❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Heartbreak Hotel(Bad Era)-Part Two♥

Five months later.

You sit comfortably on your bed as you bury your head in your thick novel. One hand is gently rubbing your growing tummy whilst the other his holding the book.

"Hey beautiful," Lincoln walks in as he kisses your cheek and you smile.

"Hi," you blush a little as you mark your page and put the book down.

Ever since that evening, you never heard from Michael - he hadn't even bothered to try to find you. The two of you were still married by law but from your perspective, you were complete strangers. You'd grown extremely close to Lincoln and decided that it wouldn't hurt to move on - especially since the man you'd previously been madly in love with... didn't want you.

Lincoln was a very loving man and always made an effort to protect you - a quality he'd possessed ever since he was hired as your bodyguard. The two of you had moved into his house after your separation from Michael and that's how your relationship blossomed. 

Despite the fact that the baby growing in your stomach was Michael's, Lincoln was more than willing to love it like his own, simply because he loved you. You were very easy to fall in love with and very hard to forget - and that's why Lincoln fell so hard for you.

After you'd left Michael, Lincoln had resigned so that he could dedicate his time to you without it being unethical.

"How is the baby doing?" he asks with soft eyes as he rubs your stomach gently.

You sigh as you look down at your swollen tummy. "Fine, I guess," you smile softly because you love this child so much. "I can't wait to see him,"

"Who said it was going to be a boy?" he chuckles deeply and you raise an eyebrow sarcastically.

"Me," you retort playfully.

Lincoln laughs as he grabs his black coat and throws it on. "I have to get to work...I'll try to be back early," he smiles as he kisses you and leaves.

Lincoln had been hired as a bodyguard - again- but for another prestigious singer, namely, Whitney Houston. 

"Well," you sigh as you get off the bed. "Baby," you look down at your baby bump. "it's just you and me...what shall we do?" you ponder as you pace slowly around the room.

Your eyes brighten up as you realize there is something you'd like to do.

"Baby! Let's go get some DVD's!" you exclaim to yourself as you rush off to get ready then leave the house.

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"Hmm," you rest your finger on your chin as you stand in front of the large collection of DVD cases, wondering which ones you'd like to watch. "Definitely not horror," you whisper to yourself.

Suddenly you see a group of people gathered outside the shop, basically breaking in and you frown in confusion as you look at the other shocked souls in the store.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave the store," a loud male voice announces and you instantly recognize the man.

"Henry," you whisper as your eyes widen.

Henry had been in Michael's security team. You begin to walk slowly along with the crowd when Henry spots you and looks at you sympathetically - he clearly doesn't recognize you.

Obviously your physical appearance has changed. Your hair is much longer and you'd dyed it a lighter shade of brown. Your bangs are now swept to the side so you look a little different.

"Oh..ma'am...you're pregnant," Henry states the obvious and you roll your eyes.

"Yes sir, I am," you respond.

"You can stay...I'm sorry to trouble you," you frown at his words.

"What is going-"

You stop when you see a few men walking in with another man behind them. This man is someone you instantly recognize. You didn't even need to figure it out. Wearing a red button up shirt and black trousers...he stood out.

Michael Jackson.

"Yes, ma'am...we had to vacate the store for Mr. Jackson," he smiles politely. "But you're pregnant...what harm can you cause?" he poses as more of a rhetorical question before he walks away.

You scoff and choose to ignore the small commotion in the store. You're in an enclosed DVD store with your estranged husband and his security and he hasn't even noticed you yet.

This day could not get any worse. You think to yourself as you rub your stomach.

You continue to browse around the store, making sure to dodge Michael and his security whenever they came around you. 

When you're finally convinced that he's far away from the comedy aisle, you rush toward it in an attempt to quickly pick out your movies then leave. Your plans however - like always- never go accordingly.

Just as you look back, you bump into a tall figure and this startles you.

"Oh my God!" you rest your hands on the man's chest as a natural reflex to keep him from pushing you over. 

Your expression changes once you realize whom you've run into. 

"(Y/N)..." his eyes are wide as he scans you up and down.

You immediately step away from him and adjust your dress. "Sorry," you mutter as you turn around and walk away. Before you can get far enough, a large hand grips your left arm and pulls you back around. You stare angrily at Michael as he begins to say something but stops when he spots a ring on your fourth finger - which isn't his.

"Like I said," you clear your throat. "Sorry," you sigh as you walk away.

Lincoln had given you a ring as a symbol of his love for you even though the two of you weren't married. You'd kept Michael's ring hidden away because no matter how much you tried - you could never quite forget him completely.

"Wait.." he trails off and you keep on walking.

He catches up to you and blocks your path as he stands in front of you. His eyes fall to your stomach and his expression softens drastically.

"(Y/N)," he begins but you cut him off.

"Look Mr. Jackson," he flinches at your coldness toward him. "I said I was sorry for bumping into you...now if you'll excuse me; I have somewhere to be," you avoid his gaze the whole time.

"At least let me explain..." he swallows nervously.

"I said excuse me," you state harshly and his breath hitches.

"Please don't ....don't do that," he mutters softly and you continue to avoid his gaze.

"If you won't move aside, I'll report you for harassment," you grit your teeth. "Now move,"

"(Y/N)..." his voice cracks.

"Listen here!" you snap as you pull him toward you by his collar, your face inches away from his. "I don't care about what you might have to say or what you do. You chose your path and I went along mine...okay? I'm having a baby and the last thing I need is some immature man who doesn't know anything about loyalty trying to explain himself for something he did five months ago! Hear me when I say I don't ever want to see you again...got it?" you push him back as you rush out of the store, leaving behind the movies you so wanted to see.

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Hehe.

Why do I get the feeling that sucked? (again)
Annnywaaayss....I hope you enjoyed either way and do feel free to leave a comment or a message because I always do appreciate it!🌈

Keep dreaming and keep being you!🦄

Peace!
Love, Flower🌸

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