5sos imagines

Michael Clifford: home

Y/n's POV
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"What do you think you're doing?" I ask Michael as he holds a shovel. He's wearing a cap and basketball shorts, that are rolled up and reach mid thigh.

He's sweating a lot and the blazing sun isn't helping him. He's already slightly darker but also has red patchy skin. He's really going to feel it tomorrow.

"I dug you up some more holes." He says proudly. And in fact, he did. Too many holes to be exact.
"Well thank you baby, but I only have two seed packets left. Why don't you go make us some lemonade and I'll finish here?"

He nods going back inside with a pout. I crouch down, planting my poppy seeds and the sunflowers. I go to the big oak tree in our front yard and sit, looking towards our big house.

The almost mansion like house looked beautiful with the new planted flowers from yesterday so I decided to add seeds and grow some myself. Gardening was something that I picked up from my moms side and it's my favorite thing to do when I'm not at work.

The beautiful house behind the flowers was just a plus. When Michael and I bought it, we thought about all the nerf gun fights we can have in the house or the hide and seek games with the boys and their girlfriends. Call us childish but it's fun to play when there is a storm and the lights go out.

Our huge front and back yards had trees scattered and it was perfect for picnics without going to the park where we usually get surrounded by cameras and fans.

I watch as Michael sits in front of me with a tray with two cups and a pitcher of lemonade. "Whatcha thinkin'" he asks handing me the cup.

"The house." I mumble moving towards him. "What about it?" He asks pulling me towards his chest. "Nothing. I'm just happy that it's ours. It's no longer Kylie Jenner's." I laugh.

"Me too. We have so much space to do anything we want. Maybe have as many kids as we want..." I turn in his arms and kiss his rosy colored lips. "I want as many as physically possible." I say truthfully. "Let's get started!" He says rolling us over to the floor.

I only let out a loud laugh as he attacks my neck, the lemonade long forgotten.