"Awwh.. Is the baby girl sick?" Ashton came around and pinched my cheeks quite hard. Slapping his hands off of me, I stuck out my bottom lip.
"Does the baby want food?" I nodded my head, pointing towards the direction of the ice cream.
"Anything for the princess," Michael got up, grabbing both tubs and 5 spoons. Taking one spoon, I grabbed a tub and ate cheerfully. A spoon came in and scooped some of my ice cream. Seeing it was Michael, I let him.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of everyone sleeping on the couch or watching re-runs of Full House.
"Hey," Michael whispered from beside me.
"Hi," I looked at him with sleepy eyes.
"Do you want me to carry you into your room?"
"Please." With that, he carried me from the couch, careful to not step on Luke on the floor sound asleep, and walked towards my bedroom. I pointed to the last door in the hallway, signaling it as my room. He pushed the door open, and laid me on my matress.
"Goodnight princess," Michael whispered as he kissed my forehead, leaving me smiling and sleeping without any concern in the world.
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I'm horrible, I know. I'm probably going to edit the first parts of this horrific fanfic.
Forgive me? I'll give you chocolates and food?!
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concert | michael clifford
Fanfiction"Maybe going to this concert was a bad idea." |pssst this book is really bad. read at your own will. you have been warned.|
