A Selfish Kind Of Love

Oprah

~Michael's POV

"Mike, wake up. We're here." Frank says shaking my shoulder. I grunt lowly, lifting my head from the window. We sat outside the school I attended for the first 5 years of my life in Gary, Indiana. This was the last of my stops before I went back home to California and was reunited with my girls.

Karen fixed my makeup quickly before I exited my limo to a sea of fans screaming loudly for my attention. I give a quick wave and smile, my tired eyes hiding behind my tinted sunglasses. I met with the principal of the school, shaking his hand, and hop onstage of the auditorium to more screaming kids.

"I have the honor of introducing this school's greatest accomplishment, Michael Jackson. We are so excited to have you here and we want to honor you by naming this auditorium after you. " the principle smiles. I nod my head politely, I was not excited to speak but I knew I had too.

"Thank you all. Thank you Principle Thomas. It's a tremendous honor to have this happen. I want you all to remember that this is always possible for you. If you follow your dreams and never take no as an answer you're capable to do anything you put your mind to. Study the greats and become greater. Remember that, and you'll go farther than you could ever dream. I love you so much and thank you again." I blow a kiss to the audience before heading back to the limo.

I yawn again, Frank was running me ragged. I felt my eyes fade off again until we reached the airport to go home.

***

I lay next to Rayne quietly to not wake her or Camille. Ever since Rayne had the baby, she'd become a soft sleeper so she woke up almost immediately. "Welcome home." She mumbles, curling into her pillow. I lay a small kiss on her forehead before practically passing out for the night, feeling her arm wrap around me.

I had a few weeks off before rehearsal for the tour started and my next mission was to convince Rayne that the best thing was for Camille and her to come on tour with me. I wasn't getting anywhere.

"I really don't know Mike, she's only a few months old and the different time zones are gonna kill the both of us. I mean I'm gonna be the one taking care of her." Rayne says, giving her a bottle.

"I'm going to help out when I can Ray, it's not like I won't.." I fold my arms.

She narrows her eyes at me, "you're gonna be so tired from your concert, I wouldn't even expect you to be able to help. That's why I think it's better for Camille and I to stay home. We'll go on your next tour."

"But 2 years is a long time.. I don't wanna miss her first birthday, her first steps, her first words. If I leave her like this and come back 2 years later, she's gonna be walking and talking."

She gives a deep sigh, "I don't know Michael.. I just don't think it's the time." She hands Camille over to me and I stare into her big brown eyes.

"I can't miss seeing you grow up.. I've gotta convince mommy it'll be ok." I rock her as she giggles in my arms.

"I don't want you to miss any of her milestones either. I just think she's too young. We'll see how things go with your rehearsals and maybe I'll change my mind." Rayne says sweetly. I was so in awe of my daughter, I kept thinking "we created this, how could we create something so perfect" As she held my finger in her little hand.

***

"Frank I don't know, live?" I wince over the phone. "Michael this will be perfect, you can dispel all the rumors about you, you can promote your book Moonwalk, and you can talk about performing at the Super Bowl, and your tour." Frank says, trying to convince me to have an hour and a half long live interview with Oprah. I groan a little, I was so tired of interviews. These few weeks I had to myself I wanted to rest and take care of my child.