Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Rumour Has It ✨

Mature Era

Requested by @MaliChrome99. Hope you enjoy! 

"Y/N, you look pretty,"

The sound of the soft, bashful voice causes you to set down your hair bush as you catch a reflection of the pair of blue eyes peeking through the door in your vanity mirror.

"Thank you Paris," you grin, turning to face the young girl. "You don't have to be shy, come in, sweetie,"

You coax your soon-to-be stepdaughter into the room as you fish out two pairs of earrings from your jewelry box and hold them out to Paris who slowly approaches the vanity.

"Which ones, gold or silver?"

She squints her blue eyes, switching between the two.

"Silver. They match the dress,"

You grin.

"You're a girl with taste, Par,"

Paris begins to rummage through the rest of your jewelry as you proceed to swipe a coat of lipstick on and you can't help but grin, happy to know that the two of you are bonding, even if for a short time.

"Where are you and Daddy going tonight?" She asks, curiously.

You watch as she clips on a pearl earring whilst staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"We're having dinner with my family," You sigh.

The nervous feeling returns to your stomach as you say the words. If you'd have your way you'd just be having a quiet dinner at home with your fiancé and the kids but you'd put off this night for far too long.

You'd been engaged to the King of Pop for three months after a year of dating. You'd been introduced by mutual friends and feeling a mutual attraction it wasn't long before the two of you began to go out.

Michael was a sweet and charming man and was surprisingly down to earth despite his wealth and fame. Even with an age difference and Michael's status as a single father you still felt perfectly matched for one another and you got along well with his kids.

You were more than thrilled to accept Michael's proposal and moved into Neverland shortly after.

The kids were still getting used to the idea of having you as a mother and Michael's family seemed excited to accept you as a Jackson but your own family had not yet had the privilege of meeting the man you'd soon call your husband.

Like most couples, introducing a significant other to your family was a daunting task. You were excited to introduce your family to the man you loved but also a little nervous.

You didn't know how your family would react to you bringing home the King Of Pop.

"Oh, like when you met Poppy and Gran?" She asks.

You grin reaching out to smooth down the flyaways of her long brown hair.

"Yes, now it's your Daddy's turn to meet my family,"

Paris reaches for a bottle of your perfume before spritzing some on her wrist.

"I hope your parents like Daddy,"

You sigh.

"Me too, kiddo," your eyes sweep to the clock on the wall. "I better get going or we're going to be late,"

You stand up as Paris tugs at the clip ons but you gently stop her.

"Keep them, they look nice on you,"