Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Talking It Out

Whitney's POV

"Babe?" I said poking his chest.

We were cuddling on the bed watching a movie and drinking Pepsi shakes. I was relaxed but I can feel Michael's tension. His heart was racing as if he had just ran a marathon.

"Hm?" He said.

"What did you and your father talk about?" I asked intertwining my hand with his.

"JOSPEH, and I had a simple conversation. About knowing how to take care of a baby." He shrugged.

I knew he was lying. When Mikey lies he blinks fast. I know it's silly but thats how I know he lying.

"Michael..." I sighed.

"He brung up stupid stuff from the past." He shrugged again, looking away.

"Like?" I pressured.

"Brooke, Diana, Jeana. He talked about how my career went down when I married-" He stopped talking and cried.

"Down?" I raised my eyebrows and sat up. "Your sold record numbers hasn't decreased. Your songs didn't stop being number ones on the billboard chart. You didn't stop winning Grammys. Your concerts still get sold out. Your fan mail didn't decrease. You're still known as The King Of Pop."

I cradled his face in my hands and wiped away the tears.

"Your career didn't decrease. Pay no mind to that. And I get that those women were people that you cared about but look on the bright side." I shook him a little a smiled.

"What bright side, Whitney?" He said dully.

"You have me!" I exclaimed hoping he would smile. Unfortunately he didn't.

"I know I have you. But-" He looked at me.

"Michael?" I said an idea dawning on me.

"Yes?" He said.

"You will always have me! Have I ever stopped being there for you. Even at your worst or at your best. When you needed to talk I was there. When you need love making I was there. When you needed a friend I was there. When you needed someone's shoulder to cry on I was there!" I said.

"Yeah." He smiled a little. "I know. And I appreciate that, Whitney."

"So don't cry." I said wiping the last tears that he shed. "I will always be here."

"And I will always love you." He sang.

"Shut up." I smiled.

Even though he was talking didn't mean he was happy. I can see it in his beautiful eyes. I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair when I saw them glisten.

"Let it out." I say softly. "Go ahead. Take your time."

He was quietly crying for a long time. He would stop and then start again. What Joseph said really took a toll on my AppleHead. He didn't have to mention the women that Michael loved and they didn't return that feeling. Michael doesn't deserve that. I mean look how upset Joseph made him. I know just how to make AppleHead ecstatic. But I don't know if he'll go for it.

"Whitney, I think I'm ok now." He said looking at me.

"You're not ok. You're still upset but you don't have anymore tears to shed. I can see it in those beautiful eyes. And I know what'll make you feel better."

"What?"

"You have to corporate though." I said sternly. "Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise." He said.

I smiled and jumped on him.

-I didn't write the sex scene in this chapter because I didn't know if y'all were comfortable with that ... But if y'all want I'll continue the night in the next chapter ... Just let me know ... Hurry cuz I'm updating tonight .... 💋❤️💙

-ChunkyMonkey🙊