Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with Disney whatsoever. All OC's and places were created specifically for this story and are not modeled after real people or places.
Author's note: Welcome to the third chapter of this story. I hope you enjoy it. No flames or criticism. Also, I wanted to say that even though the mice are now married, I will still write stories where they are still boyfriend and girlfriend. This is a fanfiction story, remember? I will still write stories where they are boyfriend and girlfriend and I'll still write stories where they are married.
Squad Unit 19.
TWO HEARTS, ONE LOVE
After changing out of his tuxedo, Mickey walked back into the bedroom Minnie was in and found her adjusting the hair bow she now wore on her head. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at her. She wore a pink tank top, a pair of grey Soffe shorts and her hair bow. She was barefoot. As he walked in, her smile met his. He was wearing a red T-shirt and white shorts.
"Here's my tux," he mentioned, walking over to her. Her wedding dress lay on the bed.
"Now we'll put them in one of those bags so they'll always be safe and clean," she said. She picked up the space bag on the bed and he helped her place their wedding attire into the bags. Then he got the vacuum, and sucked the air out of the bag. "There. Now they're protected." She placed the bag in their closet then stepped over to him, taking his hands into hers. "I can hardly believe that we're going to honeymoon on a beautiful island resort." She giggled. He chuckled.
"Believe it. Day after tomorrow, we hop a plane to our own honeymoon paradise on the island, Tiaca," he said. "Just you, me, and some fun in the sun."
"Well then, we better start packing for our trip."
"Right." Before long, the mice each had a suitcase laying on the bed, and were packing what they needed for their honeymoon. Though they were now married, Mickey couldn't help but blush as Minnie packed her underwear, and Minnie couldn't help but blush as he packed his. As they packed, Mickey couldn't help but notice some of the outfits Minnie had. Several of her garments had him, his face, his name or at least his icon on them. He hadn't ever really paid much attention to it before but now, seeing her wardrobe, there were a good deal of clothing with him on them in some way. She had T-shirts, tank tops, sweaters, jackets, scarfs, mittens; she even had underwear. Even some jeans had the Mickey Icon in rhinestone embroidery on the legs or back pockets, and she had some belts too. Some people might would call her a fan girl. But she was his biggest fan. She always said she was. He was deeply flattered. But clothing was just one thing that had him, his face, his name or his icon on it. She had other items as well.
"So Oswald will be looking after the house while we're gone?" Minnie asked, folding a shirt before packing it.
"Yep," Mickey replied, getting a shirt from the closet. "He said he'd stay here while we're gone, and that he'd feed and play with Pluto and Figaro, too. I gave him the number to the hotel in case something came up." He walked over to the bed and placed the shirt in his suitcase.
"And the Professor is supposed to look after Toodles and the clubhouse, right?"
"Yup. I also gave him the number to the hotel. And don't worry, I told them to call only if necessary." She grinned, and nudged his hip with her own.
"Good. This is our honeymoon. I want it to be just us and no interruptions." He grinned back.
"That's why I told them to only call if necessary." She giggled, and placed her hand on his cheek as she kissed him.
Soon, the mice had finished packing and both sat on her suitcase, flattening it down while she zipped and locked it. They chuckled as they did this. Then they did the same to his. After they finished with their suitcases, they placed them over by the door.
"There. We're all set," Minnie said.
"And we didn't forget anything." Mickey said. Then he placed his finger to his chin. "At least, I don't think we forgot anything." His wife giggled and playfully nudged his hip.
"Nah. We didn't forget anything." With a mischievous grin, he wrapped his right arm around her waist and gently lifted her up on his right, making her squeak and giggle as she wrapped her left arm around his neck.
"And I'm definitely taking you," he chuckled. She giggled.
"You better take me," she grinned playfully. "I'm definitely taking you, too." They chuckled, then she kissed the top of his head. She loved when he held her. She loved feeling his strong, loving arms around her. It made her feel safe.
Mickey couldn't resist, and, using his left hand, began to tickle her right side. At his touch, she began squeaking and squealing with laughter. She squirmed in his arm, but he held her tight, and she had to endure his tickles until he finished, though she had no complaints. After a bit, he ceased and her laughter died down.
"Tee hee! I married a sneaky mouse," she chided with a playful smile. She kissed his right ear and nipped it playfully.
"So did I," he said, and both chuckled together.
Mickey and Minnie spent the rest of the day just hanging out and playing together. They played with Pluto and Figaro in their backyard, played a little badminton, went for a stroll in the park, and ate dinner together outside at the picnic table. When it got dark out, they relaxed in the hammock looking up at the stars for a while before they went in. The young mouse couple had a great day together. After both showered - separately - they changed into their pajamas and brushed their teeth. Minnie wore a white tank and a pair of pink lounge pants. The drawstrings had little red hearts on the ends of them. Mickey wore a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of red lounge pants.
Walking into their bedroom, Minnie couldn't help it as her heart rate increased. She couldn't believe her and Mickey was going to be sleeping in the same bed. She paused for a moment as the realization hit her. Sleep. With. Mickey. Man, the amount of times she imagined that happening. She couldn't count the amount of times she imagined snuggling up to Mickey and going to sleep in his arms.
"You ready to hit the hay?" Mickey asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Mm-hm," she nodded, smiling. "I am a little tired."
"Me, too." Walking over to the bed, they pulled the covers back and she sat down on the edge of it. She bounced on it, giggling.
"You're bed is very bouncy and comfy."
"Our bed," he corrected. She smiled. Their bed. That thought went through her head. She loved the sound of that. She watched him sit on the bed and lay down on his back. She couldn't help it, but her heart was beating faster. With a wide smile, she laid down next to him, snuggling against him. She nuzzled her head against his chest as she wrapped one arm across his stomach and he wrapped one arm around her waist. Feeling the soothing warmth of his body, she could easily get used to sleeping next to him. No, scratch that. She was already used to it. He pulled the cover up over them as they lay snuggled together. They also intertwined their tails. Minnie couldn't help but giggle excitedly. "What is it?" he asked curiously. She looked up to him, a wide smile on her face.
"I'm sleeping with Mickey Mouse," she giggled. He rolled his eyes and grinned.
"Now you sound like a fan girl." She nudged him playfully.
"I am a fan girl. I'm your biggest fan."
"You're the only girl that will ever be able to say that," he said.
"I better be," she grinned. Then she kissed him. "I'm just happy that we're sleeping in the same bed."
"We've had to do it a few times before, remember?"
"I know. But this time is different. We're married now, and now we can do this every night." She nuzzled him.
"I'm happy we can do this, too," he said hugging her closer. "So many nights I've slept in this bed alone..." She looked up to him, listening intently. "Do you know how many nights I've laid here and wondered what it would be like to have you here next to me? I've thought so many times about those few times we had to share a bed, and you know what? I missed it. I missed feeling you next to me. I missed holding you as you slept. I missed hearing your soft breathing. And I missed waking up to you. When we did have to share a bed - with you next to me - I felt like I was protecting you; keeping you safe." He raised his hand to her cheek and cupped it. "Now you're here. And we can do this every night." He could see her dark brown eyes shimmering. His words had plucked her heartstrings.
"Oh, Mickey," she uttered, then hugged him closer to her. "That's so sweet." After a moment, she leaned her head up and kissed him. She smiled lovingly at him as she began to rub his chest with her hand. "Do you know how may nights I laid in my bed at home and wanted to feel you next to me? I've thought so many times about those times we had to share a bed, and I missed feeling you next to me. I missed feeling your warmth, hearing your breathing and holding you as you slept. I missed being able to go to sleep holding you and feeling you holding me, and I missed being able to wake up to you. I wanted all of that. When we did have to share a bed - with you next to me - I felt like I was protecting you, too. I felt like I was keeping you safe. So many nights I've laid down in an empty bed and wanted to feel you next to me. And now you are. Now we can do this every night." They smiled lovingly at one another, their eyes shimmering, reflecting the love they felt for one another. They hugged each other close and brushed their lips together. "I love you, Mickey," Minnie smiled when they broke the kiss.
"I love you, Minnie," Mickey smiled.
"Goodnight, sweetie."
"Goodnight, doll." As the young mouse lovers cuddled close, they knew the lonely nights in empty beds were over. Now they would always sleep next to each other. After Mickey turned off the lamp on the nightstand, they settled in for a peaceful nights sleep. As the night wore on, Minnie soon fell asleep snuggled next to her husband. The soothing sound of his gentle heart beat and feeling his hand rubbing her back had lulled her to sleep. Mickey heard her breathing even out and glanced down to her. He smiled. She wore a smile as she slept, and her arm that was draped over his stomach held him in a light grip. He kissed her softly on the top of her head and closed his eyes as he started feeling drowsy himself. Soon, he, too, drifted off to sleep, and the mice dreamt of each other as they slept through the night.
As the dawn broke, the sun's rays seeped lightly through the closed blinds into the mice' bedroom. Minnie's eyelids fluttered open and her vision began to focus as the adjusted to the rays of sunlight seeping through the blinds. As she shifted a little, yawing, Mickey followed, waking up as well. Just before she finished her yawn, he started to yawn as well, and as she looked up to him, she couldn't help but smile. As he finished, their eyes met.
"G'morning, Mickey," Minnie greeted with a warm and drowsy smile.
"G'morning, Minnie," Mickey greeted back with an equally warm and drowsy smile. They leaned close and shared a good morning kiss, and as they happily indulged in it, Minnie couldn't help but notice how energizing his kiss was. It instantly began to wake up her senses and she felt her body tingle; from the tops of her ears, to the tip of her tail, down to her toes. Wow... What a way to start the day. After a about four seconds, they broke the kiss and pulled away as their smiles and eyes met. Minnie gently placed her left hand over his left and their rings touched.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked.
"Yeah, I did. I slept like a log," he answered. "How 'bout you?"
"Uh-huh. I slept like a log, too," she replied, giggling. She snuggled against him again, loving feeling him next to her. "I always sleep well when I sleep next to you." She didn't dare move from the comfiest place she had ever known. In truth, Minnie did sleep best when she slept next to Mickey. Thinking back to all those times she slept alone in her bed, they weren't even half as good as the times she slept next to him. One reason she knew she slept better was because she felt safer with him there, and she felt that she was keeping him safe as well. And his soft breathing and light snoring helped to lull her to sleep.
She remembered the nights she'd wake up and see her empty bed. She remembered the nights she'd have a nightmare and wake up alone, wishing he were there to comfort her, hold her, and tell her everything would be okay. She remembered the cold fall and winter nights she'd be curled under the covers of her bed, wishing she could feel his warmth. And she recalled all the times she'd hear sirens go by her house at night in the direction of Mickey's home and she'd be scared to death that something had happened to him. She'd grab the cordless phone on her nightstand and call him just to make sure he was all right. Now she knew those lonely nights were over for good. He was there. With her. Beside her. And he always would be.
For Mickey, the feeling was mutual. He remembered the lonely nights he'd lay in his bed. The nights he'd have a nightmare and wake up wishing she were there. He remembered the fall and winter nights he'd be laying in bed wishing she were there. He remembered hearing sirens going past his house sometimes in the direction of her house and grabbing his phone, calling to make sure she was okay. Now he had her there with him. Beside him. And those lonely nights were gone for good.
As the mice lay there snuggled up together, their stomachs began to rumble. At first it was barely noticeable, but the longer they lay there, the louder it got. Finally, their stomachs growled together at the same time, and both mice began to laugh.
"I guess we better get up and eat," Mickey said.
"I guess so. If we don't, our tummy's won't let us see any peace," Minnie agreed. Then she snuggled against him. "But we could always come back to bed after breakfast." He chuckled.
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Both chuckled, then kissed each other. Minnie sat up and Mickey sat up next to her. "Why don't you stay here and I'll make you breakfast?" he offered.
"Oh, Mickey," she smiled, her heart fluttering at his offer. It touched her deeply. "Thank you. I really appreciate that. But why don't you stay here and I'll make you breakfast?"
"No, I'll make you breakfast."
"No, I'll make you breakfast." Both began to laugh, knowing they wouldn't win this unless they compromised.
"Okay - I'll make yours and you can make mine," he offered.
"Deal," she agreed, shaking his hand. "Then we can bring our breakfast back in here and have breakfast in bed together." Sharing a smile, they pulled off the covers and got out of bed. Walking around to the bottom of the bed, they began to do their morning mousercise together. It was their form of exercise - a little name they came up with together and started calling it that. After they finished their mousercise, Minnie walked over to the window and opened the blinds, allowing the sunlight to pour through. "Gosh, it's going to be a beautiful day," she said.
"It sure is," he said, admiring the beautiful rays of golden sun flowing through the window. But as Minnie turned around to him, he couldn't deny that she was much more beautiful. She looked heavenly as she sauntered daintily and delicately over to him. She seemed to glide rather than walk. The way the sun shone around her made her look like an angel descending from Heaven. The warm and loving smile she wore was contagious and he couldn't help but smile back. He noticed how her slender hips swayed ever so slightly. It wouldn't surprise him if he saw a pair of beautiful wings behind her. She stepped up to him, taking his hands into hers.
"So what wouldja like for breakfast?" she asked cutely. Mickey lifted his head, thinking.
"Mmm... I'm kinda in the mood for some strawberry pancakes." She giggled.
"You got it."
"What about you?" he questioned. "What would you like?" She giggled again.
"Same thing you're having. I'm in the mood for some strawberry pancakes, too."
"You got it." Just then, Pluto and Figaro came sprinting into the mice' bedroom, Pluto barking and Figaro meowing.
"Morning, fellas!" the mice greeted as they pet the dog and cat.
"I guess you guys want some breakfast, too, eh?" Mickey surmised. Pluto and Figaro nodded. Minnie giggled.
"Mickey and I were just getting ready to head downstairs."
"Why don't you two go on and wait on us?"
"We'll be down in a jiffy." Pluto and Figaro nodded, then sprinted out the door. The young mice made their bed, then walked downstairs hand-in-hand.
Mickey and Minnie fed Pluto and Figaro, then began to make breakfast for each other. They had a fun time making breakfast together and couldn't help but laugh as the both of them got a little flower on them. Once they finished making their breakfast, they carried it it upstairs - he carried hers and she carried his. Once in their bedroom, they crawled onto their bed, then they exchanged breakfast's, held hands as they said their prayer, then began to eat.
"It's fun having breakfast in bed together," Minnie said with a smile.
"I'll say," Mickey agreed. "Here's to our happy honeymoon." He held up his glass of orange juice. She smiled and lifted her own glass.
"To our happy honeymoon. And to a wonderful life together."
"Cheers," both said, clinking their glasses together, then taking a sip. Then they shared a gentle kiss.
After breakfast, the mice carried their trays back downstairs into the kitchen and began to wash the dishes together. Afterward, the young mouse couple decided to go to the park. It was a beautiful day, and they decided to fly a kite and go skateboarding together. After changing - in separate rooms - out of their pj's and into something more outdoor worthy, they grabbed their skateboards, knee pads, elbow pads, helmets and their kite and headed for the park. The mice had a great time playing in the park together. They flew their kite, rode their skateboards, and when it was lunchtime, they each got a hot dog from the vendor in the park and sat together on a bench as they ate.
Later that evening, the mice headed back home. Tomorrow was when they would leave for their honeymoon, and both were very ecstatic about it. After returning home, they ate dinner, then took a shower - separately. After that, they brushed their teeth. It wasn't that late, but the mice decided to go to bed early; but not for the purpose of sleeping... The previous night was their first time sleeping together as a married couple, now this night would be their first time doing something else... Both were excited and were smiling ear to ear as they headed into their bedroom where their next new experience was about to begin...
The next morning, Mickey and Minnie got up, ate breakfast and changed. Mickey phoned Oswald to let him know they were leaving, then the mice told Pluto and Figaro that they'd be back in two weeks. They locked up their house then got in their car and headed for the airport. They had the option to fly or sail to the island, and both decided to fly there and sail back. Arriving at the airport, they checked out their baggage and before long were on a plane to Tiaca. They sat together and buckled in as the plane began speeding down the runway and took off.
Their honeymoon had officially begun.
