With Michael

Chapter 25 - Happy

8th of October, 1992
Brooklyn and Janet are 26, Michael is 34

Janet: I knocked on the front door at the main house at Neverland.

I was hoping to see my brother, but one of his housemaids opened it.

"Ms. Jackson, welcome. He's upstairs." she said.

"In their room?" I asked, taking off my jacket.

She shook her head, "I have no idea. I just know he's upstairs."

I nodded and made my way through the house.

I've had enough of his and Brooke's fighting. They seriously need to work their shit out.

Climbing up the stairs of Neverland, I was determined to lecture him, just like I did with Brooklyn.

When I reached the last step I saw the room at the end of the big hall open wide.

I sighed, approaching it quietly.

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Michael: I opened my eyes at the sound of someone coming up the stairs.

I looked around the too familiar white nursery and took a deep breath.

I have spent the last six days here. Each day made me feel worse, but I couldn't get myself to leave. At least the rocking chair is comfortable.

Brooklyn still wasn't here, and that made it even more horrible. I needed her comforting embrace.

I looked at the little pink onesie that I held close to my chest.

A knock on the door made me jump; Janet stood there, looking pissed.

Yet her eyes had a bit of sympathy in them.

She entered, "I thought you cleared out this room."

"Brooklyn didn't let me." I told her.

"Looks like she knew why, too. How long have you been in here?"

"Since I came back."

My little sister sighed as she sat on the floor across from me.

"I'm honestly tired of your fighting, Mike. And this time it's really stupid." she mumbled.

"So playing with my feelings is something stupid now?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Ugh, she didn't mean for it to come out like that. You know how hard it's been for her since you lost the baby. Try to understand why she's feeling guilty about wanting another child." she said.

I did understand. But it still didn't make up for the fact that my wife gave me hope for nothing.

And Janet trying to meddle with it didn't make me happier, either.

"You know I love you, Dunk, but you really need stay out of my wife's and I's personal business."

She rolled her eyes though I know I hurt her feelings a bit, "I'm your sister, and she's my best friend. If you two won't try to work it out, then I will."

My little sister looked at me, confused.

"What are you holding?" she asked and pointed at the hand that held Destiny's onesie.

"It's nothing." I said.

"Michael, show me." she demanded.

"No."

Janet had a smug look on her face when she stood up and walked towards me.

"Show me." she held out her hand.