Security : Michael Jackson

Chapter 37

June 1st, 1998
*Anastasia's POV*

A few days has gone by. Things between me and Michael seemed to work well, since the day that I told him to give us another try.
I started to feel a lot better, I started walking, eating and sleeping again like usual.
Sometimes I still had thoughts about what has happened... between us... and with the pregnancy. But I stopped crying over it. I tried to focus on the present-time, I tried to focus on Prince and Paris.

My mom kept calling everyday to check up on me, and I kept telling her that I was doing a lot better.

Michael never left me alone, every time he had to go somewhere because of his work he pulled me with him, like today. He had to go to the studio and afterwards he had a meeting with Frank, his manager.
I just took a shower and was now looking for an outfit... I decided to wear some light-blue jeans shorts, a white tank top and some white sneakers.
I curled my hair and did a light make-up, before walking downstairs.

He was waiting for me at the main door, as soon as he noticed me he flashed me a big smile, before walking towards me and pecking my lips.

"You look beautiful..." he whispered, causing me to blush and smile as well.
"Thank you..." I replied. I looked the opposite of beautiful... I looked like a zombie... I have lost a lot of weight and looked straight like shelf.

As soon as we stepped inside the car, Wayne started driving, headed over to the Studio. When we arrived - like usual - there was a big crowd outside the building. My biggest fear has become reality, since I was in the Hospital about a week ago... the press has found out that I wasn't doing well, and also that I was pregnant and lost the baby. So it was all over the news now. Of course, the Tabloids started asking questions as soon as we stepped outside the car, in front of the Studio.

"Mrs. Johnson, is it true that you lost Mr. Jackson's baby?"
"Anastasia, is it true that you were pregnant?"
"Michael! Are you back with Anastasia?"

Michael held me tight, while we walked through the crowd and entered the Studio. As soon as we made our way inside he stopped and looked at me.

"Is everything alright?" he asked in a worried tone, I forced a smile and nodded.
"Yes... everything is alright. Let's go." I replied before grabbing his hand and walking into the studio-room where everyone was waiting for him.

We greeted the other's, before I took a seat on the sofa and watched Michael while he started working.
It's not easy for me to face the argument about my pregnancy and my loss... I hated when the press started asking questions about it, as soon as they see me... but that's my life now. I can't change it. Michael kept saying that we could try to have another baby, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to face another pregnancy right now... maybe in the future, yes, but not now. I still need time to recover.

After a few hours, Michael was done in the Studio, and we made our way to his meeting with Frank.
As soon as we arrived, Frank greeted me embracing me in a friendly hug.

"How are you doing, Anastasia?" Frank asked me, as me and Michael took a seat at his desk in his office. I sighed and forced a smile.
"I'm good, thanks for asking." I replied. That's what I would say every time someone asked me how I was doing... they then started talking about work, and when Frank suggested Michael a Tour called "MJ & Friends" a lump has built in my throat.

"No. I'm not going anywhere. I can't leave." Michael said to Frank,
"Michael...-" Frank started, but Michael interrupted him,
"I said no, Frank..." he replied again, Frank then looked over to me. I sighed.
"What about you take some time and you postpone the Tour to next year?" I suggested, Michael looked at me, his eyes went wide and slightly shook his head. I grabbed his hand. "Baby... it's okay... you need to do this. I'll be fine. You still have a year until then.." I said,
"And it's only going to be for two days... one show in Europe and one show in Asia." Frank added.

Michael stood up and walked to the big window, looking outside, before releasing a heavy sigh. There was silence for a while... Frank looked at me, I flashed him a slight smile and nodded, knowing that Michael was thinking about it, and I'm pretty sure that he was about to agree with it.
After a few minutes he walked back to us, and looked at Frank..

"Alright. Next year. Two shows, no more." he said firmly, Frank had a wide smile plastered on his face and nodded.
"Yes. Thank you, buddy." he replied.

After talking for a little bit more the meeting finally came to an end and we left. Once we were in the car, making our way back to the Ranch, Michael asked me something that left me speechless...

"Baby? I was thinking about something..." he said, while we were still sitting in the car. I looked at him.
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"I want you to meet my family..." he then said while flashing me a sweet smile. My eyes went wide.
"You what?" I asked and giggled. "You want me to meet your family?" I asked again, he nodded.
"You should've met them a while ago... I think it's about time now. They really want to get to know you." he then said before grabbing my hand and interlocking his fingers with mine. "What do you think?" he asked after a while, I gulped.
"Uhh... sure..." I replied, he smiled brightly before pecking my lips.
"You'll love them, and they'll love you. I promise." he said trying to reassure me, I nodded and smiled slightly at him.

I guess I'm going to meet the Jackson's Family ...