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Bundle In Blankets (Michael)

I’m so excited for this because Michael + babies= awe 

Basically this is Father!Michael. 

My ask box is always open. 

ask me anything

don’t be shy!

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 baby’s 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. 

Michael’s legs were like jelly as he ran from the taxi and into the hospital. You needed him, he’s all you had left.  

The top half of Michael’s body slammed onto the front desk, his breathing heavy and his face pale. “H-Hi, Can you tell me where Y/N Y/L/N is?” he asked hurriedly.

The woman as the desk looked at her computer and began typing, she then looked back up at Michael before asking, “Are you family?” 

Michael huffed and rubbed his hands over his face. “I’m the father of the baby she’s having!” He rose his voice slightly.

The woman lazily read out the number of the room you were in and went back to her computer. Michael’s 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.  

“Mr.Clifford!” The midwife, whom he had met many times, called out sharply. “Where on earth have you been!?” 

Michael let out a sigh of relief as she now stood in front of him. “Where is she? is she okay?” Michael breathed as he followed her.

“It’s time,You were lucky you got here when you did” 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. 

You had sweat running down your forehead, your contractions were so frequent. You spotted Michael and immediately called out for him, “Michael! Michael, It hurts!” You cried as he walked over to you. 

He held your hand in one of his and kissed your damp hair. “I know, Y/N. I’m sorry” He whispered.

The doctor had told you that on the next contraction you needed to push as hard as you can.  The next contraction hit you hard making you squeeze Michael’s hand. You pushed as hard as you could, shouts and cries leaving your lips. 

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m right here. I know it hurt and i’m so sorry..”Michael whispered against your hair.

Just as you began to catch your breath it was time to push again, “ The baby’s crowning! Just a few more pushes Y/N and then it’ll be easy!” The doctor called out.

“Okay.. I can do this” You puffed out weakly.

You kissed Michael’s hand for support and felt the next wave of contractions.

“ I can’t do it! “ You cried, feeling as if you were going to pass out any second. 

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. Michael’s head shot up when he heard a soft cry come from the other end of the hospital bed.

“ It’s a girl! “ The midwife cheered. “Congratulations ,you two!” She beamed.

Michael’s eyes locked on the small, crying figure in the midwife’s 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. 

The midwife gently handed you the tiny baby, placing her gently in your arms. 

“She’s so beautiful” You whispered tear-illy as Michael crouched down to you both. 

You could already tell that she had most of Michael’s facial features, like his nose and eyes. 

“W-we made her… she’s so..so.. cute” Michael sniffled, “I’m so proud of you,Y/N” 

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. 

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 Michael’s arms. He held her firmly, quietly cooing at her when she stirred.

“Hey princess.. I-I’m your daddy.. I’ve been waiting so long to see you.”Michael whispered, small tears rolling down his cheeks. 

You smiled softly at the two, you were happy but you needed sleep. 

The midwife spoke up, “What are you naming her?”

Michael gently stroked the baby’s cheek. “Mikey, How do you feel about naming her Casey?” You spoke quietly.

Michael nodded and repeated the name, never taking his eyes off of the sleeping child in his arms. 

“Yeah..I like that.” He whispered. “Casey” His soft, pink lips pressed themselves gently to the new baby’s forehead. 

The midwife left and Michael made his way over to you. “Sleep, Y/N” he mumbled, reaching down to kiss your nose. 

As you slept, Michael quietly sang to Casey. He even took pictures and video’s of the new edition. 

Michael looked down at Casey, smiling wide. “I promise I’ll always be here. I wont be like one of those run away fathers. I’ll always love you, Princess… And your mummy..”

And with that, the two of you were left with your little girl and as promised, Michael did his best to help raise her