Whose POV do you like it in better? Michael's or Georgia's?? Comment below and I will try and do it more in their POV :)
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*Georgia's POV*
I smile at Michael, opening the box. What did Michael get that he is so nerous for me to see? My leg shakes as I open the box to see more presents, but this time wrapped. Looks like Michael took his time with these presents. Maybe that is why he is so nervous. (A.N: Presents in picture!!) I pull out a smaller box and unwrap it. I gasp as I open the box. It's a necklace. Silver chain with a guitar that is so similar to Michael's. I look up at Michael who smiles at me. He reaches forward taking the necklace out of the box. "Turn around" I nod, pulling my hair to the side as MIchael clasps the necklace around my neck. I turn back around to face Michael who looks at my neck.
"That looks beautiful" Michael says looking up to my eyes. "You look beautiful"
I roll my eyes, leaning in and kissing his cheek as I reach for the other box. I pull it out, unwrapping it slowly as I watch Michael play with his fingers nervously. I open the box that looks similar to the necklace one, and once again, gasp. I pull the bracelet out and look at the objects hanging from the silver. There is another black guitar, then gold heaphones, a locket-heart and a key. "I saw that then thought of all the times we listen to music with my headphones" Michael says pointing to the gold headphones. "Then my guitar" He chuckles. "And the heart and key is like that is the key to my heart"
And Michael Clifford recons he isn't romantic. "Oh, Michael" I smile reaching for his hand as he tries to pull away. "You sure you aren't romantic?" I smirk, nudging his shoulder as I intertwine our fingers. He smiles at me and I let him take the bracelet out of my hands to put it on my wrist.
"I-Is this why you were nervous?" I ask him as I look at the final wrapped present.
"Yeah" He mummers from beside me. With my free hand, I reach in and try to unwrap it. Once I succeed, a little clear bag with another bracelet. "I got this one when we were in LA that time"
"The time you wouldn't let me in?" I smile. He nods as I look at this bracelet. I pull it out of the bag, also putting it on the hand with the other bracelet. "I love these" I say. I remove my hand from his to move the box out of the way as I turn to MIchael. He rolls his eyes as he shrugs.
"Sure you do"
"No, I do. These are beautiful Michael. Thank you" I say reaching up and cupping his face as I bring our lips together.
'Well, I guess that's really good then" He smirks as he connects our lips again.
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I groan as I roll over. Stupid fucking baby won't stop kicking. I don't even want to see how early it is. I push the covers back, groaning once again as I get up and slowly make my way to the kitchen. I sigh as I lean against the kitchen counter. I just want this baby to sleep. Sleep while I sleep not kick the shit out of me while I sleep.
"Stop" I hiss, glaring down at my stomach. The baby kicks in response. I close my eyes, sighing. "Want a drink?" I jump and turn around to look at Michael.
"You should be asleep" I reply.
"So should you" He shrugs walking over to me, grabbing my shoulders and getting me to sit down. "I woke up to you groaning"
"Sorry" I mumble, holding in the groans that want to escape.
"Baby?" He asks.
"Yes. Your fucking child won't stop kicking me" I groan. Michael chuckles, walking over to me with a glass of water. He places it in front of me on the table before bending and placing his hands on my knees. He brings a hand up and places it on my stomach.
