I Get Carried Away.

Mike nodded, he knew John's words were true. They would hate each other over that child and he just didnt want to risk it.

John smiled and weakly brought Mike's hand to his lips, kissing it gently. "I love you so much Mizzy... when we get better the first thing we're doing is getting married." He said with a smile. "I never took your ring off." He said, looking down at their intertwined fingers, at his ring.

Mike beamed at him.
"Good, I never wanted you too John....."
Mike, no matter how mad or upset, wanted his ring to come off of his lover.

John smiled. "So... big white wedding? Or something small?" He asked, nuzzled Mike's hand.

"Big one.....You'll be so beautiful.....You deserve something big." Mike nodded. "In a church traditionally or somewhere else if you want. Maybe on a beach." Mike hummed thoughtfully.

John smiled. "How about... Vegas, big white wedding, we rent out Caesar's Palace or the Bellagio or the Ritz?" He asked with a smile. If Mike wanted to get carried away, then so be it.

Mike had always been one to get carried away, in truth he got carried away by the look, by the light in John's eyes, before he even know the ride he was on, he was long gone. He got carried away, nothing matter, but being with John. Like a bird he was flying high like on a windy day, he got carried away. But this was also with his planning. Lucky for John.

John pursed his lips as he thought. "The Venetian! The place is amazing. And I know the manager... he owes me a favor. We could fly down there, set everything up. Then... I'll go to New York, get my suite..." John started picturing the whole thing, and he couldn't wait.

Mike laughed and nodded, his grin bright.
"That sounds perfect!!"

John smiled. "But first... we gotta get better and get out of here. I hate hospitals with a burning passion." He muttered, squeezing Mike's hand.

Mike nodded.
"I know you do Johnny."
He wanted him out of here as soon as they could get out. He knew his lover hated it.

"Oh and... no sex till our honeymoon. I don't wanna be knocked up and not be able to fit in my suite because your testosterone level is too damn high." He grumbled, nuzzling Mike's hand and closing his eyes.

Mike chuckled.
"Awwwww, but I want sex." He was okay though, it would be nice to have honeymoon sex like that.

"I'll blow you, you big horny dog. But I'm sure you can wait." He chuckled before drifting off to sleep, wishing they could leave this place already.

Mike whined a moment more but soon he joined his lover in their peaceful slumber.

Two weeks passed until they could actually be released from the hospital. At this point, John was itching to get out of this hospital bed. "Lemme leave!" He whined loudly, trying to blow his hair out of his face.

Mike laughed at him, standing on his own.
"Johnny baby, we can go, dont worry."
he took his lovers hand.

John smiled, taking Mike's hand and standing up. He stretched, his neck cracking. "Holy shit... I'm never laying down again." He groaned and went to go change of this horrible hospital gown back into his own cloths.

Mike winked at him.
"Sexy, Sexy!!" He wiggled his brows to his lover.

John turned around, smirking at his lover before shutting the bathroom to change. "No sex!" He yelled from behind the door before changing.

"Nawwww Johnny!!!" Mike whined like a child who really wanted something and had just been told no by its mother.

John chuckled."Masturbate!" He said, before he finished changing and walked out of the bathroom.

"Move." He stepped into the bath room and locked the door. He wasn't doing it now, he was just teasing his lover.

"Baby, don't even think about it! In a hospital? Really? Really Mike? Really?" He said, stealing his lover's signature line.

"Hey! Thats my line! Your not doing it AWESOME enough!!" Mike pouted at his lover from the bathroom.