Imagines of Michael Jackson

Middle of the Night (Dangerous era)

Michael had been in the studio all day working on new songs, so you went to sleep before he got home. You wore one of his red shirts to bed so it would feel like he was there with you. You still had a hard time falling asleep, but you finally dozed off after about an hour and a half.
*Michael's POV*
I finally got home at 2 am, exhausted from a long day of work. I knew everyone else in the house was asleep right now, so I made sure to be as quiet as possible when I got upstairs and into my bedroom. Y/n was curled up in bed wearing one of my shirts. She must have missed me a lot. I got into pajamas and got into bed next to her. I admired her for a while because she was always so adorable when she was sleeping. She was drooling on her pillow. I never told her about this because I knew she would be embarrassed, but I thought it was cute. I felt so lucky to have married such a perfect woman. Everything she did was so precious, even though she often saw herself as "awkward." She rolled over so she was now laying on her stomach. Her arms were stretched out, so I held her hand before falling asleep myself.
I woke up at 6 am the next morning even though it was my day off from recording. I had been getting up early for so long now that it had just become habit. Y/n was still asleep. I decided to surprise her since she had been working so hard taking care of everything while I was gone. Watching her sleep after being away from her most of the time recently had reminded me of how special she was to me. I wanted to make sure she knew that she was my everything. It was hard for her to see how amazing she was because of the way her mother had treated her when she was very young. I went downstairs to make breakfast for her before she woke up. I took it upstairs so she could eat it in bed. She was still sleeping when I got to our room.
I gently stroked her head. "Wake up, my queen."
Her lovely eyes opened and looked at me before looking at the food. "What is that for?"
"It's for you."
"Why?" She sat up and I thought I saw a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Because I love you."
"Please don't spoil me when I don't deserve it."
"You have been supporting me for so many years when most people haven't. You always make sure I'm taken care of, so now I'm doing the same for you. I want to treat you like the queen you are."
"What I'm doing isn't good enough and you know it," she said. That sounded just like the kind of stuff her mother had said to her long ago. It hurt me to hear her say things like that and think of how much her painful childhood had affected her.
"I wish you could see what I see when I look at you. Everything about you makes me smile, except the way you talk about yourself sometimes."
"I'm sorry, baby. I've just been feeling down lately and I don't know why."
I gave her a hug and rubbed her back. "There's no need to apologize for feeling bad. I know it's not your fault. You were hurt just like I was."
She started crying and I was regretting spending so much time in the studio instead of at home making sure she was okay.
"Would you feel better if I took the rest of the week off?" I realized that she was probably dealing with depression like she had many years ago before we got married. I needed to look after her to make sure she didn't start hurting herself like she had last time. There was no telling how long she had been feeling this way. I had been working rigorously, barely seeing her at all for the past month. "I see now that I haven't been here for you when you've needed me. I got so focused on work... I'm going to do everything I can to make up for it, starting by making sure you have a good breakfast."
After a few minutes of crying, she started eating and seemed to be enjoying the food. I was going to make sure she got back to her normal, mostly happy self.