The depressed optimist (lizparker6) wrote in everbeentobaja,
The depressed optimist
lizparker6
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Smitten (Michael/Sara shortfic)


Name:
Smitten
Characters/Pairing: Michael/Sara
Genre: non-epilogue compliant, het, fluff, humour
Rating: PG
Word Count: 333 words
Summary: Her terrified cry makes him drop whatever he’s been doing, the legs of the wooden crib he’s been working on momentarily forgotten when he rushes to the kitchen in search for her. 

A/N: For rosie_spleen , who gave me the idea for this, although she probably doesn’t even know.:) Whoever saw that spider however, must really respect her for not panicking. You’ve got my deepest respect, woman!

  

 

Smitten 

“MICHAEL!”

 Her terrified cry makes him drop whatever he’s been doing, the legs of the wooden crib he’s been working on momentarily forgotten when he rushes to the kitchen in search for her.

 He finds her in the corner, one hand protectively resting on her huge pregnant belly, the other holding her mouth in horror.

 “It’s right there!” she finally says, pointing one shaky hand to the ground near their backyard door, and that’s when he sees it – a huge, hairy spider.

 “Get it away, please!” Sara whimpers, her eyes huge with fright and disgust.

 It takes him a second to process what just happened. This being an unknown fact to him up to this point, it seems that his young wife - despite everything they’ve been through - is deadly afraid of harmless spiders. 

 He cannot help but chuckle at the situation in front of him before taking the kitchen towel, using it to gently scoop the still spider up. He leaves the house for a moment to drop the poor creature off carefully in the very back of their backyard.

 When he returns back into the house, he finds Sara leaning heavily against the kitchen counter, her hands covering her face in a mixture of relief and mortification.

 Crossing the room, he envelopes her into his arms, bringing her head to rest against the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss into her crown.

 “Is it dead?” she asks in a small voice and he cannot help but smile all over again.

 “Nope. I dropped it behind the fence however, even asked it politely not to come back into the house anymore as to not to scare my precious wife. I think he got the message pretty clearly,” he cannot help but add with a grin, feeling her face sinking even deeper into his shoulder, her refusal to meet his gaze out of sheer embarrassment obvious.

 And Michael cannot help but think that he’s never felt more smitten with her.

 xxx

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