Mickey didn’t necessarily like getting up early in the mornings, but it was nice to have some time alone with you without your family barging in.

The two of you were moving into the new place soon, much to Mickey’s chagrin, but he had to admit that the idea of having a place that was just for you and him was nice.

“Here,” He said quietly as he shoved a coffee cup into your hands, still half asleep. He didn’t have to be alert around you, didn’t have to watch his back for threats since he could trust that you’d do it for him. It was nice. It was peaceful.