*23rd December, 1988, Christmas Eve Eve*
Me and Michael are getting married! We're going to be getting married! I'm so excited, he proposed to me in the Eiffel Tower!
That first day, when Michael said "It'll be our last holiday as boyfriend and girlfriend," that was because it was the last holiday we would have without being married!
Now we're back home, after the best birthday ever. We've only been home about an hour, so we're pretty tired and.. jetlaggy.
No one knows we're getting married but us. Gosh, I can't wait to tell everyone, Emma, the Jax boys and Michael's family. I won't bother telling my brothers. They won't care anyway.
"Oh, Michael, when can we tell everyone?" I ask excitedly. Michael chuckles.
"Look, we're gonna tell everyone tomorrow. We're having a Christmas Eve party. We'll tell everyone then. I promise, ok?" Michael replies.
We're sat on the sofa at Michael's house.
"Ok, Michael. Oh, I'm so excited! It's so close to Christmas!" I squeal.
Michael chuckles.
"You're really excited, huh?" he says. I nod and shake his arm.
"Very excited! I love Christmas, it's my favourite holiday of the year," I say.
"I've spent two Christmases with you, and you've never been so excited about it before," Michael says.
"That's because I wasn't pregnant, getting married, and safe of being shot this time last year. A lot has changed," I smile.
Michael places his arm around me.
"This is gonna be a good Christmas. I'm sorry that it won't be as good as your birthday, but, it'll still be cute," he says innocently.
"You don't have to get me anything," I say. "You got me enough for my birthday."
"Oh, baby, of course I'm gonna get you something. It won't be huge, but I'll get you something. I'm normally more organised than this, but, I'll get you something before Christmas Day," Michael assures me.
"You don't have to get me anything. I have everything I want. You, a child on the way, the knowledge that we're getting married.. I just wish I had my parents.. my father won't be able to give me away, and my mother won't be able to see me in my wedding dress. It was always her dream to see my wedding day. She always dreamt of what my dress would look like, how beautiful I'd be. But now, that's never gonna happen.." I frown.
"I'm sorry about your parents.. but you never told me how they passed away.. if you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Michael asks sympathetically.
I sigh and my mind goes back to the day I found out they'd died.
*flashback to 3rd June, 1978*
"We'll be back in a few days," mom says, kissing my cheek.
"I'm gonna miss you, mommy," my 7-year-old brother Ryan cries, holding onto mum's leg tightly and crying a little.
"We'll be back before you know it," dad says, kissing my 12-year-old brother Jack's forehead.
I hug mom, then dad.
"Good luck, in whatever you're doing," I say.
"Oh, it's just a simple business trip. Me and your father won't see each other for the first couple days, we both have to go to different places. But we'll see each other at nights. And, good luck with your grandmother, she'll be looking after you while we're gone," mom explains. I smile faintly.
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You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson
Fanfiction[Michael Jackson Fanfiction Awards winner 2016.] Bad Era - 1987. Becky Costello is a young adult in college. At this college is a ruthless gang known as The Jax. Breathe on them and you're in their debt - that's how much they mean business. When a n...
