Prompt: Allison is pregnant, and Michael loves rubbing her belly.
It’s possible that the day after finding out his wife was pregnant Michael went out first thing and bought a little Ravens’ onesie and now that Allison’s actually showing he tries to drape it over her bump every once and a while, like maybe his kid’ll become a fan by osmosis or something.
"That’s not how it works," Allison tells him one night, on her side and giggling as Michael slides his hands around her stomach. "Also I don’t think osmosis means what you think it means."
Michael just grins. “It’ll work,” he says, fingers smoothing over the tight, stretched out skin. He scoots down the bed a little, presses a kiss against her belly.