With Michael

Chapter 32 - Every Girl's Dream

4th of January, 1994
Brooklyn is 28, Janet is 27, and Michael is 35

Janet: "Hey, beautiful." Brandon's voice came through the phone.

I bit my lip and giggled. I was so caught up in this man, just hearing his voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey," I said. "How's it going?"

"It's great. It's so beautiful here... Too bad you're not here with me." I could feel him frown.

"I wish I could join, I wanted to. Brooke didn't let me." I sighed.

"I get her, she's just trying to make this the best for Michael."

"He's doing good?" I asked, remembering I called to check up on him and to wish my best friend a happy birthday.

"He's doing amazing. I've never seen him this calm. It's like all he ever does is stress out." he answered.

"Tell me about it." I mumbled.

"How's the new album coming?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm having doubts about it. Maybe I shouldn't release it."

"What? Baby, it sounds so good!" my boyfriend said, sounding shocked.

"Nah. It's just scratches for now. I'll just push it back a few years, give it time." I told him.

"I'll support whatever decision you make. Your album, your choices."

I smiled, "Is Brooke there?"

"She was here, but we finished our day early because of her birthday... Her and Mike disappeared a couple of hours ago to their part of the house." he sounded annoyed.

I was disappointed, I wanted to talk to her.
Both my brother and best friend weren't reachable these past couple of weeks. They didn't take their phones, the only person who had a phone in that house was Brandon.

I took a glance at the clock and saw that three minutes passed way too fast.

"I'll call later, honey. Love you." I hurried to hang up before he could say anything.

With tears in my eyes, I walked to the bathroom to find the pregnancy stick I left on the counter.

My heart sank when I saw two little lines.

Now fucking way.

~

Brooklyn: Michael's heartbeat was steady as I lay my head on his chest on the couch in the little living room.

It was the only sound I heard, except for the movie that was blaring out of the TV.

The sun was setting, making the house shine with colors.

Today was perfect. He made sure it was perfect.
When we finished our day successfully, he took me into bed and for two straight hours we made love. After that, we took a shower and fooled around some more.
Now here we were, watching a movie of my choice.

"Isn't Harrison Ford just plain sexy?" I asked as my favorite actor of all time showed up on the screen again.

'Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade' was the movie I chose for us to watch and I was enjoying myself more than I should have.

"I could always set you up together with one phone call." Michael joked.

"That would make a wonderful birthday present." I played along.

He fingered my ribs, making me shriek.

His laugh echoed in the small space of the house.

I looked up at him to see his perfect smile. He leaned in and so did I.