A Selfish Kind Of Love

Bad News

~Rayne's POV

Cheers of anticipation flood the stadium as Camille and I are led to our seats by the band. I sit Camille on my lap while her head sways back and forth, probably looking for Michael. "He's coming." I reassure her. She gives me a smirk before the crowd roars loudly at the impersonator on the left and right jumbo screens.

Covering the ear muffs that covered her ears, she flinches as Michael jumps from the bottom of the stage, the explosion startling her. "Daddy!" She yells loudly, clapping her hands rapidly.

He starts his set with "Jam" and Camille screams almost as loud as the crowd.

I giggle at her, she's only 2 years old, but she was more proud of her father than I have ever been, and she didn't even realize it.

Once Michael began 'Heal The World' the audience began revealing drawings all around the stadium and Camille was in awe. "Mommy look" she said in her clearest way possible, pointing around the stadium. Her eyes were lit up as she watched Michael sing. I have to admit, there's always a magic that comes with Michael's performance, and it never gets old.

He swooped her out of my lap and walked with her into the sea of children that surrounded him. She held onto him close for a second, probably uncomfortable with being around so many people. After Michael sang to her for a while, and pointed to the jumbo screen in front of them so she could see herself, she gave a wave to the crowd. Michael blew a kiss at the audience and Camille followed, echoing his every move.

Once his song ended, I heard him giggle over the mic at her.

I met them at the bottom of the stage, a big grin on my face. "Wasn't that exciting!" Michael says to Camille hanging on to his hip. He hands her a bite of his muffin that he grabbed on his way out.

"You did amazing baby." I smile, pecking his cheek.

"Thank you." He says hugging me tightly, as we pause to pose for a stage photographer.

I hadn't realized how small he was recently, I felt his chest a little, "Mike.. Have you been eating?" I ask.

He shrugs, "when I can. I'm eating a muffin." He says, raising the muffin in my view.

"Camille ate most of that." I cross my arms.

"I'll eat once we get back to Neverland. We're going home tonight instead.. Given the 'sister' situation." He rolls his eyes. "I should probably make sure she hasn't drugged mother, or Janet hasn't lost her mind."

"I'm sure she hasn't drugged your mother." I roll my eyes.

Bill leads us to the truck, where our bags were already packed away into the car. Michael releases a long groan. "Why would mother agree to letting her live there?"

"Maybe Mrs. Jackson is just opening herself to forgiving Joseph. Something you should do.." I hint.

"Oh I don't wanna hear that. That's like me telling you to forgive your mother." He says clicking his seatbelt.

"I did forgive her. It may have been a little too late, but I did. For God's sake, I gave my daughter her middle name." I said, reassuring Camille's seat was strapped in.

"Let's just not talk about it anymore. This is my family problems.. Not yours." He looks out the window angrily.

"Fine. Your right." I lean into my seat and fold my arms. A long silence pierces between us before Michael breaks it.