Spirit Of The Rhythm♚ Book 1

Chapter 21♚

*Michael's Point Of View *

home is where the heart is and well my heart resides in my children,it is evenly divided between my two number one pride and joy, So as soon as the plane landed, I rushed into the car making Mark drive really fast to Neverland, I miss my babies, when we I arrived I wasted no time getting out and into the adjacent gates of my home, once through the gates I jogged inside only stopping to catch a little breath,

once I caught my breath just  in the Nick of time my two main reason's I live come running downstairs calling my name well shouting daddy, I giving them the most loving smile, they both hug my neck as I invoice my arms around their little waists they squeal as I pull away tickling them, the rest of the afternoon was filled with I love you's I missed you's and even grave details of adventure with grandma, and all I could do was smile and return with some story of adventure of my own, then after a nice hot bath for them and shower forgot me were all resided in my bed for the most rewarding sweetest sleep ever, I woke up the next morning with a tiny hand in my mouth, it was Paris, I forgot she moves and fiddles her hands alot when she sleeps, I remove her hand gently and dried it a bit because my saliva remained a bit, Prince was ON the bottom of the before with his foot in Paris face sucking on his thumb, I smile at them, I quietly shift away to The edge of the bed so I could easily slid our without disturbing them,

I stretch and yawn silently,

I then go to the bathroom to freshen up, I walked out and still saw them sleeping, I go quietly to my closet,trying to find something to wear, I find my simple usual outfit, white V-neck Black slacks white socks and black loafers, I go to my drawers And pull out a pair of my Calvin Klein boxer briefs And walked back into bathroom glancing at my still sleeping kid's, I take a quick shower just in case they wake up, I take a quick glance at myself in mirror, I might as well have a phobia of mirror's, because I hate looking at them, I walk out, And see a yawning Paris and a stumbling Prince, I laugh they are so cute when they wake up, Morning sunshines!, I said picking update Paris And then Prince only to quickly set them back down,

they are getting heavy, or I'm getting old and weak,

"morning ",they said I'm bubbly unison, I smile

go get dressed and MsLinda will help ok?, they nod, and run out happily, I sit back down looking at my answering machine, same people called or lift message or both, Sony, Latoya,Mother, and Lisa?, I don't know why she wants contact now after all those years of ignoring me, but I'm closing my window of vulnerability for all who could give a damn about me, that's right Michael Joseph Jackson is no longer taking crap from anyone, I huff proudly to myself, and walked downstairs, nobody, I said aloud to myself...

....To Be Continued...