Angel in Disguise ~ Michael Jackson

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2009

"Is he okay?" Zayden asked.

"Well, we have hope. Propofol, used to induce comas, is what he had been overdosed with. He's in a coma, but his condition isn't too good. He's still here though." The doctor smiled sincerely with us. "You've been here for about seven hours, you can leave and come visit him tomorrow."

Finally, a little bit of weight was taken off of me. Being in a coma was better than being dead, at least there was hope.

I thanked the doctor, then took my exhausted children home. The ride home was silent, as the younger four were asleep. I stopped at a Burger King and ordered them something to eat, before driving straight home.

I walked behind Amir who was carrying a sleeping Addysin into the house. She looks so much like her mother.

1986

"Oh my God... Janie, wake up! We're here! It's so beautiful..." Michael yelled, looking out the plane window.

"Ughh... Michael quiet down. Unfortunately, we're only here for a week, so I'll take you around as soon as possible."

"Welcome to The Republic of Liberia." We were greeted as soon as we stepped into the airport. You are Madame London Witherspoon?"

"Yes." I smiled, it was so nice to be back.

"Your father requested you tell me the password before I introduce myself." He smiled, knowingly.

I giggled to myself, my father was always goofy. "Rice and chicken."

Michael burst out laughing. "What was that?"

"Rice and chicken!" I laughed along with him. "Look, he made the password, not me."

The chauffeur laughed. "William Quioh, or you can call me Bill, at your services."

"Thank you Bill. I'm London, and this is my sweet little teacake of a husband, Michael."

They shook hands. "It's an honor, as I'm very familiar with both of you, how may I assist you this morning?"

"Please take us to my father's Monrovia* beach house, he's there with my cousins waiting for us."

Michael spent the whole ride pointing things out to me. Though I had already seen all of them, I pretended to be as fascinated as he was until we got to my father's house.

"Bill, I'd love if you came in to share a meal with us." I smiled at him.

"Oh no Miss London, I couldn't. I'm to be at your services."

"And how will you know what I want?"

"Well, your father is paying me to do whatever you ask."

"Great. And I'm asking you to come eat with us."

He took off his hat and followed us, smiling. My father had also hired my usual bodyguards, which sat conversing at the table in the front of the house.

"Francis, Abdullah, Titus, I've missed you." I greeted them and bowed for respect. "This is my husband, Michael."

They smiled when they saw him and started trying to reenact the moves they saw in Thriller, causing us to laugh. "We planned that we would do that." Titus chuckled. "We missed you too, Candy Girl. And we've heard lots about you from our little princess, Mr. Jackson."

"Eh, you see she's married now. She's no longer a princess, but a queen. " Francis smiled and bowed.

"Thank you gentlemen, Daddy's inside?"