The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 50

Maeve's POV

My fingers circled the light blotches on Michael's chest as we cuddled in bed, naked and still high from our lovemaking.

Michael was lost in his thoughts as I listened to his heart beating and I can't tell how long we stayed this way, our feet entangled and our bodies as close as possible.

I rested my chin on his chest admiring his face and wondering what was going on in that beautiful mind.

When we locked eyes, I smiled instantly and whispered a soft "I love you".

His expression was unreadable but he didn't say 'I love you more' like he'd normally do. No, instead he blurted "Marry me, Maeve!" out.

I needed a few seconds to realize what he just said. But even when his words sank in, I still had a hard time believing that I heard him correctly.

"What?" I asked, chuckling nervously.

"I want you to marry me, Maeve!" he said again sitting up and dragging me with him.

"Michael, are you-"

I was interrupted by him getting out of bed and I watched him searching his pants that laid on the floor when he pulled out a velvet box and walked back over to the side of the bed where I was sitting.

As he bent down on his knees, opened the box and showed me the beautiful ring inside, I covered my mouth with both my hands.

"Before I met you, I never realized how empty my life was! Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" he said.

I tried to blink the tears away but failed. This is really happening.

It took me a few moments to gain back my speech but when I did, I screamed.

"YES, YES, Michael, of course I'll marry you!"

In one swift motion I threw myself on him causing him to lose balance and we both ended up on the floor hugging tight. It must have looked like an predator attacking his prey.

"I love you, Maeve!"

"I love you more" I told him before he pressed his lips on mine.

After a while of cuddling on the floor and whispering sweet 'I love you's Michael stood up and helped me get up aswell. I was sitting on the edge of the bed as he kneeled down again, taking my left hand and sliding the ring on my finger, it fit perfectly.

At the realization of us both still being completely naked we started laughing. Michael handed me my panties and his shirt before he went to take a shower.

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I was awoken in the morning when Michael's strong grip left me. He normally would do his makeup before waking me.

He felt insecure about his skin especially since it got even worse the last couple of months.

I walked inside the bathroom and hugged Michael tight from behind.

"Good morning" I whispered, still tired.

"Morning" he said, concentrated on his makeup.

I managed to force him to face me and when I grabbed his face, seeing all the white blotches there I said "You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen!"

"It's an hereditary illness" he spoke with an hint of sadness in his voice.

It was really hard for me to keep his gaze. "Does it hurt?"