Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Wedding Ring and Necklace

Whitney POV

I was in the attic looking throw boxes of old things. They brought back so much memories! They letters Mikey wrote me when he was on tour, the photos of us, baby pictures, books, jewelry, paintings...and so much more.

I picked up a picture of me when I was five. I had just taken a bath and I was half asleep. I looked so peaceful. No worries. I stared at it for a long time. I felt a hand on my shoulder and chuckling.

"Hi, babe." I said.

He sat down in front of me, criss crossed, and took the picture from me. He looked at it for a minute and laughed.

"You're so cute." He kept looking at it. "And stress free."

"Compared to know." I groaned. "Making albums, tours, concerts, interviews, and out of all things I didn't have to worry about carrying a baby for nine months!"

He looked up at me, in sorrow. I just stared back. What did I say? I thought. All I listed were the things I didn't have to worry about when I was younger. But then I realized how I said the last part. I gasped and covered my mouth.

"Baby, I'm so sorry-" I began and touched his leg.

He started skimming through one of the boxes, not speaking. I realized that I hurt him. How could I be so stupid?! I couldn't take that back. I couldn't make it up to him. If I tried to talk to him right now he probably ignore me and get annoyed. Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely excited and happy that I'm carrying his seed. I didn't mean it the way he's taking it. I sighed and put my hands to my head.

"Nippy?" Michael said quietly.

"Yeah?" I looked at him.

He was holding a blue long box that was fit for a necklace. What does that have to do with me? I know where all of my jewelry is. Especially the ones Michael gave me. I remembered what's in that box. A beautiful whit good chain with a blue butterfly pendent.

"Where's your necklace?" He asked, annoyed.

"In the box. Stop asking rhetorical questions." I said.

"It actually isn't!" He slid the box to me.

I reached my hand out and took it. I opened the box and shook it upside down. I felt anxiety rush over me. That necklace was costumed made and cost a lot. I knew it was somewhere in the box he was going through.

"It's probably-" I began.

"No it's not!" He interrupted me. "I went through the whole box! Where is the necklace."

"I don't know. Calm down. I'll find it." I said.

"Whitney, besides your wedding ring that piece of jewelry cost more that any other of your jewel collection." He said sternly.

"I'm sorry." I held my hands up.

He turned back around and when I was lowering my hands he grabbed my left one and gasped in rage, sorrow, and fear.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I tried to withdraw my hand but he held on tight.

"Where's your wedding ring?" He pointed to the finger that usually claimed my ring.

"I think I left it downstairs." I said nonchalantly.

"Strike three!" He clapped. "First you talk about our child, then you loose a very expensive necklace, and now you can't find your wedding ring?!"

"I'll find it." I assured him. "It's probably in the bathroom, kitchen or bedroom."

"I can replace the necklace but I can't replace a ring that was given to you to commit ourselves to one another and spend the rest of our life together. You don't care?"

"Of course I do." I said getting up.

I started walking down the stairs. He followed nagging me about dumb things. I walked into the bathroom and searched for it.

"I doubt that's it's in here." He folded his arms and stood in the doorway.

I pushed past him and quickly walked to the bedroom. I spotted it a mile away. It was shining on the window seal. The sun was beaming on it causing it to shine bright. I walked over to it and put it on.

"I found it!" I yelled to shut his mumbling up. I put my hand in his face to show him proof.

"Well, that's great. I'm surprised!" He said sarcastically.

"Why are you acting like this?!" I yell.

"I told you upstairs. The things you been doing lately is really hurtful. Even if you are pregnant you can still be my wife." He suddenly got calm.

"I'm sorry, Mikey." I gave him a puppy dog face.

"Nope." He turned his head. "It's not gonna work this time."

I walked closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He peeked at me and sighed.

"I forgive you." He gave in. "Stop looking at me with the puppy face. You know I'm a softy on that."

"I know. That's why I do it." I laughed and kissed him.

It amazed me how me and Mikey could get into an argument and then in a few minutes we act as if nothing happened. I guess that's love. I can't stay mad at him. He's so sweet and gentle and gorgeous. Everything about him was perfect.

"Pepsi Shake?" I asked, breaking away from the kiss.

"Again?" He groaned. "That's all you drink!"

"Please." I gave him another unnecessary puppy look.

He looked at me and I could see in his eyes he was fight against my eyes. He finally chuckled and pulled me with him out the bed room doors.

-Sorry if it's not as good as the others .... I have a strep throat and I'm tired .... I know it's short but I've been trying to complete it all day ... 😩😔😣 .... And the reason why is because I'm forced to eat jello and drink apple juice .... I can't even drink a Pepsi Shake! 😞😡 .... That's torture !

-I'll update tomorrow ....

"ChunkyMonkey! 🙊