❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡Played|Part Five♡

Michael.

I chuckled to myself as I sat in the study room, sorting through the many documents that had been scattered. As far as I knew, (Y/N) was resting in the bedroom. It was two in the afternoon, and the day seemed quiet.

Groaning slightly, I began to stack the papers neatly.

Suddenly, I heard a pair footsteps, approaching the study room. Since the door was closed, I couldn't tell whom it was until it opened.

"Hey babe," my gorgeous wife greeted me as she walked in, being sure to shut the door behind her. I smiled as she made her way up to me - kissing my cheek.

"Hey, beautiful," I chuckled. "(Y/N) was the epitome of a graceful, and beautiful individual.

"How's work going?" she questioned, moving to sit on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist, focusing on her mesmerizing eyes.

"Same old," I grinned at her. Whenever she was in my arms, I could think of nothing but my wife. "Stressful,"

(Y/N) made a face, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go out for dinner," she suggested. "Let's go to a nice restaurant, and forget about your work - just for one night,"

I looked up into my wife's eyes. I could never deny her anything.

"Okay," I nodded. "Let's do it,"

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It had been an hour since (Y/N) suggested that we go out for dinner - and she was getting ready, whilst I watched her. I was seated at the edge of the bed, admiring how beautiful my wife was.

Just as I focused on (Y/N), an idea came to mind. I remembered how she pranked me the other day, telling me that she was pregnant with another man's child. I was horrified.

A small smirk formed on my face as (Y/N) brushed her hands over her stunning blue dress.

"Are you done?" I questioned, making her turn around to face me.

"No, I haven't done my makeup yet," she grimaced a little before turning back around and rushing into the bathroom to fetch her makeup bag. Once she was done, she brought her items to the dressing table - proceeding to apply her makeup.

I chuckled a little before shaking my head.

"Well, you need it," I remarked.

I'm going to die. (Y/N) is going to kill me herself.

My wife's eyes widened. She had just finished applying her foundation when she spun around to face me again.

"What?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I said you need it," I repeated, standing up and folding my arms.

(Y/N) stared at me with wide eyes. She honestly looked as if she were about to slap me.

"You're saying that I...need makeup?" she frowned. "But half of the time, you tell me that I look good without it,"

"I lied," I tried to stop myself from laughing. "You need all the makeup you can get," I held my hands up in defense. "Just saying,"

(Y/N) continued to stare at me. Her eyes were tearing up, and I could tell that she was mad.

"I can't believe you," she whispered, bringing her left hand to strike me across the face. "I'm not going anywhere," she scoffed before turning around to leave.

I broke into laughter as I pulled her back, holding her close. She hit my chest, and tried to push me away - but I was stronger.

"It's a prank," I chuckled quietly. "Baby, it's a prank,"

"You're such a jerk!" she exclaimed, breaking into a laugh as well. "You're so annoying!"

"I love you!" I exclaimed, pulling away to look at her. "And you're stunning, both with and without makeup,"

"Ugh, I swear, I'm so going to get you back for this, Jackson!"

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