Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"Michael," I murmur, thinking I heard him wrong.

"I got her pregnant," he sighs, shaking his head as I pull my hands from his hair.

"You have a kid?" I ask in a whisper as his eyes close gently.

"I could've had a kid," he grits, clenching his fist.

"Michael," I gasp, covering my mouth in realization.

"She had an abortion," he nods, his eyes still closed, confirming my realization.

"How? Did you agree that was the best decision?" I ask as my heart pangs with emotional pain.

"I didn't even know that she had been pregnant until she had the procedure." he sighs shakily, "I could've had a kid."

"Oh Michael," sigh as a lump forms in my throat out of empathy for him.

"I came home from college for the summer and she told me. She waited a whole month to tell me." he murmurs, a tear rolling down his cheek, "I could've had a kid." he repeats.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper as he squeezes my thighs.

"Me too," he sighs sadly, "I just wish she would've told me. I wish I had known. I could've convinced to her to keep our baby." he murmurs, looking back at me, "Promise me that you'll tell me. If--when I get you pregnant," he swallows seriously, looking into my eyes, "Promise me that you will tell me and that you won't get rid of our child." he pleads as a tear rolls down my cheek.

"I promise," I whisper, kissing his lips softly, "I promise I will never do anything like that." I promise as he sighs shakily, sitting up from between my legs.

"Come here," he sniffles, holding out his hand for me to take it. He leads me to the bedroom, pulling back the covers and letting me in first. He climbs in behind me and wraps his arms around me from behind, "I love you." he murmurs, kissing the shell of my ear as I let out a long breath.

"I love you, Michael," I sigh as he rubs his hand over my hip, "So much."

"She told me that she wasn't ready," he sighs, starting the conversation again.

"Michael, we can talk about something else if you want to," I offer, looking at him over my shoulder.

"No, that's okay," he grins before kissing the base of my jaw below my ear, "I like telling you things." he murmurs, kissing me again.

"Okay," I say under my breath, grinning like an idiot.

"Anyways, she told me that she wasn't ready and that having a child would've ruined our lives." he shakes his head, resting his chin on my shoulder as I place my hand over his; the one that's resting on my hip, "Having a child would've made me the happiest man in the world. I know I was young, but a kid would've made me so happy, no matter what the financial situation was." he smiles at the thought and it pains my heart.

"We can have our own kids," I grin and he chuckles, kissing my neck.

"The only good thing that came out of it was the fact that I knew how she felt before I could ask her to marry me." he sighs, kissing the shell of my ear, "And the fact that I probably wouldn't have met you if I had stayed with her."

"Everything happens for a reason," I say softly, turning my head to look at his angelic face, "Even if it's not what we want, everything happens for a reason." I repeat and he smiles before placing a long kiss on my lips.

"I'm so sorry that she did that to you," I murmur as kisses my lips again.

"Yeah, me too," he sighs, shaking his head, "After her, I met Lisa," he rolls his eyes as I scrunch my face in irritation, "I didn't really love her. I don't think I ever did. I think I was just trying to fill a void that Angela left me with--the Mother of my child." he murmurs, tightening his grip on my waist.

"Michael," I sigh sadly, holding my hands over his.

"Lisa was a disaster waiting to happen," he chuckles sadly, rubbing his hand up my thigh, "I knew she was no good from the start, but I let her in anyways. I can't believe I married her. She persuade me to do it. I should've known she would cheat on me. Hell, she was probably cheating with me the whole way through our relationship." he shrugs, trying not to let it effect him.

"Michael," I sigh, struggling to get from his grip so I can turn around to look at him, "Let me go," I giggle before his kisses the side of my neck and decides to let me loose, "Michael," I repeat in the same tone, lying on my side and looking into his eyes, "It's not your fault." I assure him, placing my hand on his cheek.

"Yes it was," he sighs sadly, shifting his eyes down, "I shouldn't have gotten involved with Lisa."

"I'm not just talking about Lisa," I murmur as his eyes shift back to mine, "I'm talking about all of it. You really don't know how to pick the right girls," I joke, making him chuckles, a wide smile consume his face, "I'm serious though. It's not your fault." I assure him, raising my brows.

"Thank you." he sighs gratefully, kissing my lips longingly.

"Ahhh," I sigh, snuggling against his chest, "I'm so in love with you Michael Jackson." I grin like an idiot as he chuckles softly, "Who was the fourth girl?" I ask, furrowing my brows in realization.

"What?" he quizzes as he looks down into my eyes to search for the answer.

"The fourth girl. You said that you've only been in four relationships; who's the fourth girl?" I repeat, placing my hands on his chest as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"The fourth girl," he begins, licking his lips, "She's something else." he smirks, placing his hands on my ass, "She's a vixen. She's so sexy and I'm the most in love anyone could be with another human." he winks as a wide smile consumes my face and he gropes a handful of my ass, pulling me closer into his strong frame.

"Oh yeah?" I grin, biting my lips, "What else is she like?" I ask sarcastically as something sparkles in Michael's eyes.

"She's the most strong and beautiful woman I've ever met," he winks, resting his forehead against mine, "She gives me the most love and happiness I've ever felt," he grins, pecking my lips, "Her name is Jamie Montebella."

"Really?" I ask, arching an amused brow, "The bitch better watch out because Michael Jackson is all mine." I say sarcastically making him chuckle as I swing my leg over his and roll him over to sit on his lap.

"I love you." he grins, holding my hips as he looks up at me hovering over him.

"I love you more, Michael Jackson."