Unconditionally

20- Epilogue: 5 years later...

Vanessa

The year.

Is 2022.

I am now 23 years old. With my husband Michael Jackson who is 24.

I'm pregnant. Yes I'm pregnant.
I've always wanted to be a mom. Just not as quickly as I had originally planned. But that's okay.

I waddle through the kitchen as I place the pan on the stove.

"I'm home!" I hear Michael call as he enters the house. "Welcome home!" I call back.

Michael comes into the kitchen and places his case on the table and then comes over to kiss me and then my stomach. As he did everyday.

I still can't believe that everyday I live. I am not married and MADLY in love with my high school bully.

I guess love plays tricks on you.
Lets take a look at everyone shall we?

Janet. Michaels sister has gotten married and became a singer. Michael always suspected that she had talent. She just never seemed to think she had any.

Jermaine and the brothers got in touch with their father. Michael didn't want anything to do with his father because he had abused him. I guess things just don't change.

His father is now in rehab for being an alcoholic. He's getting help and I'm happy for him.

As for Camille....
She actually turned out to be a nice girl.
Janet had told us what threats Camille had made to her. But she was only 16.
Her parents had finally decided on a divorce as the best option. Not only for them but for Camilles well being.
She's now 22 years old and is attending Harvard university for becoming a lawyer. Smart little cookie isn't she?

As for me.

I wrap my hands around Michaels neck as I pull him into a passionate kiss in our kitchen.

"I love you." I say.
He smiles and bites his lip as he did when we first met.

"Don't do. that." I giggle.

"Do what?" He asks smiling. "That thing with your lip." I giggle.
He grabs my hips and pulls my front to his.

"Why? I know you like it." He smiles kissing my lips.

"I know but it reminds me of high school." I grunt.

"You know why I loved high school?" He asks.

"Because your graduated?" I question. He shakes his head and rests his forehead against mine.

"It's because I met you." He smiles.

I kiss him softly and whisper-"I guess some things are meant to be."

He nods against my forehead.
"Yes."
He places his a hand on my stomach.

"Yes it is."