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Author's note: Welcome to my 30th fic (28 Disney stories and 2 Kingdom Hearts stories). Wow. 30 stories. I've come a long way, huh? This story is about Mickey and Minnie. They are married in this story. Check my profile fir my idea of ages. This story is the sequel to "Two Hearts, One Love," and "Two Hearts, One Rhythm," and is the final in the series. For my 30th story, this one is something special. You'll have to read on to see why. No flames or criticism. I hope you enjoy this.
Squad Unit 19.
THREE HEARTS, ONE LOVE
The birds chirped happily as the sun shone its beautiful rays through the hills and valleys. It was a beautiful day. Clear blue sky with puffy white clouds that gently floated by in the breeze.
Minnie Mouse began to stir as she awoke, her eyelids drifting open to see the sun shine seeping through the blinds into the room. She groaned softly as she squinted her eyes for a moment while they adjusted, then she began to stretch under the covers. After stretching her body and legs, she yawned and stretched her tail, it twitching as she did so, and realized that she was still laying on her side with her head on her husband's bare chest. She smiled and giggled as she cuddled against him, moving one arm across his frame as she sighed happily. Finding his tail with hers, she wrapped hers around his.
Mickey Mouse lay sound asleep, laying on his back, his wife cuddled against him. The young little mouse could lay there all day happily snuggled against her husband, but she knew, reluctantly, that they had to get up eventually. She smiled slyly. A little longer wouldn't hurt. As Minnie lay with her head on her sweetheart's chest, she could hear the gentle beating of his heart. And as he slept, she could hear his soft breathing. Both were two of her favorite sounds in the world. His voice was another. She listened to his heart beat inside his chest, the soothing, wonderful rhythm, and recalled something they had told each other on their first anniversary.
She smiled, and placed a feather-light kiss on his chest, right over his heart. After a little longer, Minnie decided that they should go ahead and get up. Though she didn't really want to, she knew they had to. She looked at her sleeping lover and chuckled softly. Leaning up, she gently nuzzled his ear.
"Mickey. Wake up, sweetheart," she whispered before planting a feather-light kiss on his ear. Mickey began to stir. His eyes opened and he groaned as he squinted them shut from the light. As he opened them again, they focused on the angel laying next to him. As warm brown met warm brown, they smiled at each other.
"G'morning, sweetie." She leaned up and brushed her lips across his, kissing him good morning, and moaning as he returned it. Pulling away, she sill felt the tingle on her lips. "Did you sleep well?" she asked, stroking his chest.
"Yeah. I did." He chuckled. "I was really snoozin'" She giggled. "You sleep well?"
"Yep. I sure did. I was snoozin', too." She giggled. Then she nuzzled him. "But don't I always sleep good when you're near?" He gave a soft chuckle and nuzzled her back as she chuckled softly too.
"So. You wanna lay here a little longer and cuddle or get up?" he asked, moving one hand behind his head. She smiled cutely as she nuzzled him.
"I'd rather cuddle," she answered in a cute way.
"Aw... Well, we can do that." He pulled her close and felt her do the same to him. "I'd rather cuddle too." He kissed her softly on the top of her head and she sighed softly and happily in response as she hugged him close.
As Mickey and Minnie lay snuggled up together, they started getting hungry. When their stomachs rumbled at the same time, both mice looked at one another, then began to laugh.
"Sounds like somebody is getting hungry," Minnie chided playfully, running her hand over his stomach.
"I'm not the only one. Sounds like you are too," Mickey retorted. "Guess we better get up and get something to eat."
"Yeah. That or lay here and listen to our tummy's all morning." Both chuckled. Then Minnie eased up, allowing Mickey to do so. They crawled out of bed, stretched, and began doing their morning mousercise together. Afterward, the mice walked over to the window and opened the blinds, letting the sunlight pour in. "Gee, today's going to be beautiful," Minnie said.
"It sure is. Not a cloud in the sky." The smaller mouse turned to her companion.
"Come on. Let's make the bed so we can get something to eat." They walked over to the bed, made it, then walked around to the bottom of it where they took each other's hands. "What would you like for breakfast, sweetie?" she asked sweetly.
"What would you like?" he asked. Both grinned.
"Pancakes!" both said in unison. "Jinx!" they said again, then began to laugh. Mickey then playfully tackled his wife, making her laugh as she fell backward onto the bed. Both chuckled as they gazed into each other's eyes, him hovering over top of her.
"You know... we could always skip breakfast..." he suggested, a grin playing on his lips. She knew that grin.
"Mm... What did you have in mind?" she asked coyly, circling her arms around his neck. Mickey's stomach rumbled.
"Shut up," Mickey ordered, looking down at his stomach. Minnie laughed. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled too.
"Shut up," she said, glancing down at her midsection. Both mice laughed. Mickey closed the distance between them and swept his lips over hers, making her moan. She kissed him back as she began running her fingers through his hair. Pulling back, they smiled. Minnie moved her arms from around his neck and smiled mischievously just before she began tickling his torso. He started laughing and, unable to hold himself up, rolled onto the bed beside her. She seized the opportunity and climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs as she tickled him, both laughing all the while. She stopped her tickle assault and sat atop him, giggling and smiling down at him. "Tee hee! I love tickling you," she said with an innocent smile. She gently laid down on top of him, moving her hands up to his head and gently running her hands through his dark brunette hair. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, hugging her against him.
"It's fun being tickled," he chuckled. She giggled, then softly brushed her lips over his, massaging his scalp as she kissed him. Breaking the kiss and pulling away, they smiled at one another. Minnie noticed his expression turn mischievous just before he began tickling her, making her squeak and squeal with joyful laughter. She rolled off him and he continued tickling her for a bit before easing back over top of her. "But it's even more fun to tickle you," he grinned.
"It's fun being tickled," she smiled. She leaned up and gave him a quick, playful peck on his lips. "But it's fun to tickle you, too." Both chuckled. Then Mickey stood up, taking Minnie's hands and pulling her up.
"Come on. Whaddaya say we go get some breakfast?" She nodded with a smile.
"Sounds good to me. I am getting pretty hungry."
Mickey and Minnie took each other's hand and made their way downstairs. As they entered the kitchen, Pluto and Figaro heard them and came running up to them, Pluto barking and Figaro meowing.
"Morning, fellas!" the mice greeted in unison as they began to pet their pets.
"I bet you want some breakfast, don'tcha boy?" Mickey asked. Pluto nodded with a smile.
"How about you, Figaro? You want some breakfast, too?" Minnie asked. Figaro also nodded with a smile. Mickey and Minnie each fed their pets, then walked over to the counter.
"Pancakes, right?" Mickey said.
"Mm-hm," Minnie replied. "Pancakes, too?"
"You got it," he chuckled, making her giggle. She closed her eyes, grinning.
"Let me guess. Umm." She opened her eyes. "Strawberry." His eyes widened a little.
"Very good. How'd ya know?" She shrugged with a coy smile.
"I didn't think that spans to food," he teased.
"It's also a wife thing," she giggled. "And I know you so well." She leaned close and kissed his cheek.
"Alright." He closed his eyes. "Let me take a guess. Mm. Strawberry too." He opened his eyes.
"Yep! You got it!" she answered, giggling. "How'd ya guess?"
"It's a husband thing," he shrugged. Then he lenaed close and kissed her cheek. "And I know you well, too." Both chuckled. He got out a pan and she got out the pancake mix. The young mouse couple started to make their breakfast together, when Minnie thought of something.
"I'll be right back, okay?" She kissed her husband's cheek and started out of the kitchen.
"I'll wait on you," he told her. She turned back to him at the doorway.
"You go ahead and get breakfast started. I'll be down to help you in a bit," she said with a smile. Mickey looked at her confused.
"Uhh, okay... Need any help?" She shook her head.
"No thanks. I'll be right back." She gave him a reassuring smile and blew him a kiss before turning and heading upstairs. Mickey brushed it off, thinking she just had to use the bathroom. And that was, in a sense, exactly what Minnie did. As the little female mouse entered the bathroom, she closed the door, but didn't lock it. She stepped over to the medicine cabinet over the sink, opened the door, and rummaged through it to find the item she was looking for. She knew she'd need it sometime. Now it was time to try it out. She was a little nervous. She had never used one before. Never needed to. Until now, that is. Now she needed to use it. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She carefully opened the little rectangular box and pulled out the item.
A pregnancy test.
Minnie paced back and forth, waiting impatiently for the results to come back. She glanced over at the little piece of plastic for perhaps the fifteenth time in just a few minutes as it sat on the sink, willing it to hurry. The young little mouse just needed to know for sure. She had a feeling she was already pregnant. But she just needed to be absolutely sure. She couldn't help but wonder, though. Was it too early? Was she too young? Was she too young to be having a kid when she was still just a kid herself? True, she was young. But she felt ready. She wanted to know. She wanted to be sure that, at that very moment, a new little life was growing inside her womb. She couldn't help but smile at the thought, and marvel at God's work. How a little baby could possibly grow within the female. It truly was a miracle. She had no doubt whatsoever in her mind who the father was: Mickey. Anybody with a functioning brain would know that. She smiled, and unconsciously placed her hand over her stomach. As one thought crossed her mind, she felt joy and excitement flow through her.
Mickey's baby was growing inside her. His child. Their baby. She looked down at her flat little tummy as she rubbed it with the utmost of care. She just had that feeling. She reasoned it was a women's thing; being able to know she was pregnant and not needing some little piece of plastic to tell her that. Were she and Mickey too young, too inexperienced to be having a baby together, when they were still just kids? Yeah, they were young, but she felt ready to have his baby. She felt ready for them to have a baby together and help it grow, learn, live. She felt she was ready to be a mother, and she was confidant that Mickey was ready to be a father, and she knew hewould be a great one at that. She looked back up to the clock on the bathroom wall. She knew Mickey must be wondering where she was. He was no doubt getting worried too. Her attention focused on the little piece of plastic, her frustration now growing a tad.
"Come on you stupid thing. Can't you hurry it up?" Great. Now she was talking to inanimate objects. When she knew it was finally done, she took a deep breath. It all came down to those two little pink lines. Nervously, Minnie stepped over to the sink and, taking a deep breath, she picked up the pregnancy test. She held her breath as she looked at the little screen.
She just stood there in shock for a moment, the realization slowing sinking in. She could hardly believe her eyes.
Mickey was indeed getting worried by his wife's unusually long absence. She said she would be back shortly, and even though she had only been gone for about ten minutes, he couldn't help but feel concerned. He checked the clock again and was highly contemplating going upstairs and making sure she was okay, when Minnie came back downstairs and entered the kitchen. He saw the bright smile she wore as she walked over to him.
"Hey," he greeted her.
"Hey," she smiled back. "Mickey. I have a surprise for you," she said sweetly.
"A surprise?" He turned to her with a quizzical expression. Minnie took Mickey's hand and placed it gently on her stomach. He looked down at her hand, confused, then back up to meet her eyes, which were shinning. She held his hand to her stomach as their gazes remained locked, her smile remaining. He glanced down to her belly, then back up to her as his eyes began to widen, realization hitting him. "You're..." he started. She nodded happily, smiling widely and excitedly.
"I'm pregnant! We're gonna have a baby, Mickey!" she said excitedly. Mickey began to smile just as much as her, his eyes lighting up.
"You're... We're... We're gonna have a baby?" Minnie nodded, smiling. Mickey began laughing with joy as he picked his wife up in his arms and hugged her tight, twirling her around. Minnie also laughed with joy as she circled her arms around her husband's neck and hugged him back. Her feet were lifted up in the air as he twirled her around, both laughing and crying with joy. They were going to be a family. Mickey stopped twirling her and just held her in his arms, her feet still dangling. He kissed her a few times, making her chuckle, and she kissed him back. They smiled at one another, gazing into each other's eyes. He finally set her down on the tile floor, keeping his arms around her slender little waist, and her keeping her arms around his neck.
"I love you," both smiled in unison, then kissed each other. When they finally broke the kiss, he picked her up and twirled her again as they embraced, both laughing.
"We're gonna have a baby!" they cried excitedly, feeling their hearts leaping with joy and pride in their chests. Mickey kissed Minnie while holding her and she happily kissed him back. Finally he set her down again.
"How long?" he asked.
"Almost two weeks," she answered. Then she blushed. "Remember about two weeks ago? When we..." She blushed even more as she recalled the memory. "You know." Mickey blushed a little.
"But we've done it since then," he pointed out.
"I know. But this time was different. It was when we, um..." She blushed. "You know. Went all the way." Mickey blushed a little, recalling the night she was referring to.
"Ohh... That night..." She giggled, blushing.
"Yup. That night. That's when it happened." She smiled up at him. "That's when we made our baby."
Our baby. Those words stuck in the young mice' minds. Neither could really believe that this was real.
"I'm carrying your baby, Mickey," Minnie smiled fondly, looking up into his eyes.
"Our baby," he corrected with a smile, leaning his face closer as he placed one hand on her cheek.
"Our baby," she agreed, loving the ring that had to it. She raised her hand and placed it over his.
"And I'm the father?" Mickey asked. Though he knew he was, it was just the idea that he had something to do with it. Minnie looked at him, then gave him a playful slap on his shoulder.
"Of course you're the father! Who else would it be?" She began to grin and snicker. Then she smiled fondly, placing one hand over her stomach. "This is your baby, Mickey. All yours and nobody elses." She raised her hand up to his cheek and cupped it, smiling lovingly up into his eyes. "I've never been with anyone but you. Never have been, and never will be. No one will ever touch me, hold me, or love me. No one but you. I'll never let anyone. I love you and only you. And I want to be with you and only you. You're the only mouse for me. You're the only guy whom has my heart, and you're the only guy who will ever get my body. I'll never even let another man near me. I'm all yours, Mickey. Forever and ever." She looked down at her stomach and back up to him. "And this baby is all yours, too."
"Aww, gee..." Mickey blushed. Minnie giggled, then leaned up and swept her lips over his lovingly. Breaking the kiss, they pressed their foreheads together.
"I love you so much, you know that?" she smiled.
"I know. I love you, too," he smiled back. They shared a smile, then kissed again. Then Mickey's smile faded as his eyes widened, some panic setting in.
"Omigosh! You shouldn't be standing on your feet!" He picked her up bridal-style, making her squeak in surprise at his sudden action. "You need to sit down!"
"Mickey," Minnie tried, trying to calm him and get a word in.
"You shouldn't be standing in your condition."
"You need to be taking it easy."
"Mickey!" Mickey stopped, and looked at her. She began to giggle. Then she moved her arms around his neck, smiling at him. "Calm down, dear. I'm fine. Don't go stressing yourself out. You don't need to take a time out in your wheel, do you?"
"No," he answered, calming down. She giggled.
"I'm okay. I think it's so sweet of you, but you don't have to worry. I'm totally fine. I can still move around. Just as well as you can. I can stand, walk and run just well as you. But I think it's so sweet of you for thinking of me." She kissed his cheek affectionately.
"You know I'm gonna worry about you, Min. I just want you to be okay and not strain yourself," he said, a tender smile gracing his lips. She felt her heart twirl at how sensitive, sweet and caring he was.
"Oh, Mickey." She nuzzled him, brushing her cheek against his. "Thank you." She pulled away. "But I don't want to just sit around and do nothing the whole time I'm pregnant."
"How about eighty percent of it?" he suggested hopefully.
"Nope," she shook her head.
"How about fifty?"
"Mickey." She looked at him.
"Aww, alright. You can still move around. But I want to be able to help you and take care of you. And I want to keep an eye on you."
"Okay. Deal," she giggled, then kissed him. She gazed into his eyes as he gazed into hers for a moment before either remembered he was still holding her. He gently set her down on the counter next to the stove.
"Now. You just take it easy. Breakfast is almost done."
"Aww, but I wanna help. Please?" Mickey smiled.
"You just sit there and relax. I can handle it," he told her, leaning close to give her a gentle smooch on her cheek, which never failed to make her smile.
"But I want to help you. I feel guilty for being upstairs for so long and not helping you." She dropped her head, her ears drooping. He could hear the downheartedness in her voice and see that she was saddened, and he hated it when she felt like that. "Isn't there anything I can do?" she looked back up to him and asked with a hopeful tone.
"Okay. I guess you can set the table if you'd like." He saw her eyes lit up as her bright smile returned, gracing her beautiful and cute features.
"Aye aye, sir!" She placed her hand to her head in a salute, then hopped off the counter, making a cute squeak as she did so. She happily got out the plates, napkins and utensils and set them neatly on the table. Then she got two cups and placed them on the table. She walked back over to the counter and hopped up on it, as she was before. Which gave her the perfect spot to watch her man, much to her delight.
"Thanks," he said.
"You're welcome," she smiled, and kissed his nose playfully. They shared a smile, then he went back to finishing up their breakfast, whilst she watched him intently. "I can hardly believe this is real," she said softly after a moment, thinking about the new little life growing inside her uterus. She raised a hand to her stomach and gently rubbed it, imagining their baby inside of her, growing, breathing, living. Such a miraculous thought.
"Neither can I," he said, turning to her. "But it is. It is real. We're going to have a baby." She smiled.
"Our baby. Our own little bundle of joy." He leaned close and kissed her. She raised a hand to his face as she kissed him back. Pulling away, they shared a loving smile.
"I love you, you know that," he said.
"I love you more," she said with a cute, sweet smile. She noticed that the box of pancake mix was still setting on the counter and hopped off to put it back in the cabinet.
"What do you think our friends will think when they find out?" Mickey pondered. The little girl mouse stepped next to him and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms under her breasts.
"I think they'll be very happy for us," Minnie answered. "But let's not tell them yet. This'll be our little secret for now," she said, then kissed his cheek.
"You know we won't be able to keep it a secret for long."
"I know. But we'll tell them when we have to. Right now, let's just keep this between us." She smiled at him and he returned it. Then Mickey chuckled.
"Whaddaya think your parents will say?" Minnie groaned, her head rolling back.
"I don't even wanna imagine how my mom will react."
"Yeah. She still looks at you as her little girl." He leaned close with a sly smile, kissing her cheek and making her smile. "Though you are a little girl." She giggled.
"I know my mom will be very happy. And my dad..."
"Aw, no!" Mickey's eyes widened. "When he finds out, he'll probably reintroduce me to his good friend, Mr. Shotgun."
"If we weren't married, then you'd have something to worry about. But we are married, so you're off the hook," she explained.
"He's still gonna want t' kill me. Or at least hang me," he said, distastefully.
"Don't worry, Mickey," Minnie soothed. "You know Daddy loves you. He'll be happy, too. Besides, I promise I won't let him lay a finger on you," she assured. He smiled, feeling relieved.
"I think the people I dread for them to find out is Horace and Clarabelle," he said with some dread.
"Yeah. Me, too," she agreed. "Horace will probably make jokes and Clarabelle will make a big deal out of it."
Mickey finished with his and Minnie's breakfast. Minnie got the plates and held them for Mickey while he placed the pancakes on them. Then they walked over to the table where he pulled a chair out for her.
"Thank you," Minnie smiled sweetly.
"You're welcome," Mickey replied. They held hands as they said their prayer.
"Thank you so much for making breakfast, Mickey. I really appreciate it," Minnie smiled appreciatively.
"Aw, you're welcome, Min," Mickey said. "Now I want you to eat all of that. You're eating for two now"
"Three. I'm eating for you, too, you know," she said with a smile. He returned it. The young mouse couple started on their breakfast together. And as they ate, Minnie couldn't help but imagine their baby inside of her, and with every bite, she knew it was getting the nutrients it needed to help it live and grow. She could hardly believe it. That inside of her uterus was a miracle she and Mickey had made together. That they had taken a piece of her and a piece of him and together they had made a new little life. That a piece of her and him had came together to make the new little life that was growing inside her. It was an amazing thought. And she couldn't help but think...
She was going to be a mother. She smiled at the thought. She was thankful her mom had raised her the way she had. And now it was Minnie's turn. And she wanted to be the best mom she could be. She already knew Mickey was going to be a wonderful father.
Mickey was thinking the same thing. He could hardly believe that he was going to be a father. And that inside of his wife's womb was a piece of her and a piece of him that was growing with ever second. It truly was a miracle. He already knew Minnie would be a wonderful mother, and he wanted to be the best father he could be.
Soon Mickey and Minnie would be hearing the pitter-patter of little feet. Soon, they would be a family.