I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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Bree;

It's been three weeks since Michael asked me out, a week and a half since he's been out of the hospital and been going to therapy and four weeks since we've been in Orlando; but today is the day we get into a plane and fly off to London, England for the boys' show in three days.

Michael had to miss four shows in different places so that meant management had to cancel the shows for Orlando, Toronto, Nashville and somewhere in Mexico, I forgot.

Mikey was so bummed out that he's the cause of the shows being cancelled but he tweeted to the fans that he'll make it up to them somehow.

I'm now 19 and a half weeks pregnant and the nausea and morning sickness went away, but sadly I still get really emotional. My cravings, and my mood swings, also have been way over the top, it's freaking ridiculous.

Next week when we're in Vancouver, I get to find out if my jellybean is a boy or a girl, so I'm quite excited about that; the only reason I didn't find out the sex yet is because the baby was being stubborn and was always facing its back to the ultrasound.

I think I'm going to introduce Michael to my family, I'm hoping I could do that soon. I want to show him my boring but beautiful place I call home.

Oh yeah, another thing that happened this passed month was that I video chatted my family and told them about the baby. My mom was absolutely pissed and said that she's going to find Ricky and murder him, only to bring him back to life so he could help me with him/her, but she got over it and she's nothing but happy. My siblings were excited and my sisters told me that whenever I get home, they're taking me shopping for the baby, I didn't disagree.

Last week, I guess word got out, almost everywhere, and the tabloids were saying that they think it's Michael's kid, oh how I wish it was, and others were saying I cheated on Michael with Ricky but I didn't. It was such a stressful week for me but Mikey was there to help me get through it.

My thoughts were interrupted by Sammy coming in and asking if I was ready, I nodded and grabbed my stuff but Derek ran to me and yanked everything I was carrying away.

"What the hell, Der?" I say, and he sent me a small apologetic smile.

"Michael's orders, you can't be carrying heavy stuff. It could harm the baby." I nod with a smile but on the inside, I was screaming.

"Just c'mon, crabby pants. We're going to London!" Sammy grabs my hand and says with so much excitement.

We take the elevator down to the lobby and get into the black SUV's that were waiting for us and headed to the airport.

I plugged my headphones into my phone and put my playlist on shuffle. I get tired easily now so I decided to rest my eyes until we get onto the plane where I can, hopefully, sleep peacefully.

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We just boarded the plane and my lower back and my feet are absolutely killing me! I got up, caressing Michael's cheek and went to see Derek, "Hey Derek?"

He looked up at me, taking out his headphones, "Hey Bree, what's up?"

"There wouldn't be anything I can fully lay down on, would there?" I ask with hopeful eyes.

"Well, the seats are retractable. I can look for more information on if there's a pullout bed here." He says, I nod with a smile.

"Thank you so much, it's just my lower back is killing me and it's kind of hard to get comfortable on a plane chair." We nod and I go back to my seat between Mikey and Luke.