Mike McCready 1

                                    

                                          
Hellooo!!!! There isn't ever enough mike mccready imagines. Do you think you could write a sweet fluffy one with lots of 4cuddling? thanks so much! love your writing 💕

                          
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You passed through the living room and into your bedroom. You had woken up from one of the best sleeps in your life, next to one of the most amazing men. You and Mike had been together for just under a year now, but you still felt the same way about him, then when you first made eye contact at a dreary club in downtown Seattle. When you got into the doorway, you peered inside and saw him still asleep, laying on his stomach in bed, with the sheets draped over the lower half of his body. You could see his chest rise and fall with each breath and you couldn't help but wonder how you had managed to be with someone so amazing. You made your way over and snuck into the bed, trying to get into the same position you had been in when you woke up. After another ten minutes of silence and absolute peace, you felt him stir next to you and sling his arm around your waist from behind you, pulling you closer into him. You entwined your hand with his and soon heard his snores from behind you, signalling that he had fallen back to sleep. And so did you.
                          
You woke up to the feeling of someone placing small kisses on your shoulder, and turned back to find Mike slowly making his way up your neck. You giggled and pushed his head away, but he just laughed and continued what he was doing.
                          
"Mike, I'm tired." You said, rather unconvincingly. 
                          
"Well I know how to wake you up." He replied back, and you laughed again, and then rolled your body around to his, so you could see him.
                          
"How about we go order a pizza and then watch some trashy TV all day?" You suggested, and he buried his face into your shoulder and kissed the skin there as his response. You both got out of bed and made your way into the living room, where you got the phone and called the Italian place near Mike's house that sold the best authentic pizzas. While you did so, he flicked through the channels and settled on a rerun of the Jerry Springer show. After you ordered and hung up, you collapsed onto the couch next to him and snuggled into the blankets. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his head on yours, as you both watched a couple argue over who the father of their baby was. After another episode, the buzzer on the door went and Mike got up to get it. He paid the delivery guy and came back over to you, giving you the box. He sat back into the cushions and got as close to you as possible before taking the box back out of your hands and placing it across his lap, opening it, and allowed the scent of freshly baked dough to make its way to you. He grabbed a slice and passed it to you, and held it up to your mouth, gesturing for you to bite it. You laughed but went along any way, trying to do so as seductively as possible, but failing miserably, which caused him to laugh his ass off and nearly drop the pizza. You finally took the slice from his hands and started eating it on your own, while he did the same. After only 15 minutes, the whole thing was gone, and you had both relaxed back into each other, your stomachs bloated. He stroked his fingers up and down your arm while you played with the ends of his hair. He sighed in content and leaned into your neck, embracing your whole body. 
                          
"You know how much I love you right?" He asked. You cuddled back into him and started to breath in his scent, wanting to remember every single move he made in case one day he disappeared.
                          
"Not as much as I love you, Mike."
                          
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