Michael Jackson X Reader

Your Mom's New Fiancé

Your POV

It was May. You woke up to the sun shining in your face. You struggled to sit up. You finally gave up. You shook Michael. "Good morning." "Good morning Michael. Can you help me get out of bed?" "Yeah, of course." Michael climbed out of bed. He came to your side of the bed. He help you stand up. You kissed him. "Thanks." "You're welcome." You got in the shower. You tried to put your shirt on. It didn't fit. You screamed in frustration. Michael ran towards you. "Are you alright?" "No. I picked out the perfect outfit, but the shirt doesn't fit." "It's okay. You can just pick out another outfit." "Okay." You went into the closet and picked out a new outfit. You put it on. "Michael can you help me put on my shoes." "Sure." Michael kneeled down and tried to put your shoes on. "I don't think they fit." "What are you talking about?" "I think the pregnancy made your feet swell." You started crying. "But those shoes go perfectly with my outfit." "What if I pick out a pair of black shoes for you?" "Okay. You probably think that I'm a cry baby." "No. I understand that pregnant women are more emotional." "You're so understanding. I love you." "I love you too." Michael kissed you. Michael walked away. A few minutes later he returned. "What do you think about these?" "They're okay." Michael put the shoes on your feet. "It's a perfect fit just like in Cinderella." You smiled. Michael helped you stand up. You waddled to the kitchen. You picked up a pan. "Hey. You don't have to cook. I'll cook." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Now sit tight. I'll be back in a minute." Michael helped you sit down. Then he kissed your forehead. He came back half an hour later. He slaved over the stove. "Okay it's done." Michael put a plate in front of you. You dug in. "This is pretty good." "Thank you." Before you knew it, your plate was empty. "Can I have some more?" "I'm sorry. This is all I cooked and I really need to get to work." "Please." "Okay." Michael cooked you some more food. "Thank you." You finished your food. Michael helped you stand up. "Bye." You kissed Michael. "Are you sure that you want to go to work." "Yes Michael. I'll be fine." "Okay. Be safe. I love you." Michael kissed you. "I love you too." "I love you baby." Michael rubbed your belly. You waddled to your car. You got in and drove to work. You said hi to your sister and mother. You started modeling some maternity clothes. "Bye mom." "Bye." "Bye Becky." "Wait. We're having a birthday party for Jr. and we would love it if you both came to the party. It's next week." "Michael and I will be there." "Yeah and I'll be there with the triplets." You went home. You sat on the couch waiting for Michael to come home. Michael finally came through the door. "Hi." Michael kissed you. "Hi. Becky and Tobey are having a birthday party for Jr. next week and I told her that we were going." "Sounds great." A week later you and Michael went to Becky and Tobey's house. You rang the bell. Becky came to the door. "Hey. Thank you so much for coming." "Oh Becky, you know that I'm not going to miss my own nephew's birthday." You all enjoyed the party. You said hi to the triplets. You all had dinner. You had cake and ice cream. "Okay it's time to open presents. Do you want to open presents Jr.?" Becky sat down and put Jr. on her lap. She opened his presents. Jr. started crying. "Okay. It's his bedtime. Thank you for coming over everyone." Everyone left. The next day you went to work. "Oh (y/n), you're finally here. I have something to tell you both. I just got engaged." You frown. "Mom we've never even met the guy. I don't want you to be with some jerk." "That's something you don't have to worry about. I'm having a dinner tomorrow so you can meet him and he is the perfect gentleman." "Okay mom. How long have you known him?" "I told you. I met him in highschool. I don't know why I didn't date him sooner." The next day came. You went to your mom's house with Michael. Becky, her son, and her husband was there too. "Mom do you have a highchair that I can use for Jr." "I sure do." Mom came back with a highchair. Becky put Jr. in it. Just then the doorbell rang. Your mom answered the door. She kissed the guy that was at the door. "Hi." "Hey. Who are all these people?" "Well you've met my triplets. This my adoptive daughter Becky." "Hi." "Hello." "This is Becky's husband Tobey." "Hello." "Hey." "This is their son Jr." "Hi." Jr. just looked at him. "This is my biological daughter (y/n)." "Hi." "Hey." "And this is her husband Michael." "Hi." "Hey." "Everyone this is Alexander, my Fiancé. Why don't we all sit down and have dinner." We all sat down. Alexander and your mom talked for awhile. Then there was silence. "So what do you do for a living Alexander?" You asked. "How rude of you!" Alexander yelled. "Excuse me?" "Don't you see I'm talking? Didn't your mother tell you not to talk while other people are talking?!" "You haven't been talking for five minutes!" "First of all take down you're tone. Secondly, why do you want to know what I do? Are you trying to get money out of me?" "I am married to Michael Jackson. Plus, I have my own money. I don't need money. I was just trying to make small talk." "I don't want to talk to you!" "Don't talk to her that way. Don't you think your reaction was just a little uncalled for?" "Do you think that just because you're Michael Jackson that you can tell me what to do?!" "No." "Just shut up talking to me and at least try to act your age, both of you!" You stood up. You grab your plate. Michael grabbed your hand. "What are you doing?" "He just insulted me." "I know calm down. You can't be getting into fights because you're pregnant." You tried to snatch away from him, but he held on tighter. "Let's go for a walk." "Okay." As you left out the door you heard an argument breakout between Becky, Tobey, and Alexander. You and Michael walked. You went into a park. "Do you remember the first time I ran to this park." "Yeah. You were mad that your mom wouldn't let you go with me to tour." "Yeah. Now I have the most amazing husband and we're going to have a baby." Michael kissed your forehead. "I wasn't trying to ruin dinner." "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong." "I want mom to be happy, but she keeps bring home these terrible men." Just then Becky came to you. "Are you okay sis?" "I'm fine Becky." "I don't know what his problem is." Just then your mom came over. "(Y/n) and Becky I'm sorry, but..." "Really, there's a but?" You said. "Please don't take away this little bit of happiness from me." "So, you're going to let him treat your daughters like that? You didn't even stand up for us. You are supposed to be our mom first and everything else second." Becky said. "I don't know what got in to him. Maybe, he just had a bad day." You and Becky folded your arms. "Alright. I won't marry him. You're right. He shouldn't talk to either of you that way. I love you both." "I love you too mom." You and Becky said. Just then Alexander came over. "Look Alexander. No one disrespects my daughters." "I know and I'm sorry. It's just that I can't have kids of my own. I was so filled with anger and jealousy and it all came out. I'm sorry." "I forgive you." You and Becky said. "Do I have your permission to marry your mother?" "Let's just see how the rest of dinner goes." You said. You all went back in the house. You all finished dinner and desert. "Do you know what I've always wanted?" Alexander asked. "What?" You all replied. "I've always want to be called dad." "I just want you to know that I'm okay with you marrying my mother." "Thanks. Becky?" "It's fine by me." Soon it was time to leave. You all headed to the door. "Goodnight dad." Becky said. "Yeah. Goodnight Dad." You added. He pulled you both in for a hug.

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