Smile

Chapter 19

May 3rd 1989 (1:39 pm)

"Jack stop it!" Mariah yelled at the small puppy who was desperately trying to get Mariah's water bottle. "Jack I said stop!" Instead of listening he continued.

Suddenly the puppy gripped the bottom of the plastic bottle with his mouth and started tearing it up. "Ughhhh!" Mariah groaned and then started picking up the pieces of the bottle.

Michael chuckled as he walked from the kitchen into the living room. "You having trouble?" He asked her.

She finally smiled. "How did you guess?" Mariah replied sarcastically and took the tiny ripped up pieces of the plastic bottle to the trash can.

She walked back into the living room and tiredly sat down on the couch. "You okay?" Michael asked her trying not to laugh at her discipline skills.

"Yeah, but Jack never listens to me and it drives me crazy." She explained.

Michael nodded. "You have to be more strict about it... if you just yell at him he won't do anything, you have to look him in the eyes and tell him no... when we have kids-"

"Who said anything about kids?" She asked him and raised her eyebrow. It wasn't that Mariah didn't want kids but her career had always been in the fore front of her mind and she never really thought about if she wanted to be a mother. She loved children but she didn't know if she could handle the responsibility of having to raise one of her own.

"What you don't want kids?" He questioned.

She sighed. "It's not that I don't want kids, I just haven't really thought about it at all... I don't know if I have what it takes to raise a child." Mariah explained.

"You'll be great at it." He assured her.

"I guess." She replied still unsure of herself.

June 1st 1989 (11:30 pm)

Michael softly rubbed Mariah's side as he stared deeply Into her dark brown eyes. "I love you." He quietly whispered into her ear. She was too caught up in the moment to reply. Michael planted a kiss on her upper neck and started leaving dark brown hickeys as he made his way to her stomach. "Michael." She interrupted. "I'm sorry, I want to but I-"

Mariah stopped herself, she didn't know why exactly she didn't want to do it but she just couldn't let it go any further. "I just can't do it."

Michael nodded his head in understanding. "It's okay, If you're not ready then I'm not going to pressure you into doing anything."

She smiled. "I'll never understand why out of all the people in the audience, out of all the women in the world, you chose me... you can have any girl you want but you chose me, and now your willing to wait for me, why?" Mariah asked in confusion.

Michael laughed and then kissed her on the top of her head. "I chose you because you're real." He replied.

"I know it's late but can we go swim in the pool." She asked and playfully pouted.

Michael chuckled. "Yeah lets go!"

The two raced down the stairs and went outside and then jumped into the pool not even thinking about putting they're bathing suits on. "Ha ha I beat you!" He teased.

She swam up to the surface of the pool and wiped her eyes. "Well I'm not a fast runner!" She said, making excuses.

Michael got closer to her and then splashed her in her face. She laughed and splashed him back. "Your an ass." She said to him as she laughed even harder then before.

"You better watch your language!" He jokingly replied.

Mariah started swimming around the pool in the deep end.

Michael had admiration for Mariah, she could do a lot of things he couldn't but then again he could do a lot of things she couldn't, including dance. Mariah was definitely superior at swimming, and she looked while doing it too. She had beautiful legs.

Maybe one day we'll be married with a few kids, still living here but also traveling. She'll probably be a huge superstar and I'll probably still be Michael Jackson so our schedules might clash... I don't even want to think about how stressful it's going to be. I just want to enjoy this moment right here because I know they're will be times when we won't get along, and times when we want to kill each other.
Michael thought to himself.