whatever happens » michael jackson

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[Mature era]

Giving birth was the most painful thing to endure; no exaggeration. I swear I must've slept twelve hours after that in an uncomfortable white hospital bed, and that's saying something, considering that I've never slept outside of Neverland and my house before.

When I woke up, it must've been sometime after dawn, because although the curtains were drawn back, there was a warm glow lighting up the room.

Yawning a little as I winced when I tried to stretch, I tiredly flitted my eyes towards my left, where my husband was sitting.

Now that was a sight to make any normal human being cry. There he was, with his heart-stopping smile, his pearly whites on show, huge hands holding on tight to our little baby boy. One was balancing him on his lap, while the other was stroking his tiny bronze cheek. His doe eyes were sparkling like topazes, and his entire presence was glowing with joy and love.

He began to softly sing a song I easily recognized as You Are My Life. His quiet lulling was something I could never have enough of.

I reached out with my hand to touch his thigh, and he turned to look at me with his bright grin, "I'm sorry if I woke you up," he glanced back at our son, "But I can't help it, Prince Michael is the cutest little thing I've ever seen."

His eyes met mine again, and they filled me with love like never before, "Thank you so much darling," he breathed out, bending a little with his firm grip still on Prince to kiss my forehead, "You continue to bless me every day with wonder and happiness."

I blushed under his passionate stare, and he handed him over to me. Sitting upright, I held my newborn son into place, admiring his peaceful smiling face as he rested against my chest.

"He's so beautiful Michael, he looks just like you," I sighed happily, seeing as I had two versions of one ethereal beauty.

"I don't know if that's a good thing though, babe," he joked somewhat self-consciously.

Kissing Michael's cheek sweetly, it was now his turn to become a bright red color as I mumbled, "It's the most wonderful thing."

"You know I love you so much, right?" he reassured me, as I playfully rolled my eyes.

"You better, seeing as I just had your third child."

He gestured for me to scooch over on the bed, and with that I gave him space to lay down beside me. Out of habit, I touched his beautiful ebony hair that was straightened these past couple of years. Dressed in a regal dress shirt and black vest, he couldn't possibly have looked better.

"Don't you think it's time for us to renew our wedding vows?" he asked me as he rested one hand on our son's blanket.

Shrugging, my lips turned into a smile, "Sure, why not."

"Maybe Prince Michael will attend—"

"Michael, no offense but Prince Michael is kind of a handful," he poked his tongue at my honest comment, causing me to giggle, "C'mon now, why don't we call him Blanket? We'll keep the name, but we'll call him Blanket instead at home."

He thought a little of my suggestion before nodding, "Sure thing, but why?"

"I feel like it's a symbol of love, to blanket someone, y'know?" I bit my lip, hoping that I didn't sound too stupid.

"Blanket Jackson," he mumbled to himself, before kissing my lips tenderly, "I love it. Almost as much as I love you."

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