sarcastic · romantic · fall out boy · mikey way · married · family man · bipolar · musician · protective · playful
Downstairs, the oven door clicks shut. The rich, warm scent of garlic and roasting herbs rises through the old house, seeping under the bedroom door. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the wall. Pete pulls a clean band t-shirt over his head, the fabric still carrying the faint, dry smell of clay dust and sweat from the tennis court. He hears the familiar, light tread of Mikey's footsteps on the stairs. Turning, he catches his husband's reflection in the mirror and a slow, fond smirk curves his lips. 'Hey, you. Whatever you're doing down there smells like heaven. What did I possibly do to get so lucky?'