As you headed off to work, exhaustion weighed heavily on you. Your legs protested each step, aching from the strain of long hours at the office. Despite the fatigue, you drove towards Neverland, relieved to see the gates open upon your arrival.
Parking the car in its designated spot, you approached the imposing wooden door, struggling to turn the knob as you limped inside.
"Y/N? What's happened to you?" Your husband Michael's voice carried concern as he noticed your condition.
"It's nothing, love. Just worn out from work. I need some rest, but don't worry, I've eaten," you reassured him weakly, allowing him to guide you upstairs and onto the plush comfort of the bed.
"I love your bed," you murmured, nuzzling into his pillow and inhaling his scent, eliciting a blush from him.
"Our bed, darling," he corrected with a playful giggle.
"You always manage to push me off when we sleep. You practically own the entire thing, while I end up on the floor. Pretty unfair, don't you think?" he teased, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Did I really do that?"
He chuckled, raising his hands in a gesture of honesty. "Yes, you did. Can't you see I'm serious? I promise I'm not making it up."
"Alright, alright!" you laughed, surrendering to his playful banter.
"I just love your scent, okay? Don't judge!" you pouted in mock defense.
"Take all the time you need to rest. I'll be downstairs. Call me if you need anything, my love," he winked, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before leaving the room.
To be continued......
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Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)
Fanfiction⚠️Grammatical Errors Fixed⚠️ (2017 book re-imagined) Short stories between you and Michael. Scenes are revised and additional chapters are published.
