Motion (Sequel to "Collide")

CHAPTER SEVEN

A/N: hey you guys, it's me again! This chapter is quite boring in my opnion, but I hope you'll love it anyways because it's quite lengthy. It's more of a filler than an actual consistent chapter, but anyways. Enjoy!

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I opened my eyes abruptly with my heart racing in my chest. The first thing I did was to look at my surroundings, only to see that I was back in bed, in Neverland. I looked on my right side and Michael wasn't here anymore, which got me wondering for how long I had been out of it.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it indicated one in the morning, meaning that my nap turned into a half a night of sleep, which explained why Michael wasn't in bed with me anymore.

I shook my head from side to side as I grabbed Michael's shirt that was still on the floor, and put it over my half naked body. As I was still questioning everything that I had seen in my sleep, I dragged myself to the bathroom using my crutches. One thing I regretted from the dream I had was to see that my ability to walk wasn't back in this reality.

I put some cold water over my face to have my ideas clear and try to remember everything I just saw thanks to the conversation I had with my future self.

It goes without saying that knowing that I wouldn't be able to give Michael biological children was hard to cope with and pained me. However, I knew that Michael loved Faraji as his own flesh and bones, and I knew that we would be blessed by Paris and Prince at some point, and that they would be his. Knowing that Faraji would be a brother and that we'd be parents of three wonderful children made my heart flutter with happiness. I couldn't wait to meet them, whether it was through a vision or at the very beginning of their life.

To be honest, the one and only person I wanted to call at this moment was Hayden, but there was no way for me to reach him, and this was driving me insane deep inside of me. I just hoped that he would come back with all the answers I needed to understand what was happening to me and my ability.



I wiped the tears of mixed feelings from my eyes, and took one last look at my reflection in the mirror. I buttoned Michael's shirt that was still open on my naked chest all the way up and took a deep breath.

"Our life is going to be awesome," I convinced myself in a determined tone before I left the bathroom.

Instead of picking up the phone and call my pregnant best friend in the middle of the night, I decided I would look for my soon-to-be-husband instead. The house was huge, but there weren't much spots where Michael could be in the middle of the night: he could be in the library, in his office or in the dance studio.

As it was the closest door on my way, I started with Michael's office, but the door was closed, meaning he wasn't inside. A few doors down was the library, and at the second I noticed some light coming from underneath the door, I knew he was in there. Without knocking, I pushed the door open, and there he was, sitting with his legs crossed on the couch in front of the fireplace. He had a notepad between his hands on which he was scribbling things and a cup of tea was on the little table next to him as very low classical music was playing in the background. He was so focused on whatever he was doing that he didn't even acknowledge my presence in the room.

I took a few seconds to admire the scene before my eyes as my fiance's beauty amazed me. Michael's hair was falling freely on his shoulders and his face was free from any make up. He was wearing one of his many white v-neck t-shirts along with his pajama pants. He was effortlessly handsome.