❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Photograph(All throughout the Eras)♥

A/N: Yes, please do listen to the audio provided above for....as they say, effect. 

Hope ya enjoy :)

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20th June, 1988

"(Y/N)! Look here!" Michael giggles lightly as he records you with a camera while you hold your newborn baby, Ameerah, in your arms.

"Michael!" you exclaim quietly. "She's sleeping, don't wake her up," you stare him down with stern eyes and he giggles.

"Come on! I just needed to get a shot of my two princesses," he winks and you shake your head at his extremely playful nature.

"Michael..." you say quietly. "I swear to God..if you wake Ameerah up...I will murder you," 

He covers his mouth with one hand as he giggles silently, holding the camera in his other.

"Did you know that you look even more beautiful now that you're a mother?" he raises an eyebrow and you huff.

"Michael...stop being annoying," you shake your head lightly as you eye your little angel, swaddled in a warm blanket - securely cuddled in your arms.

"I'm just saying!" he bursts into a giggle and Ameerah begins to move awkwardly in your arms.

"Oh no.." his eyes widen. "Oh no...Ameerah," he says as he looks at your angel lovingly. "I'm so sorry," he says quietly to her as he gently caresses her tiny face.

Ameerah begins to cry softly and you look up at Michael.

Michael gulps nervously and you squint.

"I swear...once I get her to sleep again...I will murder you,"

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January 1st, 1990

"Awww the two of you look so cute," you giggle as you hold the camera up, recording your loving husband as he plays with Ameerah on the floor.

"Ameerah," he says softly, holding his hand out to her.

She looks at him for a moment before looking over to you. 

"Well well well," you giggle from behind the camera. "Ameerah doesn't like daddy, does she?" you look at Ameerah and you hear Michael scoff.

"Yeah, right," he rolls his eyes as he picks Ameerah up gently, setting her on his lap. "She's daddy's girl...isn't she?" he looks at her with pure adoration and you can't help but smile widely.

"Doubt it," you mutter, however, loud enough for him to hear.

Michael looks up at you with a playful smirk on his face. 

"Admit it (Y/N)," he winks. "Ameerah loves me more,"

"No way," you giggle, still holding the camera. "She loves me. Remember, when I first gave birth to her....you said she looked just like me?" you raise an eyebrow. "That's a sign,"

"That's real cute," he comments sarcastically. "But no way," his eyes move to Ameerah as he sees her begin to crawl away from him. 

"Aha! Yes way," you motion to the way Ameerah's crawling away from him. 

"No!" Michael waves his hand in an exaggerated manner. "Baby girl....I thought we had something!" he looks at Ameerah dramatically and she just turns around to stare at him with wide eyes.