let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

commonplace

                 June 25th, 2001

Ariana

"Michael, I'm scared." I mumble out against his chest. I recently found out I'm pregnant with our fourth child and I've been terrified to say the least. Life has been going a bit too well for the past month and I'm suspicious. We've been handed the short end of the stick for a long time and now things are starting to go back to the way they were. If Michael and I were to lose another child, I don't think I could be healed from the pain ever again.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't as well." Michael's voice vibrates through his torso. "But let's not think about that, okay?" He caresses my arm. "Let's think about how we have a healthy growing baby inside of you."

I nod slowly, sliding back up so I'm equal to him.

"It's your birthday tomorrow." He yawns with a smile. "Don't remind me." I joke. "Your wife is getting old."

"Try thinking about how I feel." He laughs loudly, yawning again. "We better go to sleep, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Oh no, what do you have planned?" I ask as I feel his arm tighten around my waist.

"It's a surprise." He answers, a tired smirk falling onto his face.

I have trouble hiding my smile. "Well, now I'm nervous. Your surprises are always scary." He laughs again.

"What do you mean? My surprises are the best." Michael retorts.

"That's why they're so scary. You always go above and beyond and sometimes I don't feel deserving of them." I say truthfully.

"You deserve the absolute highest of heavens, my love. That's something even I can't gift you."

"You're so cheesy, Michael." I pat his chest playfully.

"It's true." He kisses me lovingly before getting comfortable. "Goodnight. I love you, Ariana."

"I love you too, Michael."

My eyes close slowly and I'm soon drifted off into a deep sleep.

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               August 13th, 2001

Ariana

"Can you stop singing, Dede? You aren't even good at it." Prince complains as we walk through the kitchen of the hotel.

"And that's why you're still a bed wetter." She remarks, a proud look is vibrant on her face.

I groan to myself, the kids and I are staying with Michael in Los Angelos for his new music video shoot, You Rock My World. Not only do I love this song but I absolutely adore the concept of the video. We just got back from lunch and the whole drive to our hotel has consisted of Dede and Prince fighting. I swear these two are like Tom and Jerry.

"Hey, I'm not a bed wetter!" He crosses his arms and faces her. She rolls her eyes with a sarcastic giggle. "You don't have to lie, Prince. Your bed reeks of pee." We all step into the elevator and the kids take off their masks, Paris is wrapped up in my arms so I take off her mask for her.

"And you smell like crap but I don't complain."

I snap my head towards my 6 year old. "I don't want to ever hear that word come out of your mouth again, Prince. You hear me?"

He nods reluctantly as Dede stifles her laugh.

"And as for you Dede, you're turning 13 this year. Why are you still arguing with your 6 year old brother?" Her expression isn't amused anymore but now Prince's is.