Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Leave And Cleave ✨

Bangerous Era

"Michael, can you come and taste this please?"

You peered into the bubbling pot of soup, smiling softly as the sunlight from the kitchen window reflected off the large, beautiful diamond of your engagement ring. The sight of it alone lately was enough to turn an awkward mood into a bright one but you couldn't seem to shake your jittery nerves since you'd woken up this morning.

"Y/N, baby, you're still in the kitchen?" Your fiancé asks, making his presence known.

You grin, spinning around to face him and eye his appearance. Even when he was dressed so simply, he still managed to take your breath away.

"I just want everything to be perfect," you reply as you push the wooden spoon to his lips. "Try this,"

Michael's lips curve around the spoon with a delicate smack.

"It's good," he hums.

You frown.

"Just good? I bet it needs more salt,"

You rush to the spice rack before Michael stops you.

"Baby, if I'd known you were going to stress out like this I'd had the chef prepare lunch," he speaks softly, gently placing his hands on your hips. "Everything will be fine,"

You sigh, reaching to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt.

"But Michael, this isn't just some lunch. These are your parents. We're going to be married. I have to make a good impression,"

You and Michael had been heavily dating for the past eight months before he'd popped the question and soon after moved into Neverland. Things had been nothing short of bliss during those months and you were more than excited to build a future of your own with Michael.

Although he was a pop star the relationship had been just as normal as any of your others and you'd reached every relationship milestone that every couple went through.

However, there was one you'd neglected: meeting Michael's parents.

Michael had described his relationship with his family as complicated. He loved them dearly-especially his mother and sister Janet- but for various reasons, he chose to keep his distance.

That along with his busy schedule had prevented a meeting but now that you were going to be a Jackson yourself, it was only natural that you would meet the people who gave your soon-to-be husband his name.

Michael grins.

"Y/N, there's nothing to worry about. You're smart and beautiful and I love you. Nothing else really matters, right?"

"I wish," you sigh. "Besides, it wouldn't hurt if your parents were just as crazy about me as you are,"

He quirks a brow.

"I don't want them to like you that much," he gently pecks your lips. "I've got to keep you to myself,"

You giggle.

"Mr. Jackson, your parents are in the foyer," Robin, a member of hospitality speaks causing you and Michael to break apart.

"Thank you," Michael smiles. "We'll be out shortly."

The frantic feeling from earlier suddenly returns and you snatch off your apron and run your fingers through your hair.

"Oh my gosh, they're here. How do I look?"

Your fiancé grins before grabbing your hand.

"Wonderful. You have nothing to worry about, baby. I'll have someone bring out lunch,"