A.N.: A direct sequel to Love Letters of Old, complete with a reference to chapter 10, and When SHE Came Home After He Almost Married A Witch.
There was a dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it had been nagging at him all morning as he got ready for the wedding….his wedding. Oh that's right, he wasn't getting married to Minnie, but some other girl he only knew for a month….Samantha. She was a sweet girl alright, but he'd known Minnie for much longer, and that was when he realized the pit in his stomach was caused by the fact that he should have been marrying Minnie if anything. Even the ring was supposed to be hers and was originally bought for her, he just hadn't had the golden romantic opportunity to propose to her. Then Minnie got overdramatically mad at him for something typical of him and even left to go on a cruise to forget about him, and since he didn't actually have to do what she was mad at him for because somebody else beat him to it right after he told her about it, he decided to go on his own vacation after he found out Minnie had already left.
Then Samantha came along and changed everything for him, they just clicked as they got to know each other over the course of the month that was his vacation, they clicked so much that upon realizing his free month was up and he had to go home, they just talked about getting married and agreed upon it.
However, now that the wedding was in a couple of hours, the wedding jitters were finally getting to him, and his regret for Minnie's sake ate at his soul. The fact that he only knew Samantha for a month rang in his head in an unending mantra. It was so loud that he continued to function on autopilot throughout the rest of his personal preparations and through the entire beginning of the wedding. When he finally came back to take in his surroundings, the priest was already starting to make them say their 'I dos'. And Mickey just snapped before the priest could finish his end of it.
"Will you, Mickey, take Samantha as your lawfully wedded wife-"
"WELL I MEAN SOMEONE IS OFF ON A CRUISE TA FORGET ABOUT ME SO WHO CARES RIGHT?" He shouted to no one in particular, except maybe Clarabelle so she could call Minnie to get her back here and stop this wedding, as he suddenly realized there was no way she could've afforded a cruise right now unless she took everything out of her savings…and there was no way in Hades' hair that she would do that, plus the timing didn't make sense as she would've had to book months in advance and the day she left wasn't anywhere near their anniversary or either of their birthdays. The cruise had to be a lie. "IT'S NOT LIKE I WAS PLANNING ON A PROPOSAL OR ANYTHING AND I BOUGHT THIS DAMN ENGAGMENT RING LIKE FIVE MONTHS AGO!" Normally he wouldn't swear especially not in front of any ladies, but he was pissed off at himself and Minnie to a point so he allowed himself this much. At the corner of his eye he saw Clarabelle finally take the hint and bolt out of her seat to go find a phone. Now it was just a matter of stalling for time, and he figured he could do that at the moment. "I MEAN, I WAS PLANNING ON GROWING OLD TOGETHER AND DOING STUFF LIKE…SCRAPBOOKING AND WATCHING THE SUNSETS FROM OUR PORCH BUT IT'S OKAY, SHE WANTS TA GO ON A CRUISE AND FORGET!"
"Who's going on a cruise?" Samantha couldn't help but interject curiously. Though she didn't know why he was suddenly so upset but she decided to let him vent to get it all out.
"NO ONE WHO WANTS TO REMEMBER ALL THE YEARS AND HARD WORK WE'VE PUT INTO OUR RELATIONHSIP THAT PROGRESSED AND GREW! BUT IT'S FINE! SHE CAN DO WHATEVER!" Mickey retorted in his continuing anger and calmed down a little…but only a little.
Having a feeling there wasn't exactly going to be an 'I do' coming out of the mouse anytime soon, and he had several other couples to oversee, the priest decided to move on.
"….Um, moving on…If there is anyone here who objects to this-"
"THERE BETTER DAMN WELL BE-!" Mickey interrupted again, then fully realized he shouldn't be saying something like that and cooled himself down completely, and though he continued in a much calmer tone, he glared daggers at the doors of the church, silently hoping that Minnie would show up to stop him and this wedding anyway. "I mean…uh…we're good."
"Then by the power infested in me-" The priest started but was interrupted again, but this time by the church doors slamming open. And to Mickey's delight, it was Minnie who had kicked the doors open.
"ABOUT TIME! I WAS ABOUT TO MARRY THIS NOBODY, THIS CHICK WHO AIN'T EVEN A TENTH AS CUTE AS YOU ARE, WHO-…oh, um." He ranted towards Minnie then caught himself as he pretty much greatly insulted his almost bride to be.
"No, no, I think I'm glad I didn't get fully involved with this, our decision was a little sudden anyway, and for me it means I get to keep being…myself." Samantha assured him, and alluded to the use of her magic while respecting his wishes of keeping it secret. "Here, it's really hers isn't it?" She offered as she took off the engagement ring from her hand.
"Thanks fer understandin' toots." He nodded at Samantha gratefully before hopping off the stage. But as soon as he reached Minnie things started to get fuzzy and weird.
"What, you don't want me to be your mistress?" Minnie asked him haughtily.
It didn't take him long to process why she would ask him that as he woke up laughing hysterically.
Even better, he woke up in time to find that he had rolled over laughing and was unable to save himself as he fell off the bed in a loud THUNK!
Naturally this all woke up his wife, who thankfully was indeed Minnie, as she should be.
"Mickey?" She asked sleepily from waking up enough to try and open up her eyes, but at the THUNK she really woke up as she turned on her light on her nightstand. Seeing that he wasn't in bed she began to worry, until he raised a hand to show he was still around…and still chuckling it seemed. "Mickey, are you alright?"
"Ow, heh, yeah, I'm ok, Min. I just had a weird dream is all." He replied, his chuckles finally subsiding, but he had winced in pain a little as he did bonk his head on the way down, and now he wasn't sure if he was really feeling a trickle of blood or not on the side of his head. He finally lifted half of himself over the side of the bed so he could get a proper second opinion. "Am I bleeding by any chance?"
"Oh my goodness!" She yelped as soon as he verbally brought attention to it and scurried across their bed to reach him and get a better look at it. It was, thankfully, just a small trickle, but it was worrisome was where the cut was…just a few inches below his temple. If he had actually hit his temple, he would have died. "Yes you're bleeding, Mickey." She had his head in her hands and practically her lap, and at that confirmation he had wiggled free from her grasp and headed for the bathroom where the first-aid kit was.
She bounded after him and flew past him to reach the first-aid kit, well, first. She truly did get to it first since Mickey knew how determined she tended to be when it came to him, his health, and his well-being, especially after they got married. Minnie got out all the basics and dampened a wash cloth so she could clean the cut. He kneeled before her with his head in her lap again while she sat on the closed toilet seat.
"Now what in the world was so funny about your weird dream that you had to go and get yourself hurt from falling off the bed?" Minnie asked sternly. Mickey knew she didn't mean for sounding in any way harsh, but she was mad that he was hurt.
"Yer gonna hafta wait fer the punchline ta get it, toots. 'Cause I know yer not gonna like how it starts." He said after he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth in knowing how she was generally going to react. "Now…ya remember Samantha?"
"After the love letter incident, how could I forget?" She asked back rhetorically in a tone that was low enough that he knew she already didn't like where this was going.
"Hey, hey, hey, I wrote a thousand times more love letters fer you than I did her, ya shouldn't be still complaining." He shot back in a tired ire.
"Oh, I'm not, but don't forget that I could use the antiseptic instead of the Neosporin right now, Mickey." She threatened lightly in her honey sweet voice.
"Sorry, toots, but ya know how much I love ya." He earned a kiss on the opposite side of his head from where the cut was, for that statement. "Anyway, I was getting married to her, and regretting it!" He had to add quickly. "Ta the point that by the time we made it to the 'I do's' I just snapped and started complaining loudly ta stall fer time and hugely hint at Clarabelle ta call you ta come and stop the wedding and save me from making the biggest mistake in my life, and 'cause somehow I got it in my head that there was no way you had enough money ta go on a cruise on short notice so ya lied about it…Well, Clarabelle lied about it since you told her to lie about it while you went somewhere else."
Minnie snickered at that last part. "Oh I went on that cruise all right, I was saving it for a surprise but… well, with what ended up happening obviously I just decided to go without you out of spite. But please do go on."
"Well shucks, my own dream was wrong on that, but oh well, ya somehow managed to stop the wedding just as the priest was pronouncing us husband and wife, and then when I got off the stage and down ta ya, you asked me the one thing that made me wake up laughing and fall off the bed. 'What you don't want me to be your mistress?'' He finished explaining in small chuckles, and even did the best impersonation of her as he got to the single line that by a few degrees could've killed him if he had hit his temple.
"Oh, for goodness sake." Minnie sighed at him in exasperation, after being reminded of who Samantha was from the love letter incident, she also knew that his dream had referenced her dream with the same topic that now seemed to have woken them both up. Minnie did let out a few giggles as she finished patching him up, and kissing him where she stuck the Band-Aid on the surprisingly tiny cut.
"Sorry I woke ya up though, Min." Mickey finally said after their chuckles subsided.
"That's alright, Mickey. Waking up and patching you up is a lot better than waking up and finding you dead by complete accident of terrible angling." Minnie retorted lightly, but cringing as soon as she realized she might have nightmares of what she just implied.
"I'll try not ta laugh at my own dreams then." Mickey quipped back.
"Not necessarily, just try not to fall out of bed like that again is all I ask." Minnie told him gently but sternly.
"I can promise that I'll try, but ya know I can't guarantee that I won't." Mickey replied genuinely.
"I know, but I don't think I'll be able to go back to sleep very easily after all of this." She admitted sadly. At this Mickey got up and reversed their roles a bit by scooping her up in his arms just long enough so she could sit in his lap while he now sat on the closed toilet seat.
"Hey, hey, hey, I ain't goin' nowhere anytime soon, Min. But if yer not comfortable goin' back to bed, then we can just get a blanket and go fall asleep on the couch." Mickey suggested hopefully, kissing her neck and shoulder comfortingly and to get a smile out of her.
"Then we'll both fall out." Minnie idly complained but in a joking manner as she had also let out a huffed chuckle.
"At least it's a smaller drop and on carpet instead of hardwood floors." Mickey lightly countered after a roll of his eyes.
"Fair enough, but I'm keeping you away from the edge." She relented sternly.
"As ya wish, my love." He complied, knowing that it would make her happier knowing that he wouldn't fall off right away again.
He then scooped her up bridal style and carried her out the bathroom door, turning off the light with his tail, and headed down the stairs to the living room. There was a warm hand-made afghan blanket on the back of the couch, so as Mickey scooted them onto the couch, he slid the blanket off to cover them both, since he kept Minnie laying on top of him knowing she'd be happier there.
Which she absolutely was, happy as a pig in – well, you already know. In any case, she snuggled right into him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as she sighed blissfully in comfort. Mickey mentally chuckled at how adorable she was, and that his dream self was right. Samantha really wasn't even a tenth as cute as Minnie, and that was the last thought he had before he and Minnie managed to drift off back to sleep.