❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

:♡The Crash♡:

Note: This was a request from my friend. Her name isn't showing up on my phone but her username is Juicy Pussy 😂
Girl, I'm sorry I couldn't put the song. I messed up.

Lots of love!
Enjoy!

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Sarah walks into the bedroom that both her husband and herself share, letting out a sigh as she sets her bag down.

The day had been extremely stressful, and the fact that worked tirelessly as a book editor for a major company, made things ten times worse than they should've been.

Now, her husband, our very own - Michael Jackson - was equally as busy. In fact, they'd hardly ever seen each other for the past six months, simply because work kept them too occupied for the good of anyone.

Michael and Sarah shared a very special bond. Despite constantly being separated, not once did they betray one another. Faithfulness and trust were the two things that made the duo what they were.

Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, Sarah had been released early from work for the first time in ages.

There was a pending storm so their manager had decided to send the staff home early - just in case of the natural disaster playing out.

At the back of Sarah's mind, she knew that Michael would be home. After all, it was his day off.

They'd finally get some time together.

She would surprise him.

Letting out a sigh, Sarah sees that the bedroom is empty. Maybe Michael went into the studio.

Typical.

She walks to the large dresser, carefully observing her form in the mirror.

She had lost a lot of weight and her suit was now hanging on her. Before, it would hug her curves perfectly.

In fact, before, eating a large lunch would've been a risk considering how hugging her top would be.

And now, it was as if she'd bought the top several sizes too big.

The eye bags under her eyes indicate her severe lack of sleep, making her sigh as she attempts to fluff her hair out.

"Hey baby," Michael's soft voice startles her a little as she turns her head to look at her husband, leaning against the door frame.

"Hey," Sarah smiles.

"You're home early," Michael tries to mask his excitement.

"Yes," Sarah giggles, walking up to him. "Call it a miracle of the storm," she laughs as he brings his large hands around her waist.

"I missed you," he whispers, leaning his forehead against hers with a smile. "You look so beautiful,"

"Yeah right," she mumbles. "I look so drained,"

"You're still beautiful to me," he responds. "Always have been and always will be,"

"Romeo should've joined the drama class," she teases, earning a playful eye roll from her husband.

"Trust me," he winks. "If I could've, I would've," he laughs.

"Hardy har har," Sarah laughs.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Michael lets out a breath. "We've got a photo shoot tomorrow,"

"What?" Sarah gawks.

"Yeah," he shakes his head. "For that Ebony magazine. They want the two of us,"