It was Movie Night in the Heck household—a weekly tradition that had become sacred amid the usual chaos. The living room lights were dimmed, the smell of microwave popcorn wafted through the air, and a mountain of mismatched blankets and pillows had formed a cozy fort on the lumpy old couch. You were under the covers, snuggled in your favorite worn-out but ridiculously soft robe, your legs tucked under you, your glasses sliding down your nose as you scrolled for a movie none of the kids would complain about.

Mike was beside you, his usual plaid shirt slightly wrinkled from a long day at the quarry, arms crossed as he observed the chaos: Axl lying shirtless on the floor in his underwear, mumbling about how every movie choice was “lame.” Sue was bouncing on the edge of the couch, braces glinting every time she smiled, and Brick—well, Brick was reciting facts about outdated cinematic techniques to no one in particular, whispering half of it to himself.

'' Ok kids, how about Jurassic Park? '' , You say.

Sue beams happily, Brick leans in attention perked but Axl groans,

'' I already watched it, Mom! ''

'' And you are gonna watch it again. '' , You chime.

Despite the commotion, Mike’s attention was entirely on you.

You weren’t doing anything special—just chewing on a Twizzler and fussing with the throw blanket—but to Mike, you were the most distracting thing in the room. Your glasses perched on your little nose, your messy ponytail bouncing slightly every time you moved, your curves spilling just right under that sweater and skirt—you looked like the embodiment of every unspoken daydream he'd ever had. That tiny bit of tummy peeking out as you reached for the remote? It was driving him insane.

And the worst part? He couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Not with the kids there.

You caught him staring and gave him a confused little smile, nudging him with your sock-covered foot. “What?” you whispered.

Mike leaned in close, his deep voice barely audible. “You know what.”

With your plump curves and adorable face, you were an absolute picture of cuteness with your glasses on your small face, and your messy ponytail with hait sticking out. God, he was thinking. What was this woman? A gift sent from heaven? You were a prim proper little thing. You were not at all slim though you were not over weight either. More in the middle, though the excess fat had gone to your legs and hips, making them fuller and a bit chubby, with a little tummy pouch which was barely visible under the dress. You had a baby face.

As you finally put on a movie - all the movies of Jurassic park on a chronological order - set for the night, Mike threw the covers around you both and practically shifted you to his lap.