Michael Jackson Imagines

He's shy in the relationship

Michael and I had been dating for quite some time, but sometimes it seemed like we weren't even together. He's the sweetest man in the world and don't get me wrong everything he did was amazing but he was extremely shy. As was I. Sometimes I couldn't even get him to say two words to me.

Today was the day that I do all of the talking. Today I was going to get Michael to talk to me. I began to search all around the house for Michael looking to see where he could possibly be. I see prince and Paris walking around the home as if they are in search for him too.

"Have you guys seen your father?" I ask, they both shake their heads no. "We were looking for him too." Paris adds. Me and the children then begin to look all over for him. Prince walks into the library to see Michael reading to Blanket. Paris and prince go to jump on the couch and Michael screams. "You guys can't just scare people like that, I almost died." Michael says laughing. I just sit in the door entrance and watch him interact with his kids.

"Daddy what book are you reading?" Prince asked. "The jungle book." Michael replies back in a sort of tell a story way. "Can we listen too." Paris asked. He nods his head. "Of course you can listen. I love telling stories to you guys." I smile at how Paris and Princes face began to glow once he said they could listen.

Michael began to read. "His name is Mowgli, and I'm taking him back to the man village." Michael said in a flat tone, then he continued on by saying. "Man village? They'll ruin him! They'll make a man out of him!" He said in a taut voice. The kids began to laugh, I began to laugh too. I guess he didn't see me standing there because as soon as I laughed he looked up faster than the speed of light.

He looked very hesitant as if he wanted to say something but nothing came out. I walk from the door and then I saunter over to the couch and plop down on the couch. "Hey Michael." I say in a wobbly tone. He just looks at me and gives me a nervous smile. "Kids maybe you should go and play." He says in a tone less manner. The kids then scatter off leaving Michael, myself and baby blanket.

"I was looking for you." I say nervously. "Oh." He says dabbling with his fingers. I look at him with a pleasing look on my face. He really doesn't get that I want to talk to him. "Michael." I say in a soft-spoken voice. He looks at me with a set face. "Hmmm." "Am I doing something wrong?" He gives me a shocked look as he embraced my arm. "Y/n, baby, why would you think that your doing anything wrong?" I give him a doleful look then say nothing. "Y/n, please talk to me. Please." He pleads.

"We never talk, ever and sometimes I feel like it's because you aren't happy with me. Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible, your an amazing person, super amazing but why is it that when I try to talk to you, you don't say anything back." He snickers at my comment. I look at him astonished at the fact that he even laughed at me. "What's so funny?" He then tightly wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. "You remember that I'm shy right?" I nod my head and look deeply in to his eyes. "You know that I love you, I really do and I don't want you too feel like you have to fight to get my attention."

"It's not that I'm fighting for attention it's just I don't want to be aggravating to you." I then stare off into space. He turns my head towards his. "Baby, have I really been making you feel like this?" He looks at me as if he wants an answer but I don't have the guts to confirm his worries. "Y/n I'm really sorry." His voice begins to sound rather thick. I look over at him and see a single tear drop rushes down his dark brown eye. I quickly wipe it away and kiss his lips.

"Michael I didn't mean to make you upset, I just wanted to tell you how I felt. Please don't cry." I then fully wrap my arms around him. "Don't leave me please." He finally responds. As I was about to open my mouth to say something he continued on. "Y/n   I love you, I know that I'm messing up and well quite frankly I'm still getting used to all this boyfriend stuff. Relationships are way harder than raising kids...or at least they are to me. You've been standing by me for quite some time and well I know that I'm shy and I promise I'm working on it. I just can't let you leave me, I don't want to loose you. I love the feeling of waking up to you every morning, the fact that I know that I get to come home to see you is what makes me happiest, I love everything you do. I love you, and well if you love me too then, well you'll stay with me." I smile at him and kiss his lips passionately.

After that day, that faithful day Michael and I began to communicate so much that the kids would leave every time we came into the same room.