Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Love Me Or Leave Me✨

Mature Era

Requested by @sherryjjaxn

Sorry, it took so long. I did my best. Hope you enjoy!

You stared at the ceiling of your bedroom, the bedside clock ticking away. There were just a few minutes left until sunrise, but you couldn't bring yourself to go back to sleep. Your eyes scan the dim bedroom, it was yours, decorated in your taste and filled with your belongings but nothing about it felt warm and familiar.

Certainly not the bed and the man who slept inches and inches away from you

You'd always secretly dreamed that you'd find a charming man, fall madly in love and get married in a fairy-tale style ceremony. Part of that dream had come true, but in the way you'd least expected.

You'd been married to the mega-pop star, Michael Jackson for a few years now. Most women would envy your position but being Mrs. King of Pop was anything but paradise. Your marriage was completely unorthodox, the whole thing having been an arrangement orchestrated by the Jackson family. Your parents, who had their own connections, had offered you up as a bride and the rest was history.

It was all so abrupt and sudden. So mechanical and unromantic. You and Michael had never had the opportunity to get to know each other, date and fall in love like normal couples do and for that reason alone you could never bring yourself to take your marriage seriously.

Your marriage was simply an arrangement and you'd always treat it like that.

While Michael seemed to be enamored with you and made every effort to treat you like a wife you did not return his affections. You were simply not in love with him. How could you ever love a man you'd been forced to marry? The first few years of the marriage had been the most awkward and difficult and you often found yourself concocting plans to escape but you'd come to surrender to your fate of a loveless marriage.

The soft, static whining of the baby monitor set on the night-stand finally prompts you to get out of bed, leaving Michael to continue his slumber. With a heavy sigh, you pad into the nursery to retrieve the fussy toddler out of his crib.

To add a complicated layer to your already complicated marriage dynamic, you and Michael had a son, a two-year-old named Prince.

The one night both of you could not control your urges had resulted in your son. There was no passion or love involved in his conception, but rather the convenience of two adults in need of sexual release and the impairment of alcohol. 

 It was a mistake and you vowed to never allow yourself to get so close to him again. Michael was unsurprisingly excited about the new edition to your family and enjoyed being a dad, but you still had difficulty adjusting to motherhood. Especially with a man you didn't truly love.

Your life felt like one big hopeless, complicated mess.

"Mommy," Prince whimpers, rubbing his big brown eyes as you hoist him onto your hip.

"Shh, shh," you reply, hoping he'd fall back to sleep in about thirty minutes.

To your dismay Prince was such a weepy child, always whining about one thing or another. You didn't quite know how to deal with it sometimes without getting agitated.

Feeling yourself grow hungry, you head down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. You are surprised to find Michael awake and sitting at the kitchen table, his hair a mess and a deep, brooding expression on his face. It's quickly replaced with a bright smile at the sight of you and Prince.

"Good morning, baby," he smiles. "good morning, Prince."

You scrunch up your nose in discomfort at his pet name, proceeding to hand over Prince who eagerly reaches out to Michael. He bounces the Prince on his knee, showering his chubby cheeks with kisses, instantly brightening up the child's mood. Prince was only fond of you but he loved Michael.