let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

simply too soon

                          September 7th, 1996

Ariana

"Wasn't daddy so good tonight?" Prince moves his fists sporadically as he giggles. Tonight was the first date of Michael's HIStory tour and he never ceased to amaze me when it came to putting on a show for his fans.

Little Prince has been growing more and more every day, it's sad to see my baby grow up so fast but at the same time so interesting, I'd like to say he has some of my features.

As soon as Michael steps in the dressing room, Prince is delighted, he reaches out for Michael, Michael pulls him out of my grip.

"Hi, my little boy." Michael tosses him into the air which causes Prince to shriek happily. "Dadaaaa..." Our baby boy drags out. "And hello, my love." He leans down, pressing a big wet sloppy kiss to my lips.

"Michael!" My laugh stifles and I wipe my mouth off.

"Where's Dede?" He asks, a smile plastered onto his face.

"She's with Karen."

Michael sits Prince on the couch, he walks over to the vanity, taking his makeup off. Someone then knocks on the door.

"Come in!" Michael states, Grace walks in with Prince's baby bag, offering to take him and Dede back to the hotel so we could get some alone time together.

Michael and I let her take both kids, thinking about it, she did have a point. Ever since my miscarriage happened, I've been smuggling myself with our children's presences, never wanting to leave their side. Michael and them really helped me throughout my whole grieving process. But I did miss my one on one time with Michael.

Once it's just Michael and I left in the dressing room, he pats down on his lap motioning me to come sit. I plop myself on his leg and rest my head against his chest.

"This is nice." I say.

"It's time we get some peace and quiet." Michael slings his arm over my waist.

I look up at Michael and kiss his jaw sensually. "Let's start trying again." He mumbles as his kisses pepper my neck. I close my eyes and sigh, sliding off of his lap.

"It's too soon, Michael." I pull my sweater back up.

"When can we start trying then?" He questions, his tone getting more irritated.

"I don't know. When I feel...like I can, I guess." My head shakes as I stand up to get water.

"And when will that be?"

"Michael, I need you to stop okay. Stop yelling at me like this has been such an easy thing to get over! Do you think I like the way I'm feeling?" I drink my water angrily.

"I think you're being inconsiderate. I went through that miscarriage just as much as you did."

"Bullshit!" I'm now livid, does Michael truly think this hurts him more than me?

"It's the truth! That baby was just as much as mine as it was yours! Are we just going to give up growing our family forever now?" His expression is angry just like mine.

"Michael, this isn't forever, I just need time to heal."

"You've had time to heal! So much time."