let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

workaholic

November 29th, 1990

Ariana

"So, what do you think about the name Dangerous?"

"Dangerous?..." I pause, letting the word float around in my thoughts. "I like it but what happened to Decade?" I question while eating the last of my mashed potatoes.

"I decided I was going to scrap Decade ever since I collapsed back in June, I just wasn't sure about it until now. This album is gonna be all new material."

I get a bit glum only because with Michael working on a new album, we'll spend almost no time together for awhile. Michael is addicted to working, he never knows when it's time to take a break which is one thing I wish I could change about him.

I understand music is important to him but he needs to learn that he doesn't always have to be on go go go mode. He can enjoy making music while giving himself some time to breathe.

"That sounds great, Michael." I try my best to sound happy for him, taking my plate and cleaning it up.

I can hear him exhale before coming to my side.

"I can tell when you're upset."

"I'm not upset." I say, my washing getting more frantic.

"Then why are you scrubbing the plate so hard?"

His comment has me looking at my harsh motions and I immediately stop. "Doesn't mean I'm upset, ever thought I just really want this plate to be clean?" I shrug my shoulders with an attitude, okay, maybe I am more upset than I thought.

He turns off the water and forces my arms around his neck, suds and all. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I'm really excited for you to start working on Dangerous but I just know that means Delilah and I aren't going to see you as often."

"You know I'll clear anything for you two, you should come with me to the recording and writing sessions, I could always use your input." He suggests.

I shake my head. "I would feel rather annoying tagging along with you even in the studio, I guess I'll just find ways to keep us busy." My lips purse as I take my eyes off of Michael and onto Dede sitting in her high chair, tonight's dinner all over her face, laughing away.

"Mama!" Delilah exclaims while sticking her arms out.

"I'll get started extra early on that busy thing." I tell Michael as I take Delilah out of the high chair, holding her on my hip and getting ready to give her a bath.

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     October 10th, 1991

"I want daddy." Dede pouts while she tries squirming out of my tight hold on her. You could say she's a daddy's girl, alright.

I suspire loudly and keep readjusting her to my lap. "Delilah, daddy's working right now. See?" I point to Michael speaking to John Landis.

We're here watching Michael shoot the last take for his new music video, the song being his new single 'Black or White.' I happen to love this song and the message of it, it's one of Michael's deeper songs even if it is very pop rock/hip-hop.

"Mommy, let me go." She starts whining even louder and I know it's gonna be water works if I don't get her to stop.

I place her on my lap once more and look into her big eyes.