Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Grace's P.O.V.

I awoke to the crackled sound of Bill's voice through the receiver hooked onto the door.

"We're home, Mike." He said.

I lifted my head to peer up at Michael, my gaze was met by his head lolled back onto the seat, a fedora over his face, although, I could still see his mouth, which was slightly hanging open, his chest lifting and dropping at a deep, rhythmic pace, he was fast asleep.

I smiled to myself, the fedora blocking out light from his eyes, his arm still firmly wrapped around me.

I reached over with minimal movement and grabbed the receiver from the door, "Okay, thank you, Bill." I whispered, not wanting to wake Mikey.

Soon though we had made our way through the grand golden gates and up the long, winding driveway until eventually we came to a stop outside the ever beautiful Neverland Mansion.

I placed a hand on Michael's chest but he didn't stir, I gently removed the fedora and lightly stroked his cheek with my thumb.

"Mike, we're home..." I whispered as his body began to wake.

Home...I thought about that word, it wasn't my home, it was Michael's, it wasn't our home, it was Michael's. I wished it was ours though.