Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

2 Months Later

Michael's POV

Time has flown by. Jasmine is getting big. She has two teeth and is sitting up and walking is her walker. My Tinker Bell is soon gonna be in college and married and have kids. I'm over thinking. I'm just gonna take it easy and deal with that when the time comes.

Whitney is supposed to be coming home today. Yikes. I'm anxious. I already have the afternoon planned. We're gonna admire Jasmine, let Rita, the nanny, watch her and then I'll have to tell Whitney my flaws. I told Tatiana that I couldn't see her anymore last night after our moment. She wasn't really upset. She understood.

"Jasmine, your mother is coming home today." I pick her up.

She starts to pull my hair. That's another thing. She always puts things in her mouth. Especially toys. She's teething so she needs something to soothe her gum.

"Youre so rude." I detach her hand from my curls and push hers back.

"Mr. Jackson?" Rita steps in.

"Yeah?"

"The limo just pulled up."

"Oh god." I said. "Okay. Thank you, Rita."

My knees buckle as soon as she leaves. I took an unsteady breath and kiss Jasmine's cheeks. She gives a scream of joy and puts her hands in her mouth.

"There's my baby and my other baby!"

I turned around and looked at Whitney. She has curves, not too much but not too small, and her hair is longer. She looks healthy. Very healthy.

I'm surprised when she grabs my face and kissed me. I couldn't help comparing them to Tatiana's. Whitney's are better. She pulls away and snatched Jasmine away from me.

"Hi, Jasmine." Whitney cooed. Jasmine gave a gummysmile. It was as if Whitney wasn't gone. I guess Jasmine knows how to detect her parents no matter how they look.

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey." She kissed me again. Whitney sits on the bed with Jasmine on her lap. "Michael, thank you."

"For?" I frown in confusion.

"For making me get help. I understand why you got angry. I would be too if it was vice versa."

"Oh. How was it?"

"Good. A lot of group therapy sessions. I was lonely. In one session we were talking about the night at Elizabeth's party and how I got snappy. And they thought you were gonna cheat on me. But I know you would never do that."

My heart skipped a beat. I yelled Rita's name.

"Yes?" She appeared.

"Can you take Jasmine out. To a park or something?" I look pointedly at Whitney when she wasn't looking.

"Oh, okay. Welcome back, Mrs. Jackson." Rita walked over to receive Jasmine.

"So, sweetheart I wanna talk to you." I said as Rita left and closed the doors behind her.

"What?" Whitney touched my leg.

I really wanna get under the covers and love my wife all night but that'll be wrong. I mean, make love and then tell her I cheated with a women she despises?

"Thank you for being faithful and caring." She kissed me.

"Whitney, its serious." I mumbled against her urgent lips.

"Michael, I've been gone for almost three months. Cut me some slack. Twenty minutes."

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"So, what did you wanna talk about?" Whitney asked as she brushed her hair down.

"Huh?" I looked at her fully dressed and buttoned up my shirt.

"You said you wanna tell me something serious."

"I'm sorry but I'm still in a trance. Give me a minute."

Should I just say it quikly? Should I say it as a joke? Should I even tell her? Yes. I have to. If I was man enough to do it then I'm man enough to admit it. But facing Whitney when she was mad, was like facing a lion when it's hungry and you're the only thing in sight. So...here we go.

"I'm sorry." I said softly. "But when you were gone I was sleeping with someone. Someone you hate."