Michael Jackson Imagines

Those Were The Days (BOTDF Era)

Warning: Sexual Content

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I stayed home with the kids as Michael went to work. We were all snuggled up on the couch under blankets, chatting away.

"Mommy? Will daddy be home late again?" Said Paris. I sadly sigh with a nod straight after.

"Paris, sis. the reason why he's not here is because he's working to provide for us... otherwise we wouldn't have a roof over our heads." Prince, my 12-year-old son explains.

"Oh, so he don't mean to be late?" Paris glances at Prince, and I can't but smile, hearing the two have their little conversation.

"No, sometimes he gets calls from his boss, asking if he could stay at work a little longer." Prince smiles at Paris. I couldn't believe that Prince looks so much like his father.

"Oh, okay. Poor daddy, he must be tired." I chuckle at Paris. Paris was only 5 years old so she hasn't grasped the concept of work and the situation surrounding it.

"Daddy is always tired baby. Right, you two need to go get ready, Auntie Janet is coming to pick you up and spend time with you." They hurriedly rose to gather their things they wanted to take along. I get up and head to the kitchen and whip up the children's favourite snacks. I heard the front door being knocked, I opened the door and Janet was on the other side.

"Hello, (Y/N)! Lovely to see you, my love. Are they ready to go?" Janet smiled as Paris and Prince run out to hug her.

"We're ready to go!" They both exclaimed. I handed the children their snacks.

"These are incase you want your favourite treats later." I tell them.

"Thanks, mommy!" Paris says.

"Thank you, mom." Prince smiles, kissing my cheek. They both walk to the car and get in.

"I'll bring them back tomorrow evening, does that sound okay?" Janet questions and I nod in approval.

"Yes, that's completely fine, I'll see you tomorrow then, Janet." I hug her tightly.

"I'll see you tomorrow too, love." Janet returns my hug and heads over to her car, sliding into the drivers seat and driving away. My attention went on my children who were waving at me, I waved back at them just in time before disappearing off into the distance.

Well, I found myself alone for a whole hour. I took a Quick Look around the living room and spotted a wedding photo of Michael and Me. I walked over to it and picked it up, reminiscing about that day, our special day. Which gave me an idea, I decided to go through our collection of video tapes. Among them, I stumbled across one labelled "Wedding Day - 1988." Intrigued I inserted the tape into the television and settled down on the couch. Holding the remote, I pressed play.

*The wedding video*

Authors POV:

La Toya is currently in charge filming Michael and (Y/N)'s wedding video. She and Janet were having a conversation off-screen.

"Janet, is it on...is the camera on?" La Toya questions, adjusting the camera slightly.

"Yes, La Toya, if the cameras side light is blinking red, then it's a definite yes." Janet lets out a chuckle. All of the sudden the music begins to play and everybody stands up from their seats as they turn to face (Y/N) and her father, walking down the aisle. La Toya keeps the camera focused on the both of them. As they reached closer to Michael, the camera catches a glimpse of Michael, who stands there with tears trickling down his face.