let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

residency

a/n: before we start i just want to say i'm releasing this chapter a day or two early bc i've done so much writing today that i think i need to post another chapter for u guys lol

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                           October 31st, 2008

Ariana

"Listen to Delilah at all times!" I shout.

"We know, mom!" Prince yells back. "I CALL SHOTGUN!"

"Hey!" Paris and Prince start to race for the front seat, Prince beating her.

They all look so cute in their little costumes.

"I'll make sure they behave, mom." Dede says with her car keys in hand, holding onto Blanket's hand tightly. She hugs Michael and I and then makes her way over to the car.

"Bye, mommy!" Blanket waves as he hops into the vehicle.

"Bye, honey!" I yell back.

"They're growing up so fast..." Michael says intently. "It seems like it was just yesterday that you told me you were pregnant with Dede in my dressing room."

"Yeah, that was before our lives became a living hell." My tone is snippy but I'm simply too angry at Michael to be cordial. I hear Michael sigh as I walk back into the house, he closes the door behind me.

The last few months have been the worst in a long time. Michael's debt has been racking up like no other and I was initially worried since Michael and I are married, it wouldn't be crazy to think that our finances are tied to each other but then I remembered we had a prenup.

But I've been telling Michael for years now that he needed to slow down on his lavish spending, at one point in time, he was spending way more money than he was even making. I've always been the smarter one when it came to making financial decisions between the two of us however, Michael is a grown man and when he wants to do something, he's going to do it.

On top of that, Michael's health problems have been arising which isn't his fault but how he's dealing with it makes me upset. He begged me to let him be administered Diprivan again since his insomnia was back and worse than ever. Even hearing the name of that anesthetic gives me the chills since the effect of it on my husband the first time around almost ruined our marriage.

I, for obvious reasons, looked at him like he was crazy and threatened to leave him if he took it again. That might have seemed a little harsh but I didn't know what else to do. Those days where the anesthetic was still fresh to him, it got so unbelievably out of hand. He was spending thousands of dollars on it, using other people's names to get it, I just...it was too much.

Michael ended up breaking down in my arms when I told him I was going to leave him and that's when I gave up. If using this anesthetic will help Michael at least get some form of "sleep" then I can't really do much.

My eyes glance at Michael's state and I notice he looks nervous, he knows I've been upset with him but he never looks scared?

"Is something wrong?" I ask, trying my best to just sound concerned and not irritated.

This catches Michael off guard, swallowing a gulp.

"I have to talk to you about something." He paces into the kitchen, I follow him.

"What?"

"They want me to do a residency at the O2 arena in London, it would be something like 8-10 shows." I'm now as quiet as a mouse. "It would be to help pay off some of my debt."