Chloe’s POV
@Chloe_Clifford: Just so you guys know, Luke is the one who proposed to Calum. It was so cute! <3
One more day until I got married. I was spending the day with Michael, cause I wouldn’t be able to see him after he left tonight. I stare at Michael and I hear him speak, causing me to jump.
“You know, it’s not nice to stare.” He says as he watches me jump in fright.
He laughs, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He tells me, kissing me on the forehead.
“You know, I meant every word I said the other night. That song was for you. I still feel the exact same way since the first day I met you.” He states.
“Have you figured what it is about me that intrigues you?” I ask.
“Yes, it’s your love for me! I fall in love with you all over again every single day.” He replies.
He places his lips on mine. I can feel him smiling, which causes me to smile. He pulls away slowly stares down at me with his loving eyes.
“I love you so much, Chloe Rosewood.” He whispers.
We decide to head downstairs before the boys get bored and decide to burst into our room while we’re in the middle of a makeout session. They would tease us for the rest of the day for sure.
Once we make it downstairs and the smell that hits my nose immediately makes my stomach feel nauseous. I barely make it to the toilet before I barf up whatever's left in my stomach from last night.
“Babe, are you alright?” Michael asks.
“Yeah, something just didn’t agree with my stomach.” I reply.
“Are you sure you aren’t getting sick?” He asks.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m fine, Michael.” I assure him.
“Okay.” He says as we head back out to the kitchen.
Michael goes to talk to Luke and I stand by Ashton.
“Morning sickness.” Ashton whispers.
I nod and he gives me a sympathetic look. We quickly eat breakfast before we head out for the day.
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I look through the rack of clothes and feel an arm wrap around my waist. I feel Michael kiss me on the forehead, causing me to smile.
“Hello, my beautiful fiance.” He greets me with a smile.
“Hi Mikey.” I say, giggling.
“God, that is one of my favorite sounds in the world.” He mumbles.
“What is?” I ask.
“Your laugh, your giggle.” He replies.
“Oh, well your singing voice is my favorite sound in the world.” I tell him.
“Then I’ll sing to you forever.” He replies.
We finish up shopping and head home, to spend the next couple hours in each others arms until he had to leave.
