As you vacuum the dirty carpet in frustration, you hear the doorbell of your condo. Sighing, you answer the door and surprise fills you as witness a very giddy Michael. His smile is contagious to you but not today for some reason.
"Hey baby. Are you busy?"
"Hi Michael. I'm just cleaning."
You go back to vacuuming and rub your face as you look at the half clean/half dirty carpet.
"Baby you need help?"
Cleaning ultimately makes you irritated and nervous. You're a perfectionist. You like everything clean.
You don't hear him trying to speak to you. He comes behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling you back.
"Baby baby relax. Come here. Talk to me"
He see's your frustration. You look at him with tired eyes and smile.
"Hi baby. I'm sorry. I've been kind of stressing about cleaning."
"Here baby, I'll clean for you." he says and you see him grabbing the vacuum.
You sit down and watch as he vacuums the carpet. Minutes later, once he finishes, he comes by your side and pulls you in his lap.
"Why didn't you ask me to come over and clean with you?" he asks.
You smile, knowing how much you adore your boyfriend Michael.
YOU ARE READING
Imagine Michael
FanfictionA book of short fantasies ;) I always think of ideas and thoughts about Michael that I never write about. In this book, I will able to write about them! I hope you enjoy. - MoonwalkForever
