Moments with Michael

TV-show and cooking

It's July 2005, and you and Michael have been married for 14 years. And... I don't wanna talk about the trial right now, so let's just ignore it, shall we?

"Hey baby, I'm home!" The beautiful voice of my husband, Michael, runs through the house to where I'm sitting in our shared bedroom.

"Hey" I answer shortly, paying all my attention to the TV-screen in front of me. I barely register the sound of footsteps, making their way from the hall to the bedroom.

"What are you watching?" He asks, and I almost jump in my seat in surprise that he's suddenly here.

"Doctor who. Can't talk. Intense." I reply, again shortly and without taking my eyes away from the screen.

My older cousin introduced me to the show a few years ago, and since then I have been just as hooked on it as her. We have watched all the old episodes together, and just three months ago, it started up again after 16 years! As the action-filled show it is, it's pretty much impossible to look away for a second when watching it, because the chance of missing something important is just way too big!

I hear Michael chuckle lightly, before a few footsteps indicate that he has walked over to the bed. Only a second later I feel the madras sink besides me, and know that he has sat down to watch it with me.

That's one of the things I love about Michael, he actually understands my nerdy interest for books and TV-shows. He will always let me read or watch without trying to talk to me, he understands that it can be very intense at times, and best of all, he lets me rant to him when something ends bad, without judging or interrupting. He just listens.

He reads a lot himself, and watches TV too, even though he often doesn't have much time for it, given that he has to work so much. And ever since it started up again, he have gladly watched Doctor Who with me and my cousin. So at moments like this, when we sit together and watch it, gasping in fear and feeling everything together, I'm just reminded once again how much I love this man.

When the episode ends and the credits starts rolling over the screen, I turn to Michael.

"It's good to see you again, honey." I say, kissing him lightly on the tip of his nose. He has been at a photoshoot since early this morning. I see his mouth widen into a beautiful smile at my touch, and he bites his lower lip in a failed attempt to hide it.

"14 years and you still make me feel like a schoolboy in love!" He says, sounding almost speechless, before leaning in to give me a passionate kiss on the lips.

"I could say the same to you!" I reply when he, to my regret, pulls away from the kiss.

He, once again, smiles his adorable smile at me, and takes my hand to pull me up from the bed.

"Come on, we gotta make some dinner. It's Friday, you know" He says, reminding me of an agreement of ours:

Given Michaels hard work, he has all his life been used to someone cooking for him, that be his mom when he was a child, or a chef later on in his life. However, that changed when I and my passion for cooking came into his life. Of course he still has to work, and therefore still didn't have much time for it, but we agreed that every Wednesday and Friday, he would be home from the studio an hour earlier, and we would make dinner together. And Sunday too, but then he would spend the whole day at home.

When we began this, he was horrible to say the least. But after some time, he seemed to grasp the concepts, and now he's actually quite good!

We go to the kitchen, that he made me decorate exactly as I wanted it, as a present when I moved in with him at Neverland. The sunshine-yellow cupboards always makes me smile, and the view to the garden from the big window is nothing but breathtaking. Right outside it stands a tree, a beautiful cherry-tree that we planted together on our wedding day. I smile at the memories from that day. Without a doubt the best day in my life! And exactly a year later, when he cut our initials into the bark. Oh so romantic that man is!

I'm still holding his hand, and I turn my head to look at him, only to find him already staring at me with love in his eyes. When we were younger, I would have blushed under his gaze. Now I've seen it so many times, it doesn't wake the same embarrassment in me, though still the same happiness.

I stand on the tip of my toes, to peck him on the lips, for then to turn my eyes to the tree outside the window. It's spring, and in only a few weeks it will be filled with white flowers.

"You remember that day?" I ask softly.

"How could I ever forget?" He answers sweetly, a smile playing on his lips. "The day I made you my Mrs. Jackson, my queen"

"The day you officially became my king, more than the worlds." I say back, with a glimpse in my eye. I know very well that he gets embarrassed, when anyone mentions him as a king, given his natural modesty, but I just can't help myself. It's a fact that he's the king of pop, of music. And after that day, he's my king.

Seemingly not knowing what to say, he just bends down to give me a slow, but passionate kiss, that completely takes my breath away.

"We should really get to the cooking, or we're gonna eat way too late" I tell him, and takes a step backwards. But not before giving him just another kiss...

"You're right" He replies, smiling as he opens a cupboard and starts finding the ingredients we need.

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Only an hour later, we can sit down at a neatly set table, with the delicious meal in front of us. As we start eating, I ask him a question I have been thinking about for a while.

"Michael, what do you actually think of this?"

"Can you specify "this" a bit?"

"This, cooking together three times a week. Having to go home from the studio earlier, just because of some idea I got one time?"

"I really like it" He answers with a reassuring smile, letting my unsure self know, that I haven't done anything wrong. "I always love spending time with you, and to see you do something you're really passionate about... It warms my heart. I just love to see you happy. And before you can ask, yes, I do like it. I think it's fun! You know how much I love art, to both enjoy others work and to make it myself. And this is the same, art. Just another type than what I usually work with."

"Okay. I just needed to know" I answer, smiling. "And I love to be with you too, honey, I really do. Your presence alone is just... I guess magical is the word that comes closets, but nothing can really describe you"

I see a light red blossom on his cheeks, and he smiles warmly at me, and reaches over the table to take my hand.

"You're too kind" He whispers shyly.

"No, I'm honest" I answer, to then add: "And you know, you look adorable when you're shy. I can't believe I've been married to you for 14 years, and you still blush over small things like this"

"Me neither, sweetheart. It's just something about you, you make me fall in love all over again every single day"

"I could say the same to you" I reply, unable to keep a wide smile from my face.

He makes me so happy!