#monchhichi

“Honey… what is that?”

“It’s a Monchhichi.”

“A Mon what now?” He chuckles as he stares at the odd but adorable thing she were cradling in your arms.

“A Monchhichi Michael. It’s our baby, isn’t it cute?.” She giggles as she fluffs the stuffed toys head. Michael found this side of you very unusual but adorable at the same time.

I mean, he HAS walked around his home holding baby dolls, imagining himself as a dad, something that he wanted to be for a very long time.

But with him being a very busy man and sometimes not having enough time with her, it was quite difficult to make that dream happen.

He giggles and nods admiringly at her, and the so-called "baby."

“Yes, it is quite cute.” He sits beside her on the large couch as he looks at the adorable thing. He was unsure what kind of animal it was. At first he thought it was a bear, but then later learned that it was a baby monkey.

“Do you have a name for it?” He asked as he fluffed the ends of the animal’s arm and caressing its chubby cheek with his index finger.

“Hmmm. I was gonna name it after somebody famous. What do you think of the name Prince?” She teased him, but he didn’t look impressed with your teasing.

“..really?”

She laughed at his reaction and patted his cheek with her right hand.

“I’m kidding baby!”

She sighed as she looked back down at the medium sized Monchhichi. It was always her favorite stuffed animal since childhood. Some of her friends teased her for still having stuffed animals at her now grown age, but with Michael now being in her life, She slowly forgets the criticism she gets from her friends.

“What would you name it Michael?” She looks up at him. He looks back up at her and doesn’t realize that he’s staring. He looked down for a second to think then looks back up at you.

“Princess?”

“It’s cute! But not really the name I was looking for.”

“Bubbles?”

“You already have a baby named Bubbles. A grown baby at that.”

“Chubby?”

“Really?!” She laughed out loud.

After roughly 3 minutes of her and michael arguing and laughing about what you were gonna name your baby, they finally calmed down and just sat in a comfortable silence. The beautiful sounds of birds chirping outside of your shared home.

Michael sighs and looks up at the ceiling, his left arm draped around her shoulder.

“We should have a baby one day.” He said while admiring at the chandelier that was hanging from the living room ceiling. “An actual baby.” He added with a small chuckle.

Y/n smiled and turned her head, nodding in agreement.

“I do too.” She said a little shyly.

He smiled down at her and at the stuffed animal she was still holding. He poked the stuffy’s cheek with his finger and starts to hold in his laughter.

“What is it Michael?”

“I just hope our future baby doesn’t look like this thing.” He laughs.

“Michael!”

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A/n: Soo that was it! Like I said in the beginning it is NOT the best but I tried :,) this is probably the only fanfic I’ll be doing of Michael since I don’t have any other ideas in mind. This was just a small scenario i had in my head. I was even thinking on doing texting headcanons similar to this fanfic (but I’m not positive on that yet.)

Likes, reblogs, and comments are very much appreciated 🥰

(IF ANY BAD SPELLING OR GRAMMAR SHOWN PLEASE LET ME KNOW! )