One shot: What If...? Michael Jackson x reader
Author's note : Hello everyone! Here's part 2 from my previous one shot, I decided to call it 'What if...?' since it shows life in an alternative universe where Michael let's someone to help him. Thank you so much for the support the first part got, I hope you enjoy this one as much. I may or may not have a part 3 in the works, but let me know if you want to continue reading this small series. Have a great day! ✨🤗
Summary: After talking to Paris, Y/N decides to help her make it to the party,which leads to Michael thinking about how fast his kids are growing up and maybe, just maybe it's time to start an expansion of the family.
Later that day, after enough pounding about how to approach the idea to Michael, I march towards his studio.
I knock twice before letting myself in. I'm greeted quickly by the side of his many awards carefully arranged in a glass shelf on the corner of the room. Prince's idea once we move into this new house, he thought that would help his dad to remember he's one of the greatest artist in the world and loved by many.
Then there were the walls, a canvas decorated with different frame pictures of his most cherished moments, from his very beginnings with the jackson 5 to the ones as Michael Jackson, both professional and personal. There were pictures with many famous entities like princess Diana and Elizabeth Taylor, and at the same time, personal ones like one of him with Bill, his former bodyguard, but most importantly, his father figure. And others of him with different children along the years.
It is a section of the room that kind of summarizes Michael's life. Later, we will have the main picture, a recent one portraying him in the middle of the yard with his children surrounding him in a loving hug.
The picture was taken a few months ago and we made it frame, so it could be place in the middle of all the other pictures, straight in front of his desk, that way he would look up and remember that despite the love he receives from the outside would, he is loved beyond repair at home as well.
My eyes fall into the empty chair behind the desk as I make my way around. The place is empty, which is a surprise considering Michael could spend hours working without a break. It's one of the things he's been working on in the last few years. Sometimes he succeeds, other times we have to drag him out to take a break, especially when the amount of work at the charities he runs is high.
Before I make my way out, I look at the pictures on his desk feeling warm as my eyes land on the picture of our wedding day. Him, wearing a a black suit very much styled by himself and me in a simple, but elegant white dress sitting on his lap as we kiss with a huge smile on both our faces. I remember how surprised he was the moment I told him I wanted a traditional wedding, with the white dress, the chapel and everything. I seriously thought that would put him off since it wasn't his first time getting married. On the contrary, he seemed pretty much pleased to hear it. And so he made sure we both play the part matching perfectly.
There's that one picture of us and a college of our moments together since then. It was still hard to believe how both of us evolve through the years, but I couldn't be happier. Taking that feeling with me, I exit the room continuing my search for him.
Turns out he is hidden in the warehouse, taking his time to relax and be one with nature as he takes care of some of the plants. It had become part of his routine 5 years ago. The Dr. advice him to find something that keeps him present, that could calm him down from the outside noise. Michael had always been keen to nature, so he took some courses to learn more and little by little he was making a garden of his own in the house.
The sight of him sitting on a table as he's working on planting a seed on a flowerpot greets me as I enter to the warehouse. Eyebrows frown in concentration, gloves on with the sleeves of his red shirt roll up to his elbows. He's completely focused on it. That is one of the things I like about him, he never does anything half way. And I happen to find it extremely sexy too.
"Gotcha" I make myself notice as I come to stand next to him "I thought I'll find you in your studio first, I'm impressed".
He smiles pretty much satisfy with himself. - I finish my sketches for the new charity campaign earlier than expected. And I was thinking about planting this flower I checked in my book last week.
He points to a book wide open on the table, his signature doodles scattered on the sides of the pages, a symbol that he really was into what he was reading.
"Did you know certain kinds of flower smell like chocolate or candy?" he says pointing to one passage in the book "I've got the one that smells like chocolate. The kids are gonna love it! "
I chuckle looking at the package of seeds ready to be planted "I can't wait for them to bloom"
"me neither " he nods excited "did the kids eat all the pizza?"
"I saved you some" - I reach for his forehead, to brush away some wild curls falling over it "Paris ate some too"
He's not saying it, but he's really wanting to know if Paris continues upset enough to don't eat with the family.
"You know, I've been thinking...."
"That's dangerous" he fixes his eyes on me
I roll my eyes playfully "I'm serious, I think we can actually make this whole party thing work"
He presses his lips into a line and looks back at his work "I thought that was over. I made an offer and she didn't take it"
"Yeah, but you must try to see it her way too" I try to budge for Paris "she's in an age where there's a lot of pressure, her friends are going and she's not, that somehow creates a gap...."
"No if they are real friends" he shakes his hair in disagreement "perhaps that's how she'll know them better"
"They're teenagers, baby, most of them are just figuring it out" I shrug "all I'm saying is... You were her age once too and you probably went partying more than the average teenagers"
"That was different, it's not like I could help it, it was part of my job" he gives me a side look "and you forget that I hated it, I would rather have stayed home, done something else"
I stare at him before I raise an eyebrow and sign with my hands "two words. Studio. 54."
His mouth opens to reply and closes as if he's thinking better of it. I tried to repress a laugh cause the change of demeanor is automatic.
"Your love for that disco precedes you"
He covers his face with one gloved hand to hide himself "oh, you're evil" he mumbles, but there's a ghost of smile while his ears start to get red from embarrassment.
I can't help but chuckle "I'm not saying this to shame you" I get closer and take his hand down so he can look at me "I just want you to reconsider. It's hosted by her classmates, so it won't even be a huge party, they're like 8 in a classroom"
He looks up at me, still not wanting to let go"I guess it's too late to go back home schooling them, huh? "
"We're pass that stage, my love" I caress his hands gently "come on, let her make up her own mind about parties and stuff"
He takes my hands into his as he seems to be considering "the issue remains, she could be in danger there. Her bodyguard can only do so much, especially when she insists on pushing him away because, and this is what she said, 'that's also embarrassing for her image'.
I laugh under my breath cause that was typical Paris "I spoke to her, she's willing to let bodyguards accompany her, as long as they stay outside the house"
"I need eyes inside that house too"
"That's what I was thinking...Jafaar is in a different class, but same school, right? . Maybe he knows about this party too, maybe he would like to join"
"I don't know... I haven't talked to Jermaine in a while, so I couldn't just ask him that. I'm not even sure Jermaine speaks to him that much to know"
An idea comes to my mind suddenly "oh, but I text to her mom sometimes... I bet I could call and check, ask if he's free this weekend"
That seems to draw his attention as he blinks twice, eyebrows raise as he gives me an incredulous glare "you text Alejandra sometimes?"
"yeah, what about it" I blink in confusion for his expression
He shakes his head as if it were the craziest idea of them all "why? You're two different people"
A gasp in shock and playfully slap his tight "Michael! "
He laughs folding in half in front of me "I don't mean it like that! You know I love you just the way you are. But baby, last time she attended a family event she couldn't leave the dance floor while I had to literally drag you there to dance with me " he laughs under his breath again "It makes me really curious what you two talk about "
I roll my eyes at his childish behavior "she's nice, we sometimes talk about girl stuff, share cooking recipes from both our countries and the likes". I cross my arms in offense "You know, for someone who is all for racial unity, that comment was really something"
He takes my face in his hands and kisses my cheek twice "you're right, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it like that, you just took me by surprise"
"Well, I don't have to tell you everything I do" I stick out my tongue to tease him
He chuckles and kisses my cheek again. Once he separates enough to see his face, I notice how an idea suddenly pops into his head, a childish grin forming on his lips
"Now what?" I pinch his cheek playfully making him squirm on his seat
"Do you... Do you talk about boys?
And by 'boys' he means 'me and my brothers' given the history she has with the family.
"Oh you're such a nosy Nelly! " I push his arm playfully making him squeal in laughter
"Come on! I promise I won't tell a soul " he raises his right hand solemly
I pretend to think about it just to mess up with him " hmm if you want me to spill the tea, you have to accept my deal then "
That seems to bring him back to the present matter. He sighs putting his hands on his hips as he bits his lip in deep thought for a few seconds only to raise a finger as he gives his final decision.
"If, and only If Jaafar agrees to go with her, look after her at all times... I'll allow it"
I squeal in excitement as I kiss his cheek "Great! I'll call her right away"
I get up and kiss his cheek before I run toward the house leaving a gaping Michael behind "hey, you told me nothing! "
I giggle promising to make it up to him later as I leave the warehouse.
...
Turns out Jafaar knew about the party, he didn't plan to attend by himself, but he kindly agreed to accompany Paris the moment her mother explained the situation.
So Friday night arrived quickly than expected. Blanket and Prince were making popcorn in the kitchen, getting ready to watch the movie Blanket picked, a surprise just to be revealed the moment we set foot in the movie room.
As for Paris, she was finishing getting ready for the party while Michael and I waited in the living room, so he could give her the last instructions.
"I can't believe I agree to this " he's sitting next to me on the couch, a hand covering his eyes at the idea
" To late for that, applehead" I chuckle "besides, I think she will be in good hands, Jafaar is very nice"
"Yeah, but what if she decides to go out more after this" he passes his hand over his mouth in thought "and then to think about dating... Oh lord... I'm not having a moment of rest until this phase is over"
"Now you're over thinking it" I take his hand in mine to come him down "let's take one situation at a time, Michael, you're not alone on this one"
Fortunately, the bell rings announcing Jaafar's arrival. We both get up to open the door meeting with a young skinny Jafaar getting out of his car and joining on the porch with a smile. "Uncle, aunt, long time no see!"
Michael opens his arms inviting him into a tight embrace "you're all grown up since last time I saw you" he pats him on his back "how's everything going?"
"Good, good, school is almost over, so that's cool" he chuckles reaching to me to give me a kiss on the cheek
"We're glad you could make it" I say with a smile "It means a lot to Paris too"
"I'm happy I can help"
As if on quote, Paris comes running down the stairs. She's wearing a pair of black jeans with a metal belt, boots and a silver mesh blouse. She let her hairs loose, falling wildly over her face and she stylish her look with some necklaces and rings.
"I'm sooo ready! " she says stopping next to her dad "thanks a lot for doing this Jafaar, I owe you one"
He shake his head "Any time, cousin. You look great!"
I do a double take at her appearance as she shakes her hair out of her face, something silver is shinning from her nose, before my brain could comprehend what I was seeing, Michael points it out with an acusing finger .
" Wh..what do you have in your nose?"
Of course he was familiar with piercing, he mentioned it before how his fans would show up at sign events with all sorts of accessories and styles. He was pro piercings, as long as it stayed on his fans. His 16-year-old daughter was a whole different matter.
"Chill out, daddy" she laughs taking the piercing of her nose "it's fake, but doesn't it look awesome? "
His soul seemed to go back to his body when she said that. He press his fingers into his nose in relief.
"Dear lord... You're not allow to put anything on your body until you're 18, you hear me?" she points at her ...I might even have to make you wait till your 20s"
"Oh come on" she covers her laugh with her hand "you should've seen your face!"
She elbows jafaar's arm making him crack as well. I try to hide a smile too, but I see that Michael let's out a laugh as he rubs his eyes.
"Ok, it was kinda funny" he finally agrees "but yeah, no real stuff until your older"
She launches herself to give him a big hug, Michael's arms engulf her instantly, resting his chin on her head.
"Love you daddy"
"Love you more, my darling" he holds her tight before let go and try to take a more strict expression "alright, the rules for tonight"
She rolls her eyes playfully and nods "I have to be in the same room as my cousin at all times, no drinking, no smoking, no accepting anything remotely suspicious even though I'm pretty sure these kids don't even know how to get them, but ok, your rules"
Michael nods satisfied "aaand you have to be here by 12:00, not one minute later"
"I'll make sure she's here on time " Jafaars salutes like a soldier
"Can we go now?" Paris insists "this starts to look like prom night, it's just a small party"
"I think that's pretty much it" I look at Michael for confirmation
Before he can answer, there's a loud gasp.
"Cousin Jafaar!"
Blanket is running and jumping to his cousin's arm "Hey, little B! how ya doing?"
Not so far behind, Prince shows up with a bold of popcorn.
"We're watching a movie tonight" Blanket replies "you should join us another time"
"Yeah, you should" Prince fist bumps his cousin
"There's plenty of room if you feel like staying rather than going out" Michael seconds innocently
"Yeah, no, we're definitely going out" Paris pulls Jafaar by the arm
"Right, maybe another time, B" he lowers Blanket down and he nods coming to hug my arm
"So the gremlin is really going to a party " Prince teases looking at his dad playfully "you're getting soft pops"
I laugh covering my mouth as Michael wraps his arms around his neck, pretending to fight him to snatch his popcorn "who are you calling soft, huh?
Prince shakes him off laughing and holding the bowl away.
"Good luck with the party!" he says before dashing towards the movie room
Minutes later we are waving Paris and Jaafar goodbye as they leave the house grounds. We have made a home no so far from the family house in heavenhurst after the incident. Michael was very shaken after what happened, no way able to do everything own his own, so we discussed it and agree it would be best to stay close to his family, especially for the kids. That time allowed to bring him a bit closer to his family. Not without placing some boundaries as well, he had finally found his voice and was able to say no whenever his brothers or latoya call about projects, he loves to help, but he's also used to his freedom and working on his own business ideas.
"They grow up so fast" he mumbles looking at the car marking distance from the house towards the streets.
With Paris taking in new adventures and Prince preparing himself to go to college, I could understand he felt some nostalgia when seeing them become more and more independent.
"Not me yet" Blanket jumps next to me to make himself notice
Michael chuckles taking him by the arm to bring him closer "true, and you better" he wraps his arm around his neck from behind as we walk back into the house. " you're not allowed to grow up for a long long time"
"Hey, it's not like I can help it" Blanket giggles accepting the hug
I smile closing the door as we joined Prince in the movie room, ready to start movie night as a family.
.....
Later that same night, after leaving each one of the kids in their bedrooms, Michael and I retire to our chamber for our night routine.
Michael was the first to use the bathroom and change into his pijamas, only to get into bed with his laptop on. I watch him to reach for his reading glasses through the mirror of my vanity as I applied some moisturizer on my face.
"What are you doing, handsome?" - the compliment earns me a shy chuckle as he accommodates his glasses, he knows I love it when he wears them.
He motions for me to join him and I stand up to walk to his side on the bed, rubbing some of the remaining cream on my arms. I sit next to him in the bed, covering my legs with the covers before leaning to his side. He wraps his arms around my shoulder automatically, tucking me on his chest.
The laptop is wide open on his lap, flashing what seems to be an old video featuring Paris and Prince as babies.
"I recorded it when we traveled to Switzerland" Michael explains softly as he press the play button "It was a few years before we met"
Indeed, the video shows two toddlers walking around a balcony at the instructions of their daddy.
"they are so cute" I coo softy "I wish I could have seen them like this too"
I arrived to meet a more grown up Prince and Paris and a baby blanket. Michael had fallen out with their previous nanny, over the same topics we used to argue as well. The difference being that Michael actually took his time to look for a new nanny back then.
While it was a bit difficult at the beginning, especially for Paris, little by little the kids started to trust me as Michael did too. By then I knew he had gone through two divorces and several failed flings, but what surprised me the most was that he continued a being of light and kindness to whomever cross his path, there wasn't a single bitter seed in his heart, no matter how tough the world was to him. I believe that was one of the things that make me see him as more than just a public figure.
When I received the call for the interviews, I knew who he was. I respected his career, but I wasn't exactly fan of his job since music wasn't something I felt very connected with. However, from day one, the man behind the star caught my attention and I couldn't, nor did I want to go back since then.
"They were the sweetest at this age " he says rubbing circles absentmindedly on my shoulder "my little angels"
I smile looking up to him "you've done a wonderful job, my love"
"I miss it though" he says with a small smile "when they were this little" he motions with his hands he elaborated " it feels like it was yesterday"
I hum in agreement, his two eldest were about to leave the nest, starting with Prince leaving for college. Even though he's applying to different schools in LA, he will be leaving on his own to be close to campus and experience university life better. Soon after Paris will be joining him and I knew that would make Michael uneasy for a while.
"They've grown up pretty nicely, you should be proud"
"We should be proud" he mumbles turning to look at me "I started this, but you joined us along the way and never let go since. They love you, specially blanket"
Blanket has been with me since he was a baby, so that was true, out of the three he was the one calling me 'mommy' from time to time. At first I was worry because it started while Michael and I were still defining our relationship, but he put my worries to rest pretty quickly.
"You've been there for him since he was in diapers, Y/n" he told me one night we stayed up late talking in his room "I don't see how he could look at you any other way, you may not share the same blood, but you're his mother where it counts the most" he points to my heart "right there"
More than me taking care of him, he took care of me that night as I sobbed in his arms. Emotional for everything that was happening, but happy to see he was pleased with the idea.
"Y/n..." he calls me making me look at his brown eyes through the glasses
"Yes?" I asked confuse by his sudden seriousness
"How come we've never had children of our own?"
I blink twice trying to process what he just asked. He takes me by surprise although I admit is a question I have asked myself at some point.
"I.. I don't know" I move around to sit and look at him better "I guess I just assumed that given your children are like my own, you wouldn't want more... I mean, things were pretty busy these last few years, you had to focus on getting better, also the fights in court, the media, looking for new directions to your projects... It was kinda hectic".
"Yeah, but the last two years have been better" he seems to reflect on that "I've felt better... I can't believe we haven't talked about it before" he furrowed his eyebrows as if he was internally beating himself for it.
Then his expression change for a more shy one "but you... Have you thought about it? " he asks softly as if scared of my answer.
I reach for his hand on the computer "Of course I have" I reassure him "it crossed my mine, it's true. However, I didn't want to disturb what we have, as you know, a baby comes with responsibility, constant attention, hours without sleep and you have just been doing so well... I was afraid you feel pressured or stressed again.
"Children could never make me feel that way" he shakes his head "I love being around them"
"I know" I nod biting my lip "but there was also this thought... It's silly, really, because I know that was so long ago...
"What? " he squeezes my hand urging me to tell him
" I thought maybe you.. I don't know, you had already children with Debbie's help, because she offered to help you, but originally you wanted to have children with your first wife" I look at him for any sign of discomfort for bringing up the subject, he tensed a bit at the mention of her, but said nothing "and I understand it, you loved her very much, I just... I'm your third marriage, I thought maybe you didn't want that with me. It's not like you needed it anyways".
I look down afraid of having said too much, too soon. We hadn't spoken much about his first marriage since we met. He told me pieces of the story during the nights we stay up late together, but I could tell they loved each other very much, and he regretted not being able to reach to her in time. It was a relationship that died because of the circumstances, not for lack of love and I have made peace with that a long time ago, I knew a part of him would always be with her, and I assumed he wouldn't one a family with me or any other women because of it.
He takes a deep breath as he closes the laptop and places it on the floor. He takes his glasses off and turns to fully look at me.
"You should've told me" he says in a calm, but firm voice, not the childish one, the real voice I had listened to him used just for serious stuff "you should've told me that's how you felt, we're supposed to talk about these things"
He takes both of my hands"we could've clear this out a lot sooner, but I guess that's my fault too, I got caught up on things...as I usually do...
" you had to focus on getting better "I add" it's not your fault "
" yes, but I would never want for you to feel like I don't love you enough to dream of a family with you" he places a hand on my chin, making me look at him in the eyes " because I do"
He caresses my cheek with one finger "I have loved before, that's true, but that doesn't mean I love you any less. I love you so much Y/N." he leans to rest his forehead on mine "my first marriage was a wonderful thing, and I would always look back on it with love, but you... You have been the highlight of my life" he smiles shaking his head "you came at a time where I lost all hope to build a family the way I dreamed once. I had expected to just be a single dad for my kids. I was living for them, but not really enjoying life as I used to. The meds keep me going and I thought I was a escaping my inner pain and somehow you saw through all that.
His eyes become glossy with unshed tears
"We don't have to talk about it again" I whisper
"We do" he nods with determination "you need to know how much you mean to me. You've seen me at my worst, and I mean the really ugly parts of me I was ashamed to face during rehab. I was very unfair to you too, I ignored you, I called you a traitor, I pushed away, so you couldn't see me, and yet, through all that, you found ways to come back, over and over. In small things like sending me letters I asked Janet or mother to tell you I didn't read when in truth I kept them with me under my pillow. Or through the text messages I never answered the first three months, but I was secretly hoping you kept them coming every day, and you certainly excell at that.
We chuckle at the memory "And then, what make me see reason for the first time in months, the fifth month when mother visited me with the kids, they showed me the crafts they were doing for me with your help. You, after I practically fired you my first week in detoxification. I blamed you for putting me there even though I had agreed at first".
"I remember" I nod making a face "the first months without the meds were very hard on you. And I'm not gonna lie, there were times when I wondered If we were going to be ok after that, I was prepared for you to hate on me for some time, but I had faith in you, I told you I knew you would get better"
"The thing is, you never left, not really" tears start to roll down his face "and I couldn't understand it. I've told you before, never thought I would meet someone more stubborn than myself"
We both laugh at the comparison, I dry away the tears from his cheeks "stubornn or insane, I don't really know, but I knew you and I knew you would feel bad after your head had cleared out, so I stayed." I shrug "Maybe If you had told me all that after you got clean from the opiods I would have respected your decision, but you never did".
He sighs shedding some more tears "because I wanted you close, we didn't have anything official, but I knew that much. You and my kids gave me something to look forward to at the end of it all. And when we made up weeks later, things started to look brighter and brighter, at some point I was more eager to your visits than my mother's or Janet's" he smiles fondly as I clean the tears from his face, then he takes my hands and intertwins our fingers " you make me believe again I could have a family of my own because you showed me that it was there all along, with you and the kids cheering me up and standing by my side through hell. And I'm sorry if I made you feel like I didn't want that with you because it's just the opposite, I want it, I want to make our family even bigger, that is, if you still want it too.
I close my eyes taking in those words, it's true this conversation was long overdue, a part of me was afraid of it even though I knew he loved me.
"you're sure you're not saying that because you feel nostalgic?... I mean, you never said anything either..."
"It's not that" he says firmly "I thought about it before we got married, and again after that, but I just kept pushing the idea away because I was afraid you wouldn't want it , so I kept delaying the subject, got caught up with work and you know that even with all the progress I've done, it's still difficult to distract me when I start a project.
I chuckle softly nodding because some habits die hard and that was one of them for him.
"I'm really happy to hear that, that we can finally talk about it" I press my hand on his cheek "I love you so much, Mike"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hide my face on the crook of his neck. He hugs me tight and presses several kisses on the side of my head.
"my beautiful girl" he mumbles caressing my back "I never want you to keep things like that from me again, you hear me? "
"I promise" I smile taking in his scent before I pull away just enough to reach out for his face.
He leans down connecting our lips in a soft kiss. One fill with love and relief from having gotten over that topic. He pulls away with a smile and a bit out of breath from the kiss.
"so..." he raises his eyebrows at me with renewed expectation and a big smile
"so..." I imitate him out of fun
He chuckles and kisses my nose "does this mean we're having a baby?"
He bits his lips in expectancy. Bambi eyes shinning with hope and excitement despite the puffiness from the previous crying. He look like a child hoping to receive the gift he asked for Christmas.
I press both of my hands on my cheeks feeling them getting warmer under his gaze "I mean,... Yeah, If you are ready, I'm ready."
He smiles at me again, pulling me in a deep sweet kiss. I laugh a little bit into it and he does too as he breaks the kiss and continue peppering kisses all over my face.
" I love you, I love you ! "he says excitedly" this baby will be our own bond of joy ! "
" Let's wait till we get there first " I press my hands on his chest rubbing circles to calm him down.
"I'm still on birth control, so we have to get rid of it first... "
That seemed to call his attention "where are your pills? "
"On my vanity's drawer.... why? "
Without saying another word, he sprints out of bed and walk towards my vanity.
"uh... Michael?" he says nothing as he opens the right drawer and moves some skincare products until he finds the blister pack half way full with pills.
"ah ha" he says pulling them out and holding them right where I can see them, as if it were very important evidence in a case "as of today, you no longer need this". he shakes them in his hand before turning around and walking to the bathroom "I'm getting rid of them" .
"what.. Hey, wait up!" I pull the covers away and follow him to the bathroom half amused, half shocked at his antics.
He's already standing in front of the toilet popping the remaining pills out of the package "bon voyage ! " he says as he starts dropping them into the toilet "we won't be needing you for a long time" .
"you lost it" I chuckle leaning on the bathroom door frame.
He flushes the toilet "hateful things" he says making me laugh as he comes to meet me.
"for a long time..." I quote him as he guides me against the wall, one hand pressed on the wall next to my head and another one on my hips "how many children are we talking about again?"
"hmm" he pretends to be thinking as he caresses my hips with a grin "as many as we can"
I stare at him, waiting to see if he's joking, but he looks dead serious and completely excited at the idea "as many as... Are you kidding?"
He shakes his head "I never joke when it comes to children, baby"
I giggle feeling my cheeks getting red again "it's a lovely thought, but... Mike, you're 55 years now... Are you sure it won't be too much for you?" I place my hands on his shoulders
He smiles even wider as he takes my chin on his hand "girl, have you met my brothers? Especially Jermaine" he rolls his eyes playfully "If I had to envy something about him is his capacity to procreate every time he has a sort of serious relationship. That's how much I want children"
"Just to be clear... We're not talking about 18 children, right?"
He presses both hands on my hips now and one travels to my bottoms, slapping there playfully to "I want a big family"
"Michael! " I laugh in shock jumping and wrapping my legs on his hips "we haven't even talked to the kids yet"
"It'll be fine" he's confident "we have to finish what we started"
"You're insane" I lie as he carries me out of the bathroom and towards the bed
"You said yes though" he grins as he lays me on the mattress and he's quick to climb on top of me, arms carefully place on the sides of my head for support "it's the baby fever, love, we have to make up for the lost time"
"You realize the meds are still on my system " I giggle as he starts pressing kisses down my neck "this won't count"
"It's all about practice, y/n" he pulls away to look at me "we will be experts by the time you're ready to conceive"
I snort pulling him by the neck, so we make eye contact "you silly, silly man... I love you"
He shows me a boyish grin "I love you the most "
And just like that, we seal our faith with a kiss. There was still some details to adjust to the whole baby making decision, but I was not afraid of anything when it came to him because I knew he will have my back in any step of the way, just as much as I would his.
