❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 • 𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟❥•

•❊Unwell❊•

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ:
APOLOGIES FOR ALL ERRORS.

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✽SET IN THE HISTORY ERA✽

|1996|

You were in the kitchen, preparing some noodles. You bustled about and hummed a soft tune to yourself. The sun was out, and streams of sunlight leaked through the beautifully designed kitchen window. You glanced at your wrist watch, and noted that the time was nine in the morning.

Your wedding ring glistened in the light as you moved, making you smile a little. You were married to the King of Pop, Michael Jackson - and you had been, for the past four years. The two of you loved each other very much, and despite not having children yet - it was definitely a part of your plans for the future.

As your mind wandered to the thought of your sleeping husband, the kitchen door opened. You turned your head and saw Michael, making your eyes widen slightly.

"Michael," you smiled a little. "I thought you were still sleeping, I was going to bring breakfast up to the bedroom to you," you looked back at the noodles that you were cooking on the stove.

Your husband chuckled as he walked up behind you, placing his arms around your waist - resting his chin on your delicate shoulders. You relaxed and smiled wider. Michael's arms always felt like home.

"You are far too kind to me," he whispered. "I'm so lucky to be married to a woman like you," he turned you around so that you were facing him. You brought your hands to rest on his shoulders as he pushed you against the counter, kissing you softly.

Responding to the kiss, you felt your heart begin to race. You always felt like you were floating whenever Michael got intimate with you. His hands caressed your waist as he pulled away to look at you.

"If I didn't have to go to the studio today, I would have taken you - right here," he laughed a little, making you hit his chest playfully.

"Stop," you laughed and shook your head. "Now go and sit down, breakfast will be ready soon," you pushed him gently.

He chuckled and moved to sit down at the dining table. The noodles were cooked, so you turned off the stove and drained the water from the pot - leaving the noodles. You served one bowl for Michael, and one for you.

You added mild seasoning to his - and a spicy one to yours. You had felt like eating something hot, so you decided to have spicy noodles for breakfast. Grabbing two forks, you took the items to the table. You set Michael's bowl down in front of him, along with his fork.

He took it from you and thanked you as you sat down, fiddling with your fork. Michael kept his eyes on you before they moved to your bowl.

"Are you sure you want to eat that?" he frowned a little. "That might make you sick," he remarked.

"I'm craving it," you bit your lip. "I should be fine," you used your fork to take some noodles into your mouth. It tasted wonderful, and you felt satisfied.

Michael chuckled again and began to eat from his bowl. The two of you talked, and he commented on how good the food tasted. The two of you spent about thirty minutes at the dining table before Michael stood up.

"I...have to go," he said as he glanced at his wrist watch. "I'll do my best to be back home by five," he looked at you.

"Leave your bowl, I'll wash it," you said.