Purple Thriller (Michael Jackson x Prince Fanfiction)

I Wasn't THAT Scared

Michael Jackson POV:

"I think I may be in love with Prince." I thought to myself anxiously. I wasn't even saying the thought out loud and it was still difficult. Contrary to popular opinion, I'd never experimented with men before, so as far as I was concerned, I was only interested in women. But Prince...he's different.

Prince had been in my home for some time now. Weeks in fact. The Prince I knew all those years ago likely wouldn't have come anywhere near my house, let alone save my life. I owed a lot to Prince. He made me feel better about my appearance, he took care of my children while I was in the hospital, he opened to me and he saved my life. 

"Uh Michael?" Prince asked me, helping me snap out of my thoughts. 

"Hmm?" I responded. Prince looked at me with a bit of concern.

"Your sleeping, right? I don't want you to pass out again." he questioned anxiously. I dismissed his concern with a wave of the hand.

"Aw no Prince. I'm just...lost in thought I guess." I answered with a small chuckle. Those dark brown eyes of his were gleaming a bit which made me blush. I suddenly became grateful I was wearing my makeup. 

"Alright. Well I was just asking if I should get the kids for dinner yet?" he followed up. I nodded my head with a smile. Prince had done everything in his power to take some of the weight off my shoulders. It was more difficult to look after the children when they had no school. But Prince didn't seem to mind at all, and he no longer got weeping when handling them like he did before. Talking to me about Amiir must've made him feel better. 

I took my seat at the large dinner table in front of some homemade lasagna that my cook Rosemary had made. I thanked her calmly, but I didn't eat until Prince and the children returned. Little Prince came running up to me, hugging my leg. I smiled and hugged him back before beckoning him to his chair. 

Prince was eating his salad again as usual. My heart fluttered again at the sight of him. These were minor and ineffectual at first, but now I was constantly aware of them. Prince always made me feel both nervous and comfortable at the same time. It was very strange. 

Unlike before, I didn't play with my food but ate it in large forkfuls. I still exercised (though a lot slower) so I didn't gain too much weight. But I did feel a lot healthier. I had more energy than I used to. I felt good. 

I could see Michael Jr once again reluctant to eat his vegetables. He had a small plate of cooked carrots on the side that he seemed to do his best to avoid. Same with little Prince. I was smiling at them due to my own habits when I was their age. Though MY father...

"Hey kids. Eat your carrots!" Prince exclaimed playfully. Michael Jr apologized and tried to eat them but little Prince wouldn't budge. I was about to talk to him, but Prince subtly grabbed my arm and willed me to sit down. The message was clear: "I got this." My face was burning more than usual now and I was very aware of it. 

Prince smiled as he suddenly looked under the kitchen table, bringing his head back up again with a mischievous little grin before out came a small puppet of a broccoli stalk! I went a bit wide-eyed at that, as did the children. Prince remained calm and collected. But then the broccoli started talking!

"Aw come on little man! Eat them. Eat those no good carrots!" it said in a shrill little voice. I looked at Prince's throat and saw it moving. I was very surprised. I wasn't aware that Prince was a ventriloquist for real. I assumed that he did that in the Purple Rain movie with someone else's voice. But it was really him I guess. 

Little Prince smiled and immediately went into his carrots, the broccoli puppet cheering him on. 

"He's so great with the kids." I thought. That warmed my soul even more. Especially now that I knew he had always wanted to be a parent.