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

♡Picture Perfect♡

✽SET IN THE BAD ERA✽

|1988|

You were seated on the bed, in the hotel room - fiddling with your fingers. Your husband of one year, Michael Jackson, was in the bathroom - still getting ready. You had on a navy blue dress, that fell to your knees. The sleeves were made of pure lace, and they accentuated your arms perfectly. Your wedding ring glistened in the light as you stared at it - it was gorgeous. Beams of sunlight were streaming through the beautifully designed windows, and a huge crowd was gathered outside of the hotel, below.

You and your husband were preparing to make a public visit to an orphanage since it was Michael's day off. He was currently on his Bad World Tour, and you had been accompanying him throughout the journey.

You loved spending time with your husband, it always put a smile on your face. Today, however, you were nervous. You were always nervous when the public's eyes were on you, and you were confident that that cycle would continue to pester you for the rest of your life, married to one of the most famous men on the planet.

The fans all loved to see you, and you loved to see them - you just got very nervous with the attention that you got. You were always on the front pages of many magazines, and news companies could not stop talking about how beautiful you were. Everything you did, with or without your husband, was subjected to public scrutiny.

Frowning a little, you placed your hand over your abdomen as Michael walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light as he did so. Your body felt weird, and you wanted to throw up. Michael spotted you, and he made his way over to your form.

"You okay, darling?" he asked, holding his hand out. You took it and stood up, running your other hand over your dress.

"Yeah, I'm just....nervous, I guess," you laughed a little. "I feel nauseated,"

Michael frowned, and pulled you closer to him. His arms moved to sit on your waist, and you smiled a little at this gesture. He always seemed to know how to make you feel better.

"I'll ask Bill to have a paper bag ready, in case you do throw up," he breathed. "You do look pale," he paused. "We can cancel the visit if it-"

"No, don't cancel the visit," you cut him off. "Everyone's looking forward to it, and I don't want to disappoint anyone," you looked down at your feet.

Michael used the index finger of one of his hands to tilt your chin up so that you were looking at him.

"(Y/N), you are my number one priority," he studied your eyes. "Not them," he breathed. "Don't get me wrong, I adore the fans," he smiled. "I just..." he trailed off.

"Adore me more?" you giggled a little.

"Precisely," he broke into a grin.

You let out another laugh and shook your head. "It's fine, I'll be okay," you reassured him.

"Are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Very sure," you leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Now, let's get going, or we'll be late,"

"You and your punctuality," he rolled his eyes slightly as he took your hand, leading you toward the room door. "I just love you so much, you know that?" he opened the door, and security was waiting outside.

"I know that," you replied as the two of you exited the room. "And I love you way more," you breathed as he pulled the door shut.

"Impossible," he responded. "I love you the most,"