At this point you were basically a live-in nanny.

With Mike’s long night shifts, you spent basically every night at his home watching Abby and making sure she’s safe through the night.

With the inconvenient hours, you’d often fall asleep there. The couch, guest bedroom. Hell, one time you and Abby fell asleep in a fort you’d made together.

And then the day would come, and you’d just stay to help Mike with daily chores. He never asked you to do this, but you figured he could use the help.

Sometimes there was just no reason for you to go back home. Today was day three of being at Mike’s house. You were just sitting on the couch with Abby and Mike, watching a movie.

Mike got up to use the restroom- and that’s when he noticed the extra toothbrush in the cup.

It should’ve just been something insignificant. But it made him feel so… strange. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized how domestic his relationship with you had become.

When he came back to the living room, he was clearly a lot more preoccupied with his thoughts. Completely distracted. Even a bit flustered.