Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Meant To Be✨

Blood On The Dancefloor Era

You smiled to yourself as you jogged up the steps to the main house of Neverland. The vibrant landscape and whimsical architecture never failed to amaze you, even if you did visit nearly every week. The only thing better than Neverland was the people who lived in it.

You'd recently moved closer to Los Olvois to be closer to your son and baby father, Michael.

Your relationship with Michael was completely unconventional, to say the least. Although you shared a child together, your connection was entirely platonic and had never been romantic or sexual in any way.

A few years ago, you were fresh out of college, jobless, and hard up for money. You were running out of options to stay afloat until a friend of yours jokingly mentioned surrogacy. In your desperate need for finances, you applied to be a surrogate mother.

You'd never pictured yourself having a child but you'd always secretly been curious about the experience. As life-changing as it would be and as outrageous as it sounded to your family and friends, you thought it the perfect opportunity to make money while experiencing one of life's many joys without the lifelong responsibility.

It wasn't long before a candidate showed interest in your profile, offering up a stupendous sum of cash in return of the favor of carrying their baby.

You'd imagined a wealthy couple battling infertility as the potential parents but when you expressed your interest in the contract and got clearer information on the deal, you'd realized that the person of interest was a high profile single male looking for the opportunity to become a father through traditional surrogacy.

If you weren't already blown away by the sum of money the potential parent had offered up, you were even more flabbergasted to find out that the father of the baby you'd be carrying was Michael Jackson.

You suddenly became apprehensive, worried that birthing the child of Pop royalty would come with high demands and petulant behavior but as you got to know Michael, you realized that he was a very down to earth and caring man and would be the perfect father.

During your pregnancy, you struck up an unlikely friendship. The closer you got to Michael, the money mattered less and less and you felt like you were doing a favor for a dear friend rather than a stranger.

When you'd given birth to a beautiful baby boy named Liam, Michael encouraged you to stay in touch, being that Liam was just as much a part of you as he was of him.

You'd thought the entire idea was inappropriate at first. You'd had no intention of being a mother to Liam. You'd only loaned your womb and your egg. You didn't plan on being there to read him bedtime stories or bandage up his boo-boos or anything that mothers were supposed to do.

You thought it'd be cruel to get attached if you had no intention of being a mainstay in his life and the lack of romantic background with Michael would make co-parenting awkward.

You soon realized that Michael could use the help and Liam could use a mother figure in his life. The more you watched him grow, the harder it became to stay away.

You were satisfied with your parental arrangement with Michael and thankful for the private friendship you could share as you'd both agreed to keep the identity of the baby's mother confidential.

It didn't matter if the family unit was nuclear or orthodox, just as long as Liam was loved as every child should be.

Before you could knock, the doors opened and you were greeted by Carol, a member of the house staff.

"Hello, Ms. Y/N," she smiles, glancing at her watch. "We were expecting you a little earlier. I'll let Mr. Jackson know you're here,"

You place your purse on the foyer coat rack, smiling politely.