With Michael

Chapter 68 - The Party

29th of August, 2008
Brooklyn and Janet are 42, and Michael is 50

Michael: "You really expect me to believe you didn't plan anything for my 50th birthday?" I asked Brooklyn as we walked to the car that waited for us.

She shrugged, taking a seat inside the car.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL!" some fans who saw us yelled.

I blew them a kiss and got into the car as well.

I leaned back on the leather seat, exhausted from the shopping spree my wife decided to drag me to.

"I have to go meet Beyoncé in an hour, so do you want to grab something to eat?" she said, typing something in her phone.

"Sure." I mumbled, a bit disappointed that she had to work on my birthday.

Over the past few years, she's been asked to choreograph almost every dance music video of these new young artists.

So Brooke's been pretty much busy. Almost as busy as I was.

I guess it was only fair for her, since I put our lives on hold. After the second allegations, I had to escape somewhere.

Brooke agreed to travel around the world with me, so we took the kids and left the country for almost two years.

If that wasn't enough, I had to give up our home. Neverland didn't feel safe anymore for me. My wife was very understandable about that, and we moved to LA.

I took a break from work; since Brooke was busy, I spent time with our for children.

We had another baby. Prince Michael Jackson II, aka Blanket. He was born in 2002. After him, it was a mutual decision to stop with the babies.

I couldn't ask for more. I had a beautiful family, along with a very much needed break.

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Helen greeted me when I walked into the house.

Almost the entire staff at Neverland came with us to our new home, and I was grateful for it. They never seemed to let us down.

"Would you like anything to eat, sir? I could go tell Ronda to make a very special lunch for a very special birthday boy." Helen giggled.

"No, thank you. Brooke and I ate before I came here. Are the kids home?" I said.

"Yes, they just got back from school. I think they're all watching TV upstairs."

I gave her a hug, and she wished me a happy birthday, then I made my way up the stairs.

"Hey, dad." Prince said, waving. He then returned to the video game he, Kamron, and Blanket were deeply into.

'Hey, dad'? That's it?

"Where's Paris?" I questioned.

"She went into her room." Kammy mumbled, still focusing on the screen.

I sighed, and went into Paris's room to find her making something.

"Daddy!" she yelled. "Happy birthday!"

She attacked me in a bone crushing hug. When we pulled away, she put a birthday card in my hand.

"I made this for you."

I chuckled. "Thank you, Princess. Did you have a good day at school?"