*30th April 1989*
"Baby.. baby.." Michael wakes me up with a series of kisses around my neck and on my cheek.
"Ughn, wait a while.." I protest, pushing his away from me.
"You realise what day it is today?" Michael asks.
"It's.. Saturday? Friday? I don't remember, Michael," I groan from tiredness.
"Wow, you really are tired. What if I told you it's the 30th of April today?" Michael asks, and I sit bolt upright.
"Oh gosh!" I cry. "I know now!"
"And what is it?" Michael asks.
"It.. it's our wedding day!"
"Congrats, sweetie. Now, c'mon! Up, up!"
Michael drags me out of bed, and to the bathroom. He starts to brush his teeth, looking at me in the reflection in the mirror.
"You're so beautiful," he says, taking the toothbrush from his mouth.
"Is there someone else in the room with us?" I ask softly.
Michael spits into the sink, and looks at me properly.
"You can't be serious, surely? I wouldn't be talking about myself, would I?" he says.
"Normally, you do," I chuckle.
Michael drops his toothbrush, wipes his mouth, and pushes me against the wall.
He traps me, and leans his head close to mine. His breath is so minty because he's just brushed his teeth. He comes closer to me slowly.
"Well today, it's all about you, Mrs. Jackson."
"Soon to be, Mrs. Jackson," I correct him quietly.
Michael chuckles, and comes closer to me.
"It makes no difference now, Mrs. Jackson.."
He leans in and kisses my lips passionately, I wrap my arms around his neck and he does the same around my waist.
He holds on to me tight, letting me know I belong to him and he belongs to me. The kiss gets intense, deep, and I don't want it to end, not ever.
"I love you, baby," Michael tells me between kisses.
But then Ryder cries in the next room, causing us to cut our kiss short.
"I'll go," Michael says, heading out the room after one last kiss.
I stand in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.
How can Michael see me as beautiful? I really don't understand. If I'd been wearing my wedding gear, I would've understood. But I'm not, so I don't.
Michael re-enters the room with Ryder in his arms. "I found the little troublemaker, see."
"Hi, sweetie," I kiss Ryder's forehead, then start to brush my teeth.
Once I've done that, along with other stuff, we all go back into the bedroom.
"Michael, you got your mother to look after Ryder, didn't you?" I ask.
"Of course. She's gonna be here any min--"
Michael's speech is interrupted by the doorbell.
"I'll go," I say, walking out the room.
I walk downstairs, and open the door.
"Katherine!" I smile, and hug her tight.
"Hey, sweetie! Oh, today is your big day!" she replies with excitement.
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