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

♡Not Without You♡

•♡SET IN THE DANGEROUS ERA♡•

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You were seated on the bench, next to your husband of four years - Michael Jackson. The bench was located in the garden area of Neverland, and Michael was cuddling you. Holding hands, the two of you were reflecting on life, and how happy the both of you were.

The afternoon was cold, and you were grateful to have on your coat. The skies were turning a beautiful shade of orange as the sun had set. It was a beautiful sight, and you loved it. Michael was running his fingers up and down your upper arm, and the gesture seemed to keep you calm.

You were six months pregnant with your first child, and the both of you could not have been happier. Michael wanted kids, and he was delighted when you had informed him that you were pregnant.

Life was going well, and you appreciated everything you had - especially the man you were married to.

The two of you stayed in silence for a good half hour before Michael spoke.

"What are you thinking about?" he questioned softly.

"Nothing," you giggled. "Just how lucky I am to have you in my life,"

"I'm even luckier," he sighed. "You're beautiful, and smart, and I would die for you without a doubt," he kissed your forehead.

You blushed as Michael proceeded to play with your hands. Focusing on his breathing, you could make out his faint heartbeat.

"I love you so much," you breathed. "I really do. I'm so happy that you're in my life,"

"Are you kidding?" he chuckled. "I love you more," he chewed on hid lip. "And no arguments,"

You opened your mouth to respond, but once you heard your husband's words - you broke into a giggle. He laughed along with you, and you made sure to enjoy the moment. Being in his arms was always the highlight of your day.

"I have rehearsals tomorrow," he groaned slightly. "I don't want to go,"

"Then don't go," you replied with a small laugh.

"I have to be there. The performance is tomorrow evening," he sighed.

"Well, I believe that you will do well, and the performance will be perfect," you kissed his cheek. "You're the most talented man on the face of the earth,"

"Thank you, princess," he said before he began to straighten up. You removed yourself from his arms, and did the same. "I need to sleep early," he bit his lip. "Rehearsals are at six in the morning tomorrow,"

"No problem," you paid him a chaste kiss on the lips. "I want you to rest well,"

"I want you to rest well too," he narrowed his eyes.

"Don't worry about me," you waved him off.

"You're my wife. It is my duty to worry about you,"

You folded your arms and flashed him a death glare. He broke into a smile and held his hands up.

"No arguments," he laughed.

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes playfully. "Now let's get to bed so that you can start early tomorrow,"

•⊱♡⊰•

The next morning, you had gotten up early - and prepared some breakfast for Michael. When he had awoken, he ate before bidding you goodbye with a kiss. He was your everything, and you felt lucky to have him.