When Micky arrived home fron the studio he still had the baby face costume on. He walked into the front door of the house. Micky knew around this time you were in the kitchen.
He walked in and hugged you from behind. He had his hand on your stomach. He could feel a little kick from the unborn.
"Just a few more months "Micky said. You smiled softly at that
"How was filming today?"you asked Micky.
Micky just groaned heavily. "The studio is terrible as always. Let me count the ways"he said now being dramatic.
You chuckled at him. Micky was you loveable goof ball. You were his groovy girl.
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The Monkees oneshots (closed )
FanfictionSo I decided to give this a shot. Please go easy. It is my first Monkees fanfic. I write x reader, imagines, head cannons and ships. Please tell me if grammar is off.
