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Final Arrangements

by xXKobraKidXx 0 reviews

“Are you… are you having second thoughts?”

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: G - Genres: Romance - Characters: Mikey Way - Published: 2014-06-18 - 1105 words

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“Yup. Double checked to make sure they fit this morning,” Mikey said.

“And the cake, have we got that covered?”

Justin nodded, “They’ll have it ready the day before the wedding and Dave’s picking it up for us.”

“Great! Has the guest list been finalized?”

“Uh-huh. Everyone’s accounted for.”

Kristen nodded before looking up from the checklist. “And we have the rings, right?”

Mikey looked at Justin, prompting the father-to-be to nod. “Yeah, I have the rings in a safe place- as far away from me as possible. I got Lindsey to hold on to them to ensure that I don’t lose or forget them.”

Kristen smiled, “Great! Now, as long as nobody says the phrase that shall not be uttered, we should be fine.”

Mikey giggled, “What exactly is the ‘phrase that shall not be uttered,’ Kristen?”

Kristen sighed, “Michael James Way, it is the phrase that shall not be uttered. I will not utter the phrase that shall not be uttered!”

“You’re way too superstitious.”

Kristen rolled her eyes and turned to Justin. “Now, you remember that you can’t see Mikey right before the wedding, right?”

“I thought that only applied to heterosexual weddings.”

“Come on, even before I knew Mikey was a fertile, I knew he was a bottom.”

“Hey!”

“Sweetie, when we dated, I knew you weren’t straight. I call ‘em like I see ‘em, which is exactly why I’m your best friend and your maid of honor.” Kirsten giggled at the scowl on Mikey’s face and added, “And yes, Justin, that rule applies because technically, Mikey is the bride.”

Justin nodded in understanding. Kristen turned back to Mikey and asked, “And Bandit’s gonna be the flower girl, right?”

Mikey giggled, “/If/ Gerard can get her to wear a dress. She’s insistent on wearing that costume mom got her for Christmas.”

“You mean the little cow one?”

“That’s the one.”

“Aww! That’s adorable. I say let Bandit dress like a cow at the wedding. It’ll be cute.”

“That’s what I keep telling Gerard!”

As Mikey and Kristen went on about Bandit’s little cow costume, Justin smiled at the thought of their unborn child. He couldn’t wait until he and Mikey had their little family. The thought was still foreign to him, but it was something that he was getting used to quickly. He listened to the conversation his fiancé and Kristin were having, absentmindedly rubbing Mikey’s stomach.


With the wedding less than a week away, Justin felt incredibly nervous. He wasn’t having second thoughts or anything- he knew he loved Mikey with all his heart and was more than willing to finally seal the deal. He loved everything about Mikey, flaws and all, and was excited to start their family.

“Justin? Baby, are you okay?”

Mikey’s voice brought Justin out of his thoughts, concern evident on his fiancé’s face. Justin sighed, trying to think of a way to phrase what’s going thought his mind. However, before he had the chance to speak, Mikey straddled his hips, resting his forehead against his. “You’re nervous about the wedding, aren’t you?”

Justin nodded, prompting Mikey to kiss his lover’s forehead. He stroked Justin’s cheek softly, quietly asking, “Are you… are you having second thoughts?”

At this, Justin quickly shook his head. “No, Mikey! No, I want to marry you.” He gently took Mikey’s hand and kissed the promise ring. “I love you so much, Mikes. Of course I want to marry you… I just… so much has happened, y’know? It’s… it’s-”

“Overwhelming?”

“Yeah… the album, the wedding, and now, a bun in the oven. That’s a lot to take in.” Justin looked down at Mikey’s stomach and gently touched it. “I don’t know if I’ll be the husband you deserve. I don’t know if I’ll be the father that our child needs-”

Justin was cut off by Mikey’s lips being pressed to his own, offering reassurance in the form of a sign of affection. Mikey’s fingers gently stroked Justin’s cheek, silently assuring him that everything would be fine.

“Justin, baby, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. I can’t think of anyone other than you that I’d want to start a family with. You make me feel so happy, Just… you make me feel loved. You make me feel safe in your arms after a horrible nightmare and make me smile after a bad day. I want nothing more than to wake up to you by my side every morning and fall asleep in your loving arms every evening. Justin Siegel, I love you so much… you’ll be a wonderful husband and father.”

Justin smiled at his fiancé, holding him close. Mikey’s arms slid around Justin’s neck, his head resting lightly on his lover’s shoulder. Justin kissed Mikey’s cheek softly, holding him in silence. Finally, he murmured, “Thank you, Mikey Mouse.”

Mikey simply smiled and snuggled close to Justin, nuzzling his neck softly. He ran his long fingers through Justin’s hair, sighing contently. “I love you, Justin.”

“I love you, too, Mikey.”


Justin laid down next to Mikey, pulling him close. Mikey giggled softly, pressing a kiss to Justin’s cheek, cuddling close to his fiancé. He buried his face into the crook of Justin’s neck, smiling as he felt the blankets being pulled around them. Justin’s arms found their way around Mikey’s waist, bringing him as close as physics would allow.

“This is the last night we’ll be sleeping together as fiancés, Mikey… can you believe it?”

Mikey shook his head, smiling. “I can’t. I’m so excited, Justin.”

Justin stroked Mikey’s hair gently, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Me, too, my darling." He yawned softly, bringing his pregnant fiancé closer to his chest. Mikey nuzzled his lover’s chest, letting out a tiny yawn of his own. He was soon sound asleep, snuggled close to Justin’s chest.

Justin looked down at Mikey, smiling lovingly. Mikey’s tall, thin frame was curled up against Justin’s body and wrapped in his arms, keeping him safe and warm. His face showed no signs of pain or fear… rather, excitement and content were evident. Justin stroked Mikey’s cheek softly, earning a small purr in return.

“Sleep well, my little mouse,” Justin murmured, holding Mikey close.
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