Author Notes: I originally planned to upload this on Friday, but after rereading it, I didn't like it at all. While I was writing this chapter, I was also doing chapter seven and the vampire one-shot. So y'all might get a double upload today, I don't know which one yet.
You sat in a trailer looking over paperwork as you watched the twins play. It was a Monday, and Michael filmed parts of the Moonwalker film that he was going to release. The twins have been out of school for a couple of days. You did it mostly to calm Michael's mind, but yours, too, after that interview.
"Marcus, stop it," Cameron yelled.
"You keep doing it to me!" Marcus yelled back.
You looked up from the paper you were looking at. "Boys, we need to calm down."
"But Mommy, he started it." Cameron wined while Marcus glared at him.
"No, I did not," Marcus said.
"Boys," you yelled, regretting it instantly as their faces dropped and they slumped back in their seats.
"I'm sorry." You quickly responded. "I'm sorry for raising my voice."
"It's okay, Mommy," Marcus said as Cameron nodded his head.
There was a silence that resounded in the trailer until Marcus asked a question. "When will we go back to school?"
You sighed as this wasn't the convo you wanted to have cause truthfully, you don't know. Honestly, Michael's paranoia has rubbed off on you. He had a conversation about how scared he would be of anybody snapping photos of the twins. You don't want to isolate the twins, especially when they come home and tell you about their day, how excited they are. You don't want to ruin that by telling them they won't go back. You also don't know how to bring that up to Michael without tension. He is so dead set that it's hard to persuade him.
"I don't know, but soon, sweetie." You smiled slightly at Marcus.
"Okay, Mommy," Marcus said as he turned back around when Cameron tugged on his shirt.
You looked down at your paperwork before the trailer door opened, and Michael walked in.
"Daddy!" Both twins yelled as Michael crouched down.
"Hey, munchkins." Michael brought their heads in as he kissed the top of them.
You smiled before looking back down, but shrieked when Michael sat in the booth with you. "You are too big to be doing this." You huffed.
"What? No, I’m not.” Michael pushed further in.
"Michael!" You tried to shrug him off, but he grabbed your arms.
"Just let me love you!" Michael leaned in as he placed kisses on your face.
You rolled your eyes before you leaned into his affection.
"Daddy is trying to eat Mommy," Marcus yelled.
"I'll save you, Mommy." Cameron proudly stated.
"Yeah? Come save her then." Michael pulled you closer to him.
Cameron ran while Marcus followed behind him. You let out a breath when both of them jumped on Michael, causing you to move further in the booth.
Michael let out a loud cackle as the twins climbed on top of him. "Okay, okay, you got me."
"You tried to save me? I feel my bones aching." You moaned out.
"I'm sorry, baby," Michael said, cooing. "How about we make her feel better?" Michael asked the twins.
You felt three bodies on top of you, kissing you. You laughed. "I feel loved." You smiled.
"That's great, mission accomplished," Michael whispers in your ear before pulling back.
"Munchkins, your mom and I have to talk." Michael looked at the twins. "Bill is standing outside. How about you go to him?"
"Okay, Daddy." The twins moved off of Michael. And ran to the front door before opening it. You heard Bill say, 'If it isn't my favorite troublemakers,' before the door closed.
Michael smiled at the door before his facial expression turned serious. "You know what we have to talk about." He turned to you.
"Yes." You nodded your head as you crossed your fingers together.
"I know you don't want to make this decision, but I think it's best if we homeschool them," Michael said slowly.
"I understand." You tilted your head. "But Michael, they love it so much."
"You see the way they light up when talking to us about their day." You tried to make a point.
"I'm worrying about our safety, baby." Michael grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze. "I'm going on tour in 2 weeks, I don't want to worry about you three."
"I want you all to be safe." Michael, look into your eyes.
"I understand that, but seriously, we can't live our lives in fear, are we really living then?" You pleaded.
"I understand your hesitation, I do. You have the right to have that caution." You saw Michael sigh as he looked away.
"But we have to give our children a chance to live their lives." You softly reiterated. "We only want the best for them."
"I just don't know." Michael got up, and he paced back and forth. "I've had Frank scrub photos that any news outlets have of the twins."
"You know how crazy it is to do that?" Michael sighed. "Even other celebrities have more privacy than I do."
"Everybody wants a look in." Michael stood in front of you. "I don't know how much longer I can deal with it."
"Michael, sit down." You patted the bench.
"It's lonely sometimes to have this much acclaim." Michael sat down.
You remember Michael telling you how lonely he sometimes felt. Even being surrounded by people, nothing could fill the hollowness he felt. He felt it as a child, felt it more as an adult.
"If I didn't have you or the children, I don't know how much worse off I would be." Michael crowded your space again, but more gently.
"You three fill the loneliness I feel even on the worst days." Michael put his arm between the bench wall to wrap it around your waist.
"So I have to protect what I have with everything I've got." Michael put his forehead to yours. "I can't lose you."
"You won't lose us, Michael, I'll make sure of it." You put your hand on his chest, lifting your head to kiss his lips.
You looked him in the eyes to give your final words. "Just give it to summer, let them go through kindergarten."
Michael stared at you, contemplating your words. "If anything happens while you're away on tour, I'll pull them out." You said, hoping that would calm him a little bit.
"Okay, they can go back tomorrow." Michael tightened the arm around you. "They have to call me, though, when on tour."
"We were going to call you anyway." You laughed slightly.
"I hope so, or I'm hoping on the first plane back here," Michael said.
You let the silence take over the space. You listened to Michael's breaths. You could slightly hear the children's laughter from outside.
"Let's talk about this outfit." You pulled back to look down at the leather outfit.
"What?" Michael looked down. "You like?"
"I more than like it." You played with one of the jacket's zippers.
"It's tight though, I feel so constricted in it." Michael made motions with his hand.
"Well, I must say you look fine as hell." You bit your lip.
Michael stared at you before pushing your head lightly. "Get away from me, horndog."
"What?" You said innocently.
"You were giving me those eyes. I know what you want." Michael crossed his arms.
"Did it work?"
"No, baby, it didn't."
"Damn."
Michael laughed and leaned in to kiss you. You smiled against his lips and then took the kiss deeper. He allowed your tongue to slip into his mouth. His hands moved to your hips, to ground you to the seat. He trailed kisses from your mouth to your neck, giving it a light suck.
"Michael." You breathe out.
"Yes," Michael said against your throat.
The door opened, breaking the atmosphere.
"Mommy, I want some cookies," Marcus said, followed by Cameron.
You laughed as Michael's expression changed as he heard the little voice. He pulled away from you.
"Okay, honey." You moved Michael off the bench so you could reach for your purse. You pulled out the cookies.
"Come here." You beckon the twins closer.
You handed a cookie to each twin. "I only have so many, so you have to share."
You then handed the bag to them. That was a mistake, as you saw Marcus hog the bag while Cameron reached for it.
Michael reached down and grabbed the bag from Marcus. "Marcus, we have to share."
Marcus looked up at Micahel. "But, daddy."
"No, don't do that," Michael said, giving Cameron a cookie, then another.
"Thank you, daddy." Cameron smiled.
"That's not fair!" Marcus crossed his arms.
You couldn't help but laugh as Marcus always seemed to test Michael's patience to a certain limit.
"Marcus." Michael put on a knowing tone. "What did I say about that?"
“Bu-“
“No, Marcus.”
SEPTEMBER 9TH 1987
You walked down the long hallway. You dropped your things and purse on the bed. Yawning and stretching after your long day at work. And stood there for a minute before you went back out in the hallway. You stopped when you heard voices in the twins' bedroom.
"No, Daddy, you have to do it like this."
"Yeah? Like that."
You poked your head into the scene of the twins playing with Michael.
"Dr. McStuffins is dying, whatever shall we do?" Michael told the twins.
"We have to keep Dr. McStuffins alive!" Marcus said.
"We do, how do you plan to save him? He has a family!" Cameron said to Marcus.
"With love!" Marcus yelled excitedly. "We'll save him with love!"
"That's a good treatment to use." Michael nodded his head.
You opened the door fully, letting yourself be known. "Hi, Mommy." Cameron quickly waved, going back to the scene in front of him.
You sat down next to Cameron. "What do we have here?"
"We're saving Dr. McStuffins!" Cameron said.
"It's important work." Michael nodded his head.
"I see." You hummed. "I'll let the two professionals see to it then."
You saw in the corner of your eye that Michael was looking at you. You tilted your head as he made a motion with his finger. You saw Michael pick up Cameron with a wiggling motion that made him laugh. Michael placed him next to Marcus. Michael scooted over to you, his arm brushing against yours.
"Guess who I got a call from today?"
"Who?" You turned to face him.
"The twins' teacher." Your eyes widened at his words.
"For what reason?"
"Our munchkins got into a little disagreement with a classmate," Michael said. "We have a parent-teacher conference tomorrow with her."
You looked at the twins playing, blissfully unaware of what you two were talking about. "Did she say the reason for the argument?"
"She said it was better for us to hear in person."
"Maybe we should ask the twins about what happened." You asked Michael.
"That's if they will tell us," Michael responded.
"Boys." Your voice immediately made them perk up. "Come sit with Daddy and me."
The twins looked at each other, then at you. Michael tilted his head. "Come on, sit with us."
The twins made their way; they were both in front of you and Michael. "Daddy told me that he got a call from your teacher today." You said.
Cameron's eyes got wide while Marcus looked away. "Mommy, it wasn't our fault," Cameron said.
"We just want to know what happened." Michael reached a hand out to tilt Marcus's head back to you.
"It started with this one boy in class, he's a meanie," Cameron muttered while you nodded your head for him to continue.
"Cameron was drawing as we had to draw our families," Marcus said. "He grabbed Cameron's picture and said that his family was not real."
"Why would he say that, honey?" You asked.
"Cause he was drawing daddy, he kept saying that was not his real daddy." You looked at them both.
The twins haven't grasped the nature of Michael's popularity. Even when adopting them, they just saw him as Michael and eventually as their father. While others see the celebrity, they just see their father.
"Marcus stood up for me as he told me that my daddy is real. He pushed Marcus onto the ground, trying to fight him, and Marcus slapped him." Your eyes widened as Michael let out a small giggle.
"Michael."
"I'm sorry, I'm just imagining some kindergarteners doing that." Michael let out one more giggle before his face became more neutral.
"Are you mad?" Cameron asked.
Michael shook his head. "Now, remember what I said about not putting your hands on people?" The twins nodded their heads. "That doesn't apply when defending yourself."
"Yes." You nodded your head. "But within reason, though."
You grabbed both of their small hands. "Also, don't ever make anybody feel like our family isn't real. We are your parents, you are our children." You squeezed their hands.
"Okay, Mommy."
"Munchkins, our love for you is infinite. Remember that when someone tries to diminish it." Michael softly said.
"Group hug?" You raised your arms out.
The twins nodded their heads as they fell into your arms. You squeezed them both.
"Let me get in there." Michael made room for himself in the hug. He pulled back and blew a raspberry on both of the twins' cheeks. You watched as they giggled.
"How about we clean up and eat some dinner?" You asked.
"Yeah," Marcus yelled excitedly.
You laughed as he pulled away from you and Michael, then dragged Cameron away so they could clean.
"I feel ever since we got the twins, our lives have gotten even more chaotic." You turned your head to Michael.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't change it."
SEPTEMBER 10TH 1987
You and Michael sat in the classroom, the only sound the clock ticking on the wall. You looked around the colorful room, decorated from the floor to the ceiling. Everything you imagined a kindergarten classroom to have. You looked over at Michael as he stretched out in the chair, his legs wide open.
"You think this is going to take long?" You asked.
Michael took off his glasses and put them in his jacket. "I hope not. I have to finalized some things for the tour still."
You were about to say more until a door opened. You turned back to the teacher, mumbling an apology after bumping into one of the security guards. You saw her look of surprise when she looked over your form. Her eyes widened even more when she saw Michael.
"I didn't think it would actually be Michael Jackson." The teacher uttered under her breath.
As she walked, you leaned over to Michael. "How did she not know it was you?"
"I might've used my actual voice," Michael whispered back with a smile. "I was tired."
You shook your head at his antics as the teacher sat down. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson."
"I'm your twins teacher, Ms. Leone." She smiled brightly.
"Hello," Michael said while you smiled politely.
"I would want to meet you under different circumstances." Ms. Leone crossed her fingers on the table. "But there has been a little problem."
You nodded your head. "We heard a little bit from the twins."
"Oh, really?" Ms. Leone said. "Well then, you know about the interaction with another student, then."
"Yes, we do." Michael tilted his head.
"We are a school that tolerates no bullying but also one that doesn't promote violence."
You saw Michael's eyebrows lift as that knowing expression crossed his face. You knew he was about to say something back that might ruffle some feathers.
"Even in self-defense?" Michael questioned.
Ms. Leone faltered at his tone. "What?"
"Your student targeted my twins. Marcus was defending himself and his brother." Michael lifted an eyebrow.
"It was still wrong for Marcus to hit him."
"But he put his hands on Marcus first?" Michael responded.
"Maybe you didn't hear the whole story from your twins." Ms Leone indicated.
That's when you spoke up. "Our twins, quite frankly, excuse my language. Can't lie for shit." You crossed your legs. "They are honest about telling us things."
"I'm going to believe my children." You said.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, you don't understand. The other parents are considering suing."
"Suing? For this?" Michael questioned. "This is kindergarten."
"Yes, they want to sue for assault."
You almost could laugh at this situation. "Their child is a bully, our twins told us about what he does."
"They also told us that you don't do anything." Michael's voice became deeper. "The policy about bullying doesn't really ring true."
"I'm upholding the bullying policy." Ms. Leone said.
"Are our children the only ones being punished then?" You asked. "Or he is too?"
"We planned to have the twins move classrooms." Ms. Leone nodded her head.
"But not him?" Michael scoffed.
"Our original plan was to suspend your twins for a couple of days."
"What the hell?" Michael's sharp tone cut through the air. "Suspend our twins?"
"That is extreme." You tilted your head as your eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes, but we decided just to move classrooms."
"I don't understand why our twins are the only ones being punished." You moved to get more comfortable.
"We are also making sure the other student gets the right discipline, too." Ms. Leone responded.
"I highly doubt it," Michael said.
"Mr. Jackson, you have the wrong assumption."
"I truly think I don't," Michael stated. "Is this conversation over?"
You could tell Michael was starting to get irritated as he pushed the sunglasses back on his face. To signal that he wanted out of this room and conversation. You could tell Ms. Leone took that as a signal, too, as she turned to you instead.
"Mrs. Jackson, you have to understand this, right?"
"Our twins are nice boys; they don't cause any trouble." You replied.
"We are just making sure that nothing else happens in the future."
You raised your eyebrows at the statement; you didn't like that at all. "That they will do something?"
"We are just taking precautions."
You heard Michael take a sharp breath as he tapped his foot. "Truly extreme for Kindergarden, mind you."
You shook your head as it was probably best to end this conversation. "I think it's best if we leave."
Ms. Leone nodded her head as she got up. She led you two to the classroom door. "Thank you for taking the time to speak to me."
"Yes." You nodded your head tightly while Michael stared at her.
You and Michael walked until you reached the outside of the school grounds.
"Parents wanna sue? fuck that." Was the first thing Michael stated. "They're not getting my money."
"I think our children were targeted." You stated back.
"I think we need to switch schools." He turned to you. "I don't like that she made it seem our children were the problem."
"Yeah, it was weird." You nodded your head.
"I really don't want to though; the twins love this school," Michael replied. "Maybe it might just be her."
"Maybe we'll just see how they like their new classroom and see from there?" You looked at Michael.
Michael nodded his head as he took your hand, leading you to the car.
"I must say I like it when you get stern." You put your head on his shoulder.
"Why?" Michael laughed.
"'Cause you look hot while doing it."
"I could do anything and you find it hot." Michael shook his head.
"Well, like you said to me. Isn't that the point?"
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