Baby Clifford

Oh Michael

*About 3 months later*

I was cleaning the house while Michael was recording or something like that. This baby just makes me forget. It was nice to have the house to myself and not have Michael hovering over me to make sure everything is alright. It's cute, but it can get on my nerves a bit. He means well though. Disney music played throughout the house.

It was odd at first, since I'm not really used to listening to kiddy music. Before the baby it was nothing but My Chemical Romance, 5 Seconds of Summer, All Time Low, Panic! at the Disco, some days a bit of Fall Out Boy and Mayday Parade.

"Baby Clifford, you are definitely making it harder to dance in the kitchen, just so you know." I scold my unborn child, noticing I couldn't risk hitting the side of the counter or something like I used to, not to mention having a mini-me or Michael is adding the weight on me for sure. I heard

"For the first time in Forever" from Frozen start. "No, no, no I've listened to this too many times!" I snapped before skipping the song. Okay, this baby is going to be an angry child by how it's making me mad.

Then, popped on "Can you feel the Love Tonight" from the Lion King Timo still makes me laugh at the beginning. Plus, I can of find it funny that it kind of was that way, with Calum and Luke anyways. Meaning Michael and I were dating sort of around the same time as Ella and Ashton. I have no idea why, but I like to compare our marriage to Disney characters. "Baby, I hope you love this song like I do." I coo to the baby bump. I try my best to match pitch and notes with the song. The fetus started moving inside of me. "Okay, you either really love my singing or really hate it. I'm sorry, we can't all be amazing singers like your daddy and uncles. You'll just have to face it." I giggled at the end. "You know, Daddy and I did the same as Nala and Simba to get you in my belly." I giggled at my innocent dirty talk. I've come to this part in my life, wow. I feel old now.

Scaring the crap out of me, came Michael's solo in "Don't Stop" from my phone. "Between you and your Daddy, I don't know who will kill me first." I said in an angry happy way and grabbed my phone from the coffee table in the living room. I sighed at the snapchat ghost in my notifications with "Baby Daddy Mikey ;) ;) ;)" as his name. "What did your Daddy send us?" I asked, unlocking my phone and opened the snapchat. I just about died laughing. "Your daddy is so silly baby." I said looking at the picture with his nipple exposed from his red flannel. With the text saying, "When Baby Clifford is hungry" with a red arrow pointing to his circled nipple. I just had to screanshot it. "Oh Michael, how I wonder some days." I sighed to myself. I took a selfie with my hand covering my eyes, "Our child is now blind " I send back. He came back with a smile and said, "And lost their innocence opps" I laughed. "It wasn't going to last long" He smiled with a thumbs up, "See you later babe" I sighed and locked my phone before continuing cleaning the house.

I walked into the nursery and smiled at the clean, freshly dried grey-blue room. Michael and I didn't really care if it was a girl and we have a blue room. Blue is the best color for a bedroom, it's a calming color. I gazed at the room and pictured the child in me now growing up in it. I run my hands over my baby bump.

"You're going to have a happy life. You won't have a terribly judgmental dad, like I did, but don't worry, you won't meet him. He's long gone out of my life and lives very far away. I'm glad you won't meet him." I said, a bit too happy. "He only cares about money and his dog basically for the most part, then his family. I won't let that happen to either me or your father. We don't even have a dog, so no problem there." I added. I sighed at the thought of my father saying that I disappointed him by becoming a writer and moving to Australia from Illinois USA, saying I should've gone into his GIC business and take over after I get a business degree and have writing be a hobby. "We'll always say do what makes you happy, not what money it makes." I said and took a seat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room, across from the crib. "Your daddy made a nip slip and sent a pic of it to me. I'm sure you'll be fine." I laughed.

I rubbed my belly as I rocked. "Tomorrow we'll have a doctor's appointment to see you." I said. "I'm not worried because no matter what you'll be perfect for our family. Your daddy will sing to you, and maybe even your uncles. When and if they have children you'll be the oldest and most important because you're mine and your father's." I smiled. "You'll be happy. I hope you ease up on your daddy and me during the first like two, three years of your life, please. Neither of us have that much experience. You know what, I don't think your dad has more than minutes with a new born child, so give him a good chance, he'll get there. Daddy will find out what he's doing after about a month...or two...hopefully. Lord help us with patience, we'll need it." I added.

"HONEY I'M HOME!" Michael announced through the house. "I'm in the baby's room!" I exclaimed back. I heard his heavy footsteps coming closer to the nursery. "Hey babe," He smirked with a package behind his back. "What do you have?" I asked, curiosity getting to me. "Well, the boys and I went shopping today," He smirked. "Oh God," I said and put my face in my hands. "We didn't go to Victoria's Sercret this time, even though Calum and Luke begged to go in," He muttered the second part. "You're never going in that store again." I scolded, remembering for our anniversary he went there and came back with practically the whole kinky section of that store, not to mention the other sex shops he went to and got more to add on to it. He also told me Luke got a bonner in there too and had to leave the store.

"It's innocent!" He declared. I raised my head to him. "So we went into a baby's store today and said this was perfect." He said and handed me the small bag. I took out the one of items from the bag. It had to be a 12-14 month old size, so it would be put aside for a while. I held a little black onesie that said in white writing "Daddy used to get some before me" I couldn't help but laugh. "Keep going, that's not the only one." Michael spoke. "I got both, just in case." He added before I took out a small light blue tutu with black leggings. "In case it's a girl," I looked up at him like he was stupid. "Yes Michael I know." I smiled before taking out a grey hoodie that said 'Little Rockstar.' "This is perfect." I grinned. "I thought you would say that." He smirked. "I love you." He kissed me. "I love you too." He whispered and put the clothing on the changing table. "It's late, we're going to need sleep before this baby kills us from not enough sleep." He laughed and picked me up bridal style. "Michael, a few months from now, you won't be able to carry me." I said. "That's why I'm doing it now." He said as he brought us to bed. He undressed down to his boxers before spooning me. "Good night Haylie." He said and kissed my temple. "Good night Daddy." I smiled and closed my eyes.