A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Four: Can't Help Falling In Love

December 15th, 1993

Michael's POV

The living room smelled of cinnamon and pine trees. Garland and tinsel hung from every surface in the decorated room.

Prince, for the last few days had been in and out of the house, trying to find things to occupy his mind while the Christmas season begun.

And...since it was my very first Christmas, I wouldn't shut up about it, it was practically the only thing that would come out of my mouth. I scoped out different parts of the magnificently lit tree that sat right in the middle of the living room.

Prince didn't celebrate Christmas so he tried to occupy himself with other things, including running in and out of the house constantly, I don't even think I've seen him for more than two hours in the last three days.

Liz Taylor stopped by frequently to give me some sort of company and to also decorate Neverland to the highest extent. She made sure that everything would be perfect, nothing would be out of place. She even got me (and herself) ugly Christmas sweaters, just to put the cherry on top.

I finally found the superb spot, on the at least ten foot tree, to place a purple, studded with stones, ornament. A finger tapped my shoulder, spooking me so much that it almost sent the beautiful ornament flying.

"Oh god, hey honey." I turned to face Prince, a devious smile plastered on his handsome face.

"Hi Glitter Gloves, whatcha doing?" He gazed up at the glowing tree and at the lavender ornament in my still shaking hands.

"Putting up ornaments." I said, turning to my amazing creation. Red and green fairy lights hung from the pine tree's branches. Clumps of sparkling ornaments clung from the tree, one framed Prince and I at Kings Island, the one from a ride we went on. Liz was so kind to make that for us, well, mostly for me.

"Can I join you?" He asked, picking up a decoration, his almond eyes twinkling.

"Um sure? I thought you didn't celebrate Christmas." I grabbed another ornament from the cardboard box by my feet.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't help you." Prince shrugged, placing an ornament on the tree, standing back to take a better look at the placement.

"Fair point." I muttered, becoming more focused on Prince's behind than the actual tree. Has he been working out?

We walked around the tree in search of open spots, Liz had given us up to four hundred ornaments, enough to fill this tree. There were still other tree in the newly decorated house, an aluminum tree was set up in the foyer. Pink and blue ornaments hung from its metal branches, it was my favorite tree in the entire house.

"Hey, can I-uhm-have some help?" Prince blushed, the spot were he wanted the golden, shimmering, ornament to hang was a little too high for him.

"Yes of course." I took the decoration and suspended it just above his reach.

"Thanks." He looked to the ground in embarrassment, he looked so cute, blushing nervously.

"You're welcome cutie." I laughed, kissing his cheek sweetly. His cheeks darkened to a crimson color and his eyes darted up to meet mine.

"I am not cute. I'm handsome." Prince growled stubbornly, clenching his teeth.

"Whatever you say, cutie pie." I giggled, pinching his red cheeks, making him scowl.

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The soft cushioned bed cradled my body perfectly. I balanced a steaming cup of hot coffee in my hand, taking periodical sips. Dozens of magazines surrounded me, spread out and open, my eyes darted from page to page.

I flipped through a fashion magazine, seeing what was in, seeing what I could make in. Every page held an opportunity to make a new trend. I glossed over baby catalogs, strollers, cribs and car seats.

An adorable onesie caught my brown eye, a monkey adorned the front, with green stripes on the sleeves. Aww. Another magazine sat tucked away, almost entirely under my fluffy decorative pillow. A catalog of guitars, something a planned on getting for Prince, not for Christmas, just as a simple gift of appreciation.

I went with my safest bet, a guitar, one that had peach tint to it. I combed through its pages, trying to find the perfect gift, one that suited him well.

The sound of a door creaking open brought me to attention, Prince stood in the doorway, he glanced at me with a curious look etched in his cat like features.

I still had the guitar catalog in my hands, panicking I shoved it into the drawer in my nightstand. The picture frames and lamp shook violently as I slammed the drawer closed. That action earned me a strange glare from a now confused Prince.

"You good?" He questioned, strutting over to my side of the bed.

"Yep." I nodded my head, picking up another magazine and flipping through its information covered pages.

"What are you doing?" He asked, clambering up onto the bed, sending some of the magazines into a flying frenzy.

"Stuff for Christmas and baby things." I answered, pushing a magazine towards him as proof.

"Oh, can I look?" Prince leaned over to take a sneaky sip of my hot chocolate and retracted a moment later, he burned his tongue.

"Sure." I tossed him a baby magazine, he caught it and started to look through it. He smiled ever so slightly at certain things.

I continued to go through my catalog, a baby crib with lace frills on the side caught my attention. A little bow was placed at the top with lace surrounding it.

"Hey look at this bassinet." I pointed to it on the flimsy page, Prince glanced over at it.

"Oo, I love it." I knew it, that man loves anything with lace on it. He took a sharpie that was settled next to him, I was using it to circle interesting items. He put a giant x on it, signaling this was the one.

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I was in my dance studio, the wooden floors creaking ever so slightly as I spun. The mirror reflected my moves, giving me an insight to what my dancing seemed like. I messed around, twirling every three or four beats, the bass line motivating me. And the melody carrying me, I had Rhythm Nation by my dear sister blasting in the background.

The sound of heels behind me threw me out of my groove, I turned to face a smirking Prince. He bent down to the CD player on the ground, opening it with a tiny click. He popped something else in, a slower more melancholy song. Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley.

"Where did you find this? I thought I got rid of all my Elvis when...ya' know the whole thing with Lisa happened." I stuttered, reliving some of those dreaded memories.

He shrugged, "I dunno." Prince's hands trailed down to my hips and my arms went up to his shoulders. We rocked back and forth, sharing this sweet moment.

He caressed my jaw line lightly, connecting our lips, his head tilted up to meet mine. The music made us sway back and forth, engrossing is in a trance that I wished would last forever.

END

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