Michael Jackson Imagines

You Comfort Him

Your pov:

I fell asleep while watching tv but I wake up when I hear the door slam and arms around me.

"Michael?" I ask, while rubbing my eyes trying to wake up.

"Baby just hug me." He says, between tears.

I pull him away from me.

"Michael, what's wrong?" I asked concerned.

He wipes away his tears. "I got news today that my grandma died." He says burying his face in his hands.

"Awe baby." I say pulling him into my arms.

"I'm so sorry." I say rubbing his back.

He wraps his long arms around me tighter.
"I'm so happy you're here." He says kissing my cheek and my shoulder resting his head on it.

"I love you Michael and I'll do anything for you." I say smiling.

"I love you baby." He says pulling himself off of me.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask. "If you want to be alone I can help with that, or if you want to sit around I can be your personal maid." I say giving him a funny smile.

"No. I want you to be next me." He says chuckling. Showing his bright smile.

"I love your smile." I say smiling.

"I love yours more." He says blushing.

"Come here." I say motioning Michael into my arms and he lays there for the rest of the day.