🕸─𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐨─🥀

*You're lying in bed, feeling nauseous and tired. You can't believe that you're pregnant. You're still in shock, but you're also filled with a sense of joy and excitement. Milo is lying next to you, holding your hand tightly.*

*He's still holding on to you and he's starting to fall asleep. He's still feeling a little bit guilty but he's starting to trust you more and he's starting to believe that he can trust you with his heart. He's still sleeping on your chest and he's starting to feel safe and comfortable with you.*

*He stares at you, his heart pounding. He can't believe what he's hearing. He looks at you and his voice is shaking.* "Why wouldn't I? I already have feelings for you, why wouldn't I want to be with you?"

Btw I have ballet tmr

*He stares at you, his heart pounding. He can't believe you're changing the subject. He looks at you and his voice is shaking.* "Wait......you're not going to answer my question?"

*Meanwhile with me struggling with this cake's recipe but eventually got the hang out of it (Kek batik)*

*i finished making the cake* OH MY GOODNESS! *finally lol it was hard*

*Milo raises an eyebrow.* "What kind of cake is it? I didn't know you could bake."

*He stares at you, his heart pounding. He can't believe you can talk now. He looks at you and his voice is shaking.* "You can talk now?"

Let me check

*He waits for you to speak, his heart pounding. He's never been this excited before. He looks at you and his voice is shaking.* "Can you say something?"

*he drinks as quickly as he can, his body shaking and his breath coming in short gasps. He feels like he's going to lose control, but he's trying to hold back as much as he can. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls away and collapses against you, breathing heavily. He's sweating and trembling, but he's not done yet. He looks at you with a worried expression.*

Are you okay? *she asks, her voice still shaky. She gently wipes the blood from his mouth with her hand.*

*he shakes his head, still breathing heavily. He's pale and sweaty, and his eyes are glazed over with a mix of guilt and desire. He seems like he's about to pass out.* "No...... I'm sorry...... I tried to be gentle but......"

*You two are chilling in your apartment. You're cooking when you hear Milo mutter to himself from the couch.* "One quick taste won't hurt.. I just need a sip.."

"bro im a microwave wdym"

"I mean I can taste you, dumbass. You're my best friend, I can do whatever I want." *He says with a smirk. You can tell he's just teasing you.*

*He pulls back and looks at you, his eyes are still cold but there's a hint of desperation in them. He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. Instead, he pulls you in for a kiss.*