her Casey?â You spoke quietly.
Michael nodded and repeated the name, never taking his eyes off of the sleeping child in his arms.Â
âYeah..I like that.â He whispered. âCaseyâ His soft, pink lips pressed themselves gently to the new babyâs forehead.Â
The midwife left and Michael made his way over to you. âSleep, Y/Nâ he mumbled, reaching down to kiss your nose.Â
As you slept, Michael quietly sang to Casey. He even took pictures and videoâs of the new edition.Â
Michael looked down at Casey, smiling wide. âI promise Iâll always be here. I wont be like one of those run away fathers. Iâll always love you, Princess⌠And your mummy..â
And with that, the two of you were left with your little girl and as promised, Michael did his best to help raise her