What happens when Michael Clifford, the guitarist of 5 Seconds Of Summer, gets into a bad car accident with his current girlfriend Bree?
She loses her memory from the passed five years after she goes through a 6 month coma and three years of the fi...
-1 month and 2 weeks later; Bree 32 weeks 4 days * Sammy 30 weeks and 2 days -
We've arrived at our next location and the guys have a free day today, so we decided we're gonna have lunch, go take Dec to the park then go fishing until dinner time.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Declan whines, "I wanna go to the paaaaark!"
"Yes Declan, we're gonna go there but we have to do some errands first." Michael replies and Declan looks at me in confusion.
"Errands? Like bad stuff?" He questions, making both Mikey and I laugh.
"No baby, errands are little jobs grown ups do to get stuff done." I respond, taking his hand in mine but he stops and turns to me.
"I hope I have a brother" Declan wraps his arms around my stomach, his cheek pressed against my belly and I mentally 'awe'.
I look at Michael and notice he's holding his phone up- he's either recording or just taking a picture, capturing the moment.
"Are you excited, babe?" I ask him and he looks up at me with a huge smile and nods his head. "You're baby brother or sister will be here in a few weeks!"
"Yay!" He jumps up and down, "I get someone to play with now!"
"Buddy, baby won't be able to walk or play until he or she's at least two or three years old." Michael chuckles, Declan stops jumping and slumps his shoulders.
"But that's a long time" Declan whines, Michael and I just giggle about Declan's disappointment about not being able to play with his sibling.
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"I can't believe I can eat 4 cheeseburgers, balance six to eight books on my head, sing and play the guitar but I can not fish worth shit!" Michael complains, making Cal, Ash, Luke, Sammy and I laugh.
"It's so easy though babe!" I say, casting out my line, it goes pretty far.
"Show off...." Michael mumbles while he tries to cast his line out but fails miserably.
"I'm not showing off, by the way, I just grew up fishing. It's part of my culture" I say, smiling.
"Well how do you do it!" Michael exclaims getting aggravated, he pulls Declan into his lap and rocks back and forth.
"It's literally so simple. Michael, you grab the line with one finger, have another finger below that one and the rest of your fingers around the bottom." I explain, showing him how to do it, "You pull back this, move the rod to the side and cast, only letting the one finger holding the line go."
I cast my line out again, looking at a grumpy looking Mikey.
"You push the metal piece down after you see your hook land in the water then you just reel it in, not slow but not fast either and you jig it; hoping to catch a fish." I finish explaining and jig my rod.
I was in the middle of talking with Calum when my rod started going crazy, I start reeling in my line fast, hoping the fish doesn't get away.
"Holy shit, you have something!!" Calum exclaims, getting all excited.
"Fuck, this is a big one!" I groan and it goes silent before everyone bursts out laughing. "Almost got it!!"
I reel it in and see that I did, in fact, catch a fish. I bring it onto the dock and then start taking the hook out of its mouth, I hold it up and everyone takes a picture, last one being Mikey.
"Smile." He says, I hold the fish up and smile wide until I hear a click, "Is it a keeper?"
"Yeah, it's big enough." I say, putting it in the container we brought and we decide to go back to the hotel because for one, Sammy and I were getting hungry and two, Declan and I were getting tired.
We catch separate taxis back to the hotel and I'm hoping the kitchen there could cook this fish for me, well us. I've been craving fish and potatoes for so long, it's unbelievable.
In our taxi there was Michael, Declan, Luke and I. Luke was in the passengers while Mikey, Dec and I were in the back; I was just enjoying the scenery as we passed by until suddenly I start to feel a massive tightening pain in my stomach, I groan and lean forward holding my sides.
"What's wrong?" Michael asks, rubbing my lower back and I look up at him and shake my head.
"It's nothing serious, ow." I say, rubbing the side of my stomach, "Just Braxton Hicks..."
"That sounds serious..." Mikey says slowly, looking at me skeptically.
I sigh deeply, pulling out my phone and googling Braxton Hicks, showing Michael the description of them and what it means.
"Nothing serious, okay." Michael passes me my phone back and I just take deep slow breathes as these Braxton Hicks start to go away slowly.
My phone goes off, I check it and it's an instagram notification from Michael.
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@michaelclifford: My love caught a keeper 😍 our dinner tonight, hopefully! 🤤 love you baby xoxo Tagged: @WanukvPrincess
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"That was a nice fish you caught babe." Michael says, rubbing circles on my stomach and I open my eyes to look up at him.
"Thanks, it was even better cooked." I smile, "I can't remember the last time I actually had fish, potatoes and tłina. It's been forever though."
"What in the hell is.... Gleetna?" Michael says, I burst out into laughter at how he said it.
"You sound cute and funny how you say it but it's spelt totally different." I laugh, "It's the grease we had with the fish and potatoes, goofball."
"Don't make fun of me!" He whines, making me laugh more, "But oh, that shit was off the hook!"
"Nice pun, gosh. You're such a weirdo, but I love you" I say, cuddling up with him the best I could.
"I love you more, princess." Is the last thing I hear before darkness takes over me.
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A/N; Short chapter, I have bad writers block but since I've been fishing this passed week, I came up with this idea. Sorry for all the time skips, I hope you guys enjoyed this, I'll update again soon! xx
