One of Those Nights

In a sea of people, Mike's eyes met with Mila's in an attempt to find her. Their smiles mirrored and suddenly, the distance that had kept them apart this past week no longer mattered.

Mike towed his luggage behind him as he picked up his pace from a saunter to a brisk walk, anxious to bridge the gap between them. Their week filled with constant texts and nightly phone calls had somehow drawn the two closer together and before he knew it, Mike had found himself missing her.

Mila chuckled to herself as she spotted Mike scurry towards her, releasing his luggage from his grip behind him and pulling her into a homely embrace.

For a moment she found it somewhat difficult to breathe.

"Mike," she choked as he set her down.

But Mike couldn't wipe the grin from his face, beyond elated to feel Mila close to him.

"I'm sorry," he smiled as he combed her blonde locks away from her face with his fingertips.

He wanted to kiss her in the way he had been longing to for an entire week now. It would be their first 'proper kiss'. Their first 'proper kiss' that didn't linger of alcohol and regret. Both Mike and Mila wouldn't wake up tomorrow and want to take it all back.

"I-"

But before Mila could form any kind of sentence, Mike's lips crashed onto hers roughly. She tasted of mint and she smelt sweet.

It was a different taste from their last kiss, yet it still managed to send a quiver down Mike's spine.

Pulling away from the kiss, Mike's hands never left the sides of her face. "I've been waiting to do that for the longest time," he admitted, admiring her deep baby blues. He could've sworn that in that moment, she was the most gorgeous girl on the planet.

But there was something about the tone in Mike's voice and the way he kissed her so passionately that drove Mila a little crazy inside. She too, found herself longing him.

"Mike, I... I..." She trailed off, biting her lip.

"Yeah?" he questioned.

A devilish grin replaced her lip biting gesture as she mouthed the words, 'I want you', dipping her head a little revealing her somewhat shy nature.

To no surprise, it didn't take long at all for Mike to register what Mila had mouthed and in an instance, he pulled her hips into his, giving no thought to what onlookers of LAX Airport that evening were thinking.

"Mils," he whispered against her hair, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I want you, too."

She smirked as he pulled away, taking his hands off of the sides of her face, reaching behind him for his luggage and locking his free hand with hers.

No more time was wasted in conversation as the two hurried for the exit and then to Mila's car.

-

Mike didn't bother to take in much of his surroundings as the two almost threw themselves through the door of Mila's Santa Monica apartment. He was much too focused on Mila. On her scent and her warm skin and the way it drove him crazy.

Somehow, though neither of them could explain how, the two ended up in Mila's bedroom without much collision or injury to note.

"Mils," Mike breathed heavily as he slid off her navy knitted sweater . He was gentle because to him, she was so petite and fragile and he didn't want to hurt her.

The light was off but once their eyes adjusted, the moonshine acted as a guide for their trembling hands.

Next, Mila fumbled with Mike's jeans and he stepped out of them mere moments after they hit the carpeted floor of her bedroom floor. He then threw his shirt off and tossed his cap to the floor where it would lay until the morning after.

"Turn on the lamp," he muttered against her big, soft lips.

He wanted to see her. He wanted to see every inch of her and take all of her in. But Mila ignored the order, sliding off her leggings instead.

"Mils," he urged.

"Mm?" she mumbled against his lips, tasting the hint of cigarette that left a permanent linger on his breath.

He didn't want to stop her and so instead he deepened the kiss and moved backwards with Mila still clung to him. The two shuffled towards to the bedside table, adjacent to the bed.

Mike needed the light on. She wasn't just some one night stand anymore. She was much, much more than that. He needed so badly to see her, to take her in and admire her beauty.

Eventually he managed to flick the switch on, illuminating the room a golden colour, causing Mila to jump back in a state of shock. Immediately she clutched to her stomach with her hands, a frightened look adoring her features.

"Mike!" She screeched. "Turn the light off!"

Mike looked at her, a puzzled look overcoming his face as he gazed over Mila's hands now covering her stomach.

"Mils?" he said in a concerned tone, taking his hands and placing them on hers, slowly peeling away her hands from her stomach.

"Oh," he swallowed as his eyes focused on her stomach, a small bump now forming on the bottom half.

Mila looked up at him with hurt in her eyes and wasted no time in making a quick escape for the bathroom.

"Mila!" Mike bellowed from behind the now fragile blonde as he followed her in just his briefs.

"Just leave me alone, Mike," she choked.

Mike could tell that she was now crying and by the time he reached the bathroom where she sat on the edge of the bath, head in hands, she was more than just crying, she was hysterical.

Mike swiftly leant down in front of her before turning on the bathroom light in an attempt to peel her hands away from her face.

"Mils," he cooed as though he was consoling a small child. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Successfully, Mike took her palms away from her eyes and made eye contact with her. She hadn't looked this sad since she told him she were pregnant.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "Did I do so-"

"You think I'm fat," she stated. "And I am. I'm fat," she sobbed.

Mike was taken back by her reply.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered in disbelief. "I never-"

"You looked at my stomach and said, 'Oh'", she mocked.

"Mils, I said that because I didn't know you were showing. You didn't tell me. I was in shock because that's my child you're carrying and you know how stoked I am for this child and to see that...," he breathed, "To see that was real. It was so real Mils..." He trailed off.

Through blurred eyes caused by tears, Mila attempted to focus her vision towards Mike who remained in front of her, kneeling down with both his hands on either side of her shoulders now.

"You look beautiful Mils. And you'll continue to look beautiful throughout the duration of this pregnancy," Mike assured taking his hands from her shoulders and using his thumb to wipe away her tears.

Mila couldn't help but smile at Mike's words but she shook her head. "I won't."

"Yes. Yes you will."

"I'm sorry," she admitted letting out a small sigh in defeat.

"For?" He questioned.

"Ruining the moment..."

Mike let out a small chuckle and continued to wipe tears from her cheeks and eyes with his thumb. "There will be plenty of more moments, Mils," he assured looking into her eyes. "And I can't wait to spend every single one of them with you."

Mila smiled, combing a few strands of her hair behind her ears as she started to settle her breathing. "I... I can't wait either," she managed in between breaths.

"Come on," he whispered, placing a quick kiss on her forehead as he stood up, taking her by the hand.

As Mike switched off the light to the bathroom and led Mila back to her bedroom by the hand, she couldn't help but feel a trip of guilt take over. She wanted Mike. She really did. She was just too self conscience.

"We can, you know..." She mentioned as they reached her room, tugging on the hem of her underwear out of nervousness.

"Oh yeah?" Mike chortled as he let go of her hand and began preparing the bed.

"Well... Yeah?"

"Get into bed, you," Mike said as he motioned his head towards the bed.

Immediately, both Mike and Mila hopped into bed and much to Mila's surprise, Mike switched off the lamp that sat perched on the bed side table.

He didn't touch her in a way that made her think he wanted her sexually. Instead he just scooted closer to her on his side so she fitted perfectly into him.

"Mils?" He breathed as he stopped stirring beneath the sheets.

"Yeah Mike?"

"You know how I wanted to ask you something?"

"Mm?"

"Wanna be my girlfriend, Mila?"

Mila swallowed hard. She hadn't really thought about the whole 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' situation between Mike and herself but she was willing to give him a chance.

"Yeah," she spoke softly. "I'd like that."

Mike nuzzled his head into the side of her neck and placed a few kisses there. "Night, darling."