Book II Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series
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Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson.
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❀ 1999 New York City Word Count: 6.4k
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It was a late night in New York City, and the bustling energy of the streets below seemed miles away from the peaceful cocoon you had created in the suite. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the television screen. The buttery, warm smell of freshly popped popcorn hung in the air, mixing with the sweet scent of your daughters' shampoo as they nestled into you. Their giggles, innocent and light, filled the space as you lay together in the large hotel bed, sharing a bowl of popcorn. The three of you were watching Ghosts, a short film Michael had worked on when the girls were still just babies.
Though it was well past their bedtime, neither of them had been able to fall asleep, especially with their father still out for the evening. Michael had a late-night interview, and though he had wanted you to come along, you knew the girls had too much pent-up energy to sit quietly through it. Instead, you had decided to make it a cozy movie night, indulging them with one of their father's works, even though Michael had always been hesitant to show them his scarier films.
As the film played, you felt the weight of your daughters pressed against your sides. Their little bodies fit so perfectly into the curves of yours, and the sound of their breathing, interspersed with soft giggles, filled you with warmth. Your six-year-old daughter pointed at the screen, her voice filled with wonder and amusement as she said, "Mommy, Daddy's goofy!"
You chuckled softly, your fingers absentmindedly running through her thick curls as you responded, "Yes, Daddy is very goofy, isn't he?"
On the screen, Michael was hamming it up, pulling exaggerated faces as he tried to scare the townspeople. The girls erupted into more fits of laughter as they watched him stretch his face in impossible ways, his eyes bulging comically. But as the scene intensified, both of them suddenly shrieked in surprise and buried their faces against your sides, trembling with half-laughter, half-fright.
You burst out laughing, hugging them both tightly against you. "It's okay, it's okay! It's not real," you assured them, your voice gentle and soothing as you kissed the tops of their heads.
