[MJ Fanfiction] Whatever Happens (Sequel to "What Happened That Day")

Part 11: Just Give Me A Reason

Paris, France,
Five days later, June 20th 1990.

June's point of view

My mother's wedding night wasn't what I expected at all. It went from pure happiness to complete confusion. Jessica was two months pregnant, and Michael was going to be a daddy. He was starting his own family, and I was not included in his plans. In my mind, it's like I couldn't be involved anymore in his life. When he told me about this, I stayed frozen for a minute. I wasn't waiting for him to give me any kind of explanations because he didn't have any to give me: Jessica is his wife, he loves her so it's quite logical he would start a family with her one day. They've been married for quite a long time now, so I guess it was the next step in their relationship. It hurt though. It hurt me to the core because Michael being married didn't make me think that things between us were totally over, but now, the fact he's having a baby changed everything: I had to stop being around him like some kind of leech. I needed to take my distance. While I perfectly knew Michael was married and happy to have a baby, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss we shared. The way he kissed me, it was not just a kiss. It was the kiss of a lifetime. The kiss I was dying to receive ever since I broke up with him. He kissed me like there were no tomorrows, and when he pulled away, he had tears in his eyes. When I asked him what was going on, he broke down crying, and I had to comfort him even though I didn't know, and still don't know, what the matter was. I thought maybe he regretted it at the second he pulled away, but he told me it wasn't about this, and it wasn't about the fact he wasn't ready to be a daddy: he was. I stayed outside with him for a few minutes, reassuring him, telling him everything was going to be alright. I apologized for kissing him, because I really was sorry. He was a married man, and I had no right to kiss him this way. I told him I didn't want to do such a thing, that I was caught in the heat of the moment.

Now here I am, five days later and I didn't hear a single word from him. He didn't stay in New York the next day after my mother's wedding as he was supposed to, and it broke my heart. He felt so guilty that he didn't even say goodbye to me, and ever since he left, I feel depressed and blue all the time. Being this close to him again awoke feelings in me I thought I wouldn't be able to feel again. When I danced with him, when I walked down the aisle on his arm, when I kissed him... Those things I'll never be able to forget. It's like I was falling in love with him once again. It felt like we just met and that we were starting over. I tried to convince myself that I needed to move on as he did ever since I left him, but I couldn't make it. I'm sure now that Michael Joseph Jackson is the love of my life, and I won't try to find somebody else to replace him. I know we're meant to be.

"Get up!" Jer said, removing the sheets bed from my body. "You're not spending another day in bed, Wellington. It been four whole days! It's time for you to take your life back."

"I don't wanna live in a world where Michael Jackson's not the father of my kids," I said, my voice muffled against my pillow.

"Ask him for some sperm then, but just get the hell out of this bed. You're stinking."

"Shut up, and leave me alone," I snapped, putting the covers back over my head. "I'm just gonna stay here and wait for Michael to call me."

"June," Jer sighed loudly, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Did the idea of him not calling you cross your mind?"

"He's going to call me," I assured him, not moving from under the covers. "I need him to call me," I said, and I felt this lump forming in my throat.

"That's right, you need him to call. You can't wait for his call all your life, girl," Jer said, rubbing my leg through the sheet.

"Watch me," I taunted.