It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Ninety-One

I slowly open my eyes, groaning as I stretch my arms out.

I hear Michael softly chuckle behind me as he suddenly holds my body close to his.

"Morning, babe." He hoarsely says, kissing my neck.

I blush, "Morning." I quietly say, turning around.

Michael smiles widely at me.

I smirk, "What?" I giggle, laying on his arms.

Michael smirks, "You just look beautiful.." He says, caressing my face.

My face heats up, "You tell me that everyday, Michael." I shyly say, feeling embarrassed.

Michael smiles, "Because it's true." He kisses my forehead.

I smirk, "Why do you tell me that everyday?" I softly ask.

Michael shrugs, "I want you to always know that you're beautiful, Mia. I mean it. I've always meant it." He says.

I smile, "I don't think I tell you enough that I love you." I squeak.

Michael smirks.

"I know how you feel about yourself, Michael. Whenever you wear your sunglasses and masks and all.. I'm glad you don't hide from me and your family." I softly say, gently touching his abs.

Michael bites his lip. 

I look into his eyes, "You're beautiful too." I smile.

"And I mean that." I softly say.

Michael blushes, "I don't see that.." He mumbles.

"The media gets to my head. They call me a freak, I just hate it." He frowns.

I feel his curls, "I know, baby. You can't think too much about them, okay? As long as you got me, you're going to be fine. And you know what? I'm going to be yours forever." I smirk.

Michael smiles, holding onto my hand. "Damn right.." He mumbles.

I giggle as Michael kisses my neck again.

"Do you know what today is?" Michael softly asks, breathing on my skin.

I furrow my eyebrows, "No..." I stretch my words out, trying to think of what today is.

Oh, God.. This better not lead into another fight, Michael. I know it's not your birthday or anyone else's in the family.. I know it ain't our anniversary, since I screwed that up last month. Um.. 

Michael chuckles, "You seriously don't know?!" He smiles.

I shake my head, "No." I giggle, feeling my face heat up.

Michael furrows his eyebrows, "Girl, it's your birthday!" He says, gently pushing me.

I gasp. "Really?" I breathe.

Michael nods, "Yeah! My God, where are you this morning?" He smirks.

I blush, "I've never really celebrated my birthday before, Michael.." I shyly say.

It's the truth. My father didn't believe I deserved the celebration since I was an accident child and I was apparently "a bitch" my whole seven damn years of life. Telling me I ruined his life. I don't understand how that's even possible! I was a good girl and listened to my father, did my chores, practiced, that's all I ever did! Michael and I, that's all we ever did! Childhood stars.. I wasn't even the first born! He was always a grand father to Hazel but he fucked me over.  

Michael smirks, "We both didn't! Come on! You don't have to celebrate mine but let's celebrate yours. Let's celebrate your life!" He grins.