My Step Father 2 (Michael Jackson Fan Fiction)

My Step Father 7

It has been 4 days since I have been out of the hospital. I ended up going back to live with Michael, not because I wanted to, but because he deserves to spend time with his kids. Especially Mikah. I would live in regret again if I made him miss the most important parts of his life.

Michael has been really helpful with helping me take care of both the kids. Especially, where I am still sore, I can't lift on anything and move all that fast.

Michael, insisted on me sleeping with him again. That way if Mikah were to wake up in the middle of the night, he could attend to him instead of me all the time. I didn't agree to it though, so we don't share a room. Which it always leads to arguments every day.

He still bugs me about it.

"Riley, you need to come and stay with me. This going back and forth isn't working for me. I have enough room for a crib in my room. You know my bed is big enough for the both of us. Why make things harder?" Michael asked me for the fiftieth time it seems like, while holding Mikah and playing with Jayla.

"For the last time, Michael I am not sharing a room with you. If things were different, we were together then I would. Considering, that we aren't, I'm not going to share a room with you."

"Momma?" Jayla said.

"Yes, beanie?" She looked up at with me sad eyes.

"Never mind."

"Beanie, what is wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"Nothing, it's okay." Jayla said and started playing with her toys again.

Michael looked at me and shook his head. I gave him a 'fuck you' glare. I don't know why the fuck he is shaking his head at me.

"Jayla, are you ready for the concert tomorrow?" I asked her.

That changed her mood completely.

"Me am! Me am! I get to sing and dance wif daddy!" She squealed.

"Are you going to out sing and dance, daddy in front of a bunch of people?"

"Me could never beat daddy. Daddy is the greatest in the whole widest world!"

"Baby bear, I am not the greatest. There are much more talented people than me." Jayla shook her head in disagreement.

"No, you the best daddy. No one can come close to my daddy."

"You give me confidence, motivation and inspiration, baby bear."

"What about momma?" Jayla looked up at Michael.

"She supports me, even when I don't even deserve it. Your mother pushes me to be the best I can be all the time. If it wasn't for her my all time hopes and dreams wouldn't have came true."

Jayla went back and forth between me and Michael. She asked us what seemed like hundreds of questions. Things that a 3 almost 4 year old child shouldn't be worried about.

"Jayla, baby it's getting late. Why don't mommy help you get ready for bed?"

"But me don't wanna go to bed." Jayla pouted.

"Mommy let you stay up way past your bed time. It's 11 o'clock Jayla. Let's go to bed."

"No. Me not going to bed." Jayla said and continued playing with her toys.

"Jayla, get your rear-end up the stairs, now."

"No."

"Jayla, if you don't-."

"Me not going to bed! Me told you no!"

Jayla has never acted out like this. It is all so new and strange.