𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 | michael jackson imagines

breakfast in bed

[ fluff + slight angst ?? ]

The rays of sunshine that seeped through the slits of the thin fabric of the white curtains had hit your eyelids, causing you to slowly awaken from your slumber. You allowed your vision to adjust as you stared up at the blank ceiling above you.

You glanced at the digital clock that sat on top of your nightstand. It read 8:45 am. The weekend came by faster, letting you feel at ease at the fact that you were finally able to rest at home with your husband and three children, Maeve, Ophelia, and Ezra.

Speaking of your husband, you turned to the other side expecting to see Michael peacefully sleeping beside you only to find an empty space, yet felt his warmth still present on the bed.

It was unusual for him to wake up early since Michael was truly a heavy sleeper; especially these days because of the rehearsals he had to attend for his upcoming comeback tour in London. He would always arrive home late from practice and do his bedtime routine before crashing onto your shared bed, signaling that he didn't want to be disturbed.

You figured that he wanted to wake up early to start the day with your children since it's been quite a while since they bonded together due to his busy schedules. Plus, it was a weekend so it meant he had no rehearsals to attend to.

You sat up on your bed and let out a good morning stretch and yawn. Sighing in satisfaction, you gave yourself a few seconds to freshen up your mind before you got up from the bed to head downstairs for breakfast. However, your trance was interrupted once you heard metallic rattling from outside your bedroom door.

You arched an eyebrow. "Michael? Is that you?" you called out and moved to the edge of the mattress.

"Yeah, I'm coming! Though it may take a while for me to get there, heh," Michael let out a muffled chuckle as he slowly made his way to the bedroom carefully so as to not let anything drop from the metal tray in his hands.

You giggled at your husband's silliness and waited for him to walk into your room. The doorknob rattled for a few moments, giving you the idea that Michael struggled in going inside the bedroom so you stood up and jogged your way to the door to open it and see what was going on.

There stood Michael gripping tightly to the silver tray that had a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, accompanied by a cup of your favorite coffee blend. You gazed at Michael with amusement and adoration before letting him inside with the tray in his hands.

"Aww, is this all for me?" you smiled.

"Do you like it?" Michael asked with a glint of hope in his eyes as he set down the tray on the nightstand. "I woke up extra early to prepare this for you, w-with the help of the kids! You know, just to show our appreciation for you."