The Lady In My Life, A Michael Jackson Fan Fiction Love Story.

Chapter 8

*1 Month Later*

*Michael’s POV*

Candy’s out of the hospital now. It’s been a month, and I say she’s holding up pretty well. The bruises on her face, arms, neck and hands aren’t quite gone, but you can definitely tell she’s improving tremendously. She’s gained back those 3 weeks lost in memory. Turns out that the memory loss wasn’t permanent, but temporary. I’m very happy to see her improving so much. Her leg and arm is still bandaged and casted, cause they’re obviously still broken up. Dr. Fields predicted that her arm should start healing correctly soon, so her arm cast will be of within a month. Her leg, on the other hand was a different story. That would take about 2 or 3 more months, maybe even 4. I felt so bad. If she had been just 1 more inch taller, her leg would’ve been amputated. Thank GOD for not letting that happen. That was a miracle.

For the past week, Candy wanted to talk about our wedding. She loved the fact that my family wanted to be involved, considering the fact that they loved her, but she really didn’t want a big wedding. She told me that her side of the family was broken, and I was well aware. That divorce was very hard to deal with. She loved both of her parents. She hated the fact that it didn’t work out. After all, “For Better or for Worse”, right? That’s what she would always tell me when talking about it. She just didn’t understand it.

“Mickey, baby. Wake up.” She said. I looked at the clock. It was 4:17am.

“Yes, darling?” I asked, groggily.

“Baby, I can’t sleep.” She said, sounding a bit worried.

“Why? Is everything okay? Is something bothering you?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I was thinking and I wanna ask you something.

“Shoot.” I replied rubbing my eyes.

“Okay. What if we end up like my parents? Angry and split up? 1 child and poor?” she was VERY paranoid about this.

“And what if we end up like mine?” I replied.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, what if we end up happy and still married, at the age of 60? 9 children and rich?”

“I never thought of it that way. I guess you’re right.” She sighed.

I grabbed her carefully and slid closer to her. “Baby, no matter what happens, I will ALWAYS be here. You will always be loved. No matter what. Got that?”

“Yes, but..” I cut her off.

“No butts. I made you a promise, and I intend on keeping it, Candace.”

She got up, and started to limp around the bed.