Book 3 : Smooth Yet Dangerous Michael Jackson Fan Fic

Distances

As I laid in bed with Michael and our babies I couldn't help but enjoy these small moments. The kids weren't screaming or running around every where,  me & Michael werent fighting. Peaceful,  everything was just peaceful. After our last night in Brooklyn I put a distance between Michael and Me. He's really used these last couple days to spend time with the kids. The kids have taken our divorce a little better which is good. The thought of Michael and mines conversation last night haunted me though.

*Last Night*
"We're not going through with this divorce." He stated as we stood in the kitchen cleaning up after we put the kids to bed. "Yes we are. I thought we went over this already. Why are you going backwards now?" I asked a bit frustrated. "Because when I kiss you, you kiss me back, when we have sex you're  still passionate. You still depend on me for emotional support, especially the whole time we were in Brooklyn." He said like it was obvious. I put the towel I had in my hand away, turning to him as he stood on the other side of the island in the kitchen. "I still love you but-" "Then why do you still want to go through with this divorce?! I told you I will make major changes to my career, I've showed progress! I'm trying so hard and why isn't it enough?" He hollered hurt. "Because you only change when something has effected you! I needed you and you weren't there. You cheated on me. You don't tell me anything, I have no idea about anything in your career. This whole thing of you living this double life and you only being here when it's convenient for you....i.... I just can't do it. I tried so hard for our marriage and it wasn't enough. Now you know a quarter of the pain you've put me through. Times it by 10, imagine that." I told him mad. He took a deep breath, "I don't like bringing my work home. I like keeping it separate. We've caused eachother an equal amount of pain." He said pointing at me. I rolled my eyes, "what pain have I caused you?" I asked uninterested. "Hmmm how about this divorce or keeping my daughter from me for a year! Or making Aubrey mad at me. Or when you took that doctors number after Harmony was born." He hollered. "See, all we do is hurt eachother so this divorce is just for the best." I spat. It was silent. I could see Michael trying to control his temper. I made my way out of the kitchen till his voice stopped me, " You go through with this divorce and we are done forever. I will not take you back. You want me to be just a baby daddy to you then that's what i'll be." He said. I stood there for a second then kept on my way.

*Back to present*

Aubrey laid between Michael and I as Harmony laid on top of him and Ben was at the bottom of the bed. I brushed Aubreys hair back, she groaned turning towards me burying her head in my chest. Michael then rolled over, putting harmony on the bed. "She's the worse to sleep with." He mumbled, making me giggle. "Aubrey is a good cuddler." I said. "Give her to me." He said tired. "What do you mean, I can't lift her up." I giggled. He sat up tired. He gave harmony to me, making her whine in her sleep and pulled Aubrey to him. "There we go." He groaned then going back to sleep. "Daddy." Harmony started cry. He huffed. We had to rearrange the whole bed so that she'd stop crying. Luckily we have a huge bed. Ben got restless and went to his own bed. We basically ended up how we were before. I laid there, on my side finally going to sleep till I felt his hand grab my side.

I woke up to no kids and just Michael. He looked so restless. I shook him a bit, "Where are the kids?" I asked groggy.  He huffed, "They went to their beds. They said I was tossing too much." He said trying to go back to sleep. It was 4am, "What's wrong?" I asked in hope he would open up. He took a breath trying to wake up, "I don't want to go." he mumbles. "The more I'm gone, the more you'll move forward with the divorce. It'll make it easier for you." He said. I kept quiet because it's true. "Michael.... i...." I couldn't even find the right words. "Exactly. You know it's true." He said. He sat up and used the bathroom. I sat up also, when he can't sleep neither can I. My legs dangled off the edge of the bed. He came out of the bathroom, "I guess I'll sleep on my flight." He said irritated. That was like a knife in my heart, him leaving was hard. The realisation of him leaving really just hit. I couldn't help the tears. He laid down, "are you gonna lay back down?" He asked. Once he realized I haven't answered he looked up and saw me wipping my tears. "Why are you crying?" He asked concerned getting back up and coming to me. He asked me again as he held my face. "I... I don't want you to go. I want you stay home." I cried harder.  "I wish I could." He said kissing my head. "This is the last time I'll have to do this." He said. I scoffed, "I've heard that one before." I said. He let out a sigh, "This tour is the worse thing that's happen to us." He admitted. I nodded. "Come on, let's lay down." He said softly. I nodded laying down as he crawled back into bed, and cuddled me. I laid my head on his chest.