*Sigh* Here it is you guys. The end. Oh my gosh, I feel bit sad. This is going to be a really long chapter, just a quick mention to my short attention span people. It's going to be filled with a little bit of everything. So here we go. There are tissues on the table at the far right. Love ya loves --SimplyKayJay-
Michael
*Eight months later*
"I didn't think I'd ever see the day," Janet laughs at me. I have been zooming around my house like The Flash, making sure everything is perfect for when Sweets arrives. For good. She managed to get a job transfer to Los Angeles and now she's about to move in with me. I've never been this happy in my life. I knew she'd come back to me. I hoped and prayed and even cried that she would. All of the hoping and praying finally brought my girl to me.
"So should I wear the yellow button down or the red one? I mean I like yellow because it makes me think of sunflowers and the sunshine. But Red makes me think of roses and Kierra likes roses. So really-"
"Michael," Janet cuts in, "You're over thinking. Wear whatever you want. She loves you and I'm sure she will not be looking at what you're wearing." I take a deep breathe and flop on my bed.
"I just really missed her. You know she's the only person I get nervous for! Like I hardly get nervous about anything but she's so..."
"...So amazing that she caught an early flight and told Janet not to tell you," her voice rings out, settling comfortably in my ears. This is a dream. Sweets is not standing there, dressed in a red sundress and nude heels. Whatever issues she had before her transfer are obviously not a problem anymore. She is glowing like the diamond I always knew she was. Sure, she had gotten buried under some dirt and her sparkles dimmed, but Goodness. Look at how my baby is shining right now.
"So you gonna kiss me or what, Jackson," She teases, walking closer to me. Janet squeals and covers her eyes as she runs out of the room. As soon as she leaves, I grab Sweets and shut the door with my foot.
"Girl, I'll do more only if you're ready," I say backing her into the bed.
Kierra
*Flashback*
"Is that all the boxes that are going to the Salvation Army, Ms. Walker," A mover asked me. I nodded my head, not being able to form words. Why was I sad? This was a happy occasion, so why had I been through two boxes of tissues already? I looked around my halfway empty condo, filled with memories. Too many of them to count. If only these walls could talk, then I'm sure I'd have missed my flight laughing, crying, and remembering every little thing that happened here. As much as I would have loved to skip down memory lane with basket of flowers and a glass of wine, the thought of making more memories slowly creeped up on me. Like, trying on my wedding dress. Or planning my wedding. Or turning up for my bachelorette party. I didn't realize the little dance I was doing until I heard Dylan's voice:
"Well you sure are happy to be leaving us." I jumped and shot him a sharp set of daggers with my eyes.
"Dyl! You scared me half to death," I growled, watching as he approached me. But soon, the irritation faded away and the sadness returned. Damn tears. I unleashed a fresh set of tears as Dylan gave me a hug.
"You're one of the best people we've had in this building, Kie. Michael better be thanking his lucky stars for you," he said, squeezing me tightly. Despite how hard I was crying, I managed out a laugh. He handed me a card with the words 'Wherever you go' on the cover. I opened the card to reveal the rest of it:'May you follow your heart BUT make sure you take your mind with you.' I smiled as I glanced up at Dyl.
"I'm gonna miss you guys," I began to whine. Dyl laughed, wrapped me up in a hug, then patted my head.
"All I know is I want wedding pictures and the numbers of your single bridesmaids," He winked. I scoffed at him and checked my watch. It's 7:45. My flight is in an hour."I better head out to the airport," I said, wiping my eyes. I walked out of my condo, shutting the door on one chapter of my life and ready to fly to the next.
*End of Flashback*
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel Michael's hands rubbing against my stomach.
"Babe," I call. The funny thing is that I don't even think he knows what he's doing. He might be doing this involuntarily.
"Mmhm," he responds, lifting his head off me. I turn my gaze towards his hand then back at him. Then I lift an eyebrow.
"Sorry, Sweets. I was just... I'm sorry that it happened to you."
You'd think I'm all cried out by now, but once I catch reference to what talking about, a whole new set of tears begin to form.
"Michael, I don't want to talk about it," I sigh, shoving his hand off me. Curling up into a ball, I let the waterworks begin.
"Oh, honey, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry, Sweets," He manages to get me in his arms to cradles me. This gentleness was exactly what I was craving all those nights alone. I needed it. I missed it. And I fucking deserve it now.
"I just couldn't believe it. I always thought I would know that I was pregnant. The next thing I know, I'm laying on the table wondering what I did wrong. That made my body abort our--" I didn't realize talking about it would hurt so bad until now.
"Sshh, it's okay baby. It's okay," Michael tries, but then I snap.
'NO IT IS NOT OKAY MICHAEL! I didn't even get a chance to love that baby! Not one! He would have been my world, our world! We would have been a family. It's all my fault."
Michael grabs me by the shoulder and looks me deeply in my red, puffy, eyes.
"Kierra Chantell Walker, you get that awful thought out of your head right now! It is not your fault. I told you, everything happens for a reason. You're an amazing woman," He tells me.
Michael
Then, gently, I lay against her against the bed. She looks up at me, pleading with her eyes for me to rescue her. Then in a smooth, soft voice, I tell her,
"That's exactly why there's more fun in trying again." I kiss her, first on the neck.
"And again." My lips travel to her stomach and begin to suck on it. She draws in a breath and tangles her fingers in my hair.
"Michael, don't-- oohh," Hearing that sound is like giving me the green light.
"And again," I growl before diving in like a professional swimmer. I don't know exactly if I'm going to impregnate her or not. All I know is that I having one hell of a good time trying to. She better get ready because neither one of us are getting any sleep tonight.If I have to make love to her every night to prove that she's the most amazing thing, I will. I don't need her hurting. So I will work into her into healing. She needs to be whole again. And, by all means, I want to help.
-------------------------------------------------And that's all she wrote! I had a blast writing this story and I have fallen in love with all of my characters. My personal favorite character was... Me! No, I'm kidding. I don't think I have a favorite, but I would love to know yours! Also can we have a moment of silence for losing the King today? .........................................
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Lord Knows this man has helped me through some serious shit and serious heartache. RIP Michael.But onto happier news! That's the end of RTT but the sequel for the wedding is coming soon! The story Is called Race Ya To the Alter! I figured since Michael was Child-Like, he'd enjoy a race. Especially if he's running to the woman he loves. So one more time: Love Ya Loves! ---SimplyKayJay---
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RomanceKierra Walker is a no-nonsense anchor for CNN. Her interview with Michael Jackson quickly shakes her tough interior