❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

∴♡Past Selves(This Is It/ All Throughout The Eras)♡∴

As Mikayla lays on Michael's lap on the large sofa of their majestic living room, her husband's large hands stroke her enchanting locks whilst she listens to his steady breathing.

The magical early evening air blows gently through the room, the feeling that it evokes within the couple - simply inexplicable. The feeling is slightly nostalgic but...in a sweet sense.

It makes their hearts come alive.

Moments like these were the sort that were priceless for both Michael and Mikayla. It was as if the wonderfully shaded lilac sky served as a canvas for intricate thoughts - the kind that were in dire need of expression.

"The children are sleeping right?" Michael hums suddenly, his gentle tone breaking the peaceful silence.

"Yep," Mikayla giggles, continuing to stare out into the lilac sky - referring to her two wonderful daughters, who happened to be fast asleep in their rooms.

"These moments are what I live for baby," he coos lightly, continuing to stroke her hair. "Moments with you and appreciating the fact that you've given me such priceless treasures," he chuckles softly.

"Stop!" Mikayla squeals subtly. "You're making me blush," she smiles widely.

"I can think of several other ways to make you blush...don't make me pick the least child friendly one.." he frowns slightly, a mischievous spark coming alive in his beautiful eyes.

"Shut up!" Mikayla responds playfully, hitting his chest gently as Michael chuckles in response.

"Well maybe you should-"

Michael is cut off rather instantaneously by a thunderous sound, the source of the interruption being rather unidentifiable. Mikayla's large eyes go even wider as a strange light seems to approach them, a loud ringing following soon after.

"What the hell?!" Mikayla exclaims, bringing her hands up to her ears. "What's going?!" she scrunches her face up.

"I don't-"

Michael is unfortunately, cut off once again as the two of them become engulfed by the strange light.

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"What - where are we?!" Mikayla shrieks slightly as both herself and Michael find their standing in a rather...cozy appearing apartment.

"I don't know..." Michael furrows his eyebrows, pulling Mikayla closer to him in case of any danger. "But..." he trails off as his eyes trail off toward a framed painting - hung up on a wall near the kitchen area.

"Is that..." Mikayla trails off with frightened eyes. "That can't be...we-"

"Catch me!" a familiar female voice attracts both Mikayla and Michael's attention and the two gasp upon seeing the pair of people frolicking around before them.

The pair before them are versions of the couple during Michael's 'Thriller' era - back when the two of them had first moved in together. The painting was one of both Mikayla and Michael's hand prints - framed and hung up to mark their togetherness in their first home together.

Now...the two of them were standing in front of themselves - their past selves now very attentive to their... present selves.

"Um..." Mikayla's'Thriller' self says with a slight frown. 

"Um is right," Thriller Michael mutters in slight confusion. 

"You're...us?" Michael raises an eyebrow, making Mikayla's Thriller self release a slight chuckle.