"Can't wait to be home" Michael grumbled at me with a small smile. He turned his head slowly towards me from his position on the hospital bed, his nose red as he's sniffling but his big brown eyes bright and hopeful. I smiled in sympathy at him and stood up to pet his soft head of curls and he grinned and turned away from me, back to the window "awww I know! You hate this place, but you'll only be suffering from the smell of fellow sick people for about two more days babe" I replied playfully, making him giggle until he fell silent. After a few moments he perked up in excitement suddenly. "look at those flowers out there. I like the lavender, they smell the prettiest. Reminds me of the perfume I bought you from Paris too!" He exclaimed in the most adorable tone of voice. "I remember the smell very well Hun! it reminds me of the air they had there when you took me...floral shops and bakeries on almost every street, the combined smells of sweets and flowers..." I say then trail off, moving my hand from his hair to his cheek to pinch so slightly, truly smiling down at him at the memory, moving a curl from his face. 

Michael continued for me "and the smell of all kinds of freshly baked bread, the kids laughing, and the strangely sweet smelling cigar smoke. It's so magical to me. How the world emits so much beauty. From the smells to the beautiful colors of nature. I never get enough, a lot of people pretend to understand what I mean when I talk about how I feel about the world you know, thinking I'm talking weirdly, just to analyze me. I know you really get it though." He says turning back to me, his cheeks starting to blush at the realization of my touch on them. I nod in agreement. "Of course Michael, the world could be more beautiful if more people thought like us baby." I whisper to him, gently rubbing my fingers under his chin. After another few silent minutes,He looks up at me, blinking slowly then giggles quietly, shyly ducking his head under the covers, feeling tickled from my touch. I giggle along with him, tickling him, turning his soft giggle into his beautiful overjoyed laugh. After I slowly pull the covers back off his face I give him a slow, passionate kiss on the lips. he replies by holding my head, making me stay in my place where I'm bent over right above his face. "I promise many more trips to wherever you want. We gotta see this whole, beautiful world together. I don't wanna see it all, without you." I smile at the promise of his words. "And I promise we'll always wander this world together."
We both laugh. He moves over and pets the space on the hospital bed he makes for me. I lay down next to him, both of our gazes looking back outside at the beautiful lavender.

"this is major Tom to ground control... I'm stepping through the doooor, and I'm floating in the most peculiarrr wayyy. and the stars look very different todaayyy." Michael sings barely above a whisper cheerily, gently dragging a piece of straw on her hair."You know that song don't you? space oddity? David Bowie?" He asks her, twirling a piece of straw in his hand. They're laying in the grass in the backyard of Neverland, everything quiet besides the distant sounds of the countless animals he had there, his breathing, and to her from how she's laying on him, the sound of his steady heartbeat on her ear, feeling calm and mellow with the feeling of his chest rising and falling. 

She raised herself up and sat on top of him and held his hand with the straw in it and rubbed it gently in hers. She looked up at the starry night sky then smiled back down at him. She kissed his hand and put it down on his stomach. Then, as he stared up at her, the small wind blowing in his face, she moved hair out of his face as she sang in response "for hereee, I am sitting in a tin cannn, farrr aboveee the worrlldd" 
Michael smiles big at her and continues "planet earth is blue and there's nothing I can doooo". He sits up and holds her close, holding her against his chest. She shivers at the warmth and firmness of his body. she hooks her arms under his shoulders and hugs gently. "Though I'm past 1000 miles, I'm feelin very stillll, and I think my spaceship knows which way to goooo. Tell my wife I love her very much -" 

"She knowwsss!" She interrupts singing the next line with enthusiasm and they both crack up laughing for a second. She leans in rubbing her nose against his and Michael blushes happily. She holds his face in her hands and rubs his thumbs on his soft, blushing cheeks. Michael looks down grinning and his hair falls over her hands that are still rubbing over his face. He looks up to her and the steady wind blows again as he lays back down slowly and looks up at the starry sky again.

She moves off his lap and lays next to him. They look at the bright stars gleaming down at them together. She takes a deep happy sigh and continues to sing slowly. "Ground control to major Tom your circuit's dead, there's something wrong, can you hear me major Tom? Can you hear me major Tom? Can you hear me major Tom?" She stops and look over at him, wanting to hear him finish the line. She pets the space of grass in between them. "can you.... heaarrr, I am floating round my tin cannnn, far above the mooooon, planet earth is blueee and there's nothing I can dooo." he finishes and smiles at her. 

"so you see, of course I know that song. So beautifully written. Sounds like something you definitely could have done." She whispers, rolling over to rub his stomach. He smiles appreciatively and admits : "sure wish I did, it's a beautiful classic really. I love a song that can tell a story."She looks up at his face, noticing how the dim starlight really brings out the gleam in his eyes. They're quiet for a moment, listening to the wind blow through the grass. "I wanna go to space." She admits, thinking of the spacemen exploring the depths of the universe. "We could go. We could go anywhere." Michael replies, smiling again at the thought. In that moment she swears it was the magic in his eyes, the happy spring in his step, is what makes her love to dream. Love to imagine. 
"Can I travel with you on tour?" She asks, starting small with a simple following him on tour.

"Of course! If you really want to. but I'm telling you it can get pretty crazy for me on tour. It's a real profound bond between me and my loyal subjects!" He says playfully and she laughs at his reference of being called the king of pop. "I can handle it. Trust me." She assures him, tapping her finger on his nose. "It's a strong challenge you're accepting. We'll see how long you last with all the hectic traveling and the jet lag!" He jokes. "Whatever! you're on loser!" She exclaims quickly leaning over to blow a quick raspberry on his cheek before she gets up and sprints away playfully. "Ewwwww!" He responds laughing and rubbing his cheeks as he gets up himself, chasing her around the field while the stars twinkle one by one in the dark sky.

"Daddy?" Mikayla calls out for the 4th time, her little bright round eyes still gleaming from the fact that she obviously just woke up. she clutches her tiger plushie that her mommy and daddy bought her for her 3rd birthday a few months ago. She's walking down probably the longest hallway in Neverland, trying to find her daddy and mommy's room. It's such a big house, she doesn't like the fact it's so big sometimes. Sure, sometimes she could play some really fun games of hide and seek in such a big place, go on made up adventures with daddy outside of it, play queen and princess of the castle with mommy in her huge toy room, and touch all the countless shiny things that daddy says is dangerous and to be careful with them, but when she wants to see them, especially this late, when everything looks all big and scary like in the movies, she doesn't like this very much.

Mikayla hears footsteps echoing down the dark hallway. She can't see down there, since the bit of moonlight that is coming through the window ends soon. She stops at the very end of where the light ends and whimpers continuously. Her small body shakes just a bit as she clutches her tiger plushie tighter and her eyes widen. Soon the figure she heard the footsteps from rises out of the darkness. "Mommy?!" her face lights up with relief and she smiles and runs as her mommy appears. She runs to her and let's her mommy scoop her into her arms. "baby? What's wrong? Why are you up this late hmm?" She whispers to Mikalya, moving her coarse curly hair from her forehead to kiss it, cradling her carefully in her arms and laying her head on her shoulder as she rubs her back. 

"I jus' want some ice cream please." Mikayla replies sleepily, her eyes hopeful and her cheeks blushing. Her mother laughs and squeezes her affectionately in a hug. "Let's go ask daddy okay?" She replies, not liking to tell her little angel no. Michael and herself have been the kind of parents to constantly spoil their kids. Especially because she deserves the world. "Yes! okay where's daddy?" She asks, lifting her head up from her mother's shoulder, petting her small plushie in her arms. Suddenly, all the lights in Neverland come on, making everything look as beautiful, and never scary, as Mikayla remembers. "Wow!" She exclaims looking around like the place like the lights turning on is the most magical thing she's ever experienced. 

"You hear that? Our princess of the castle says she wants some ice cream!" Michael says, coming around the corner of the long hallway smiling, approaching Mikalya and her mother. "Yes please! Hi Daddy!" She almost screams excitedly. Michael removes her from her mother's arms and puts her into his. "Hello princess! Mommy and I will get you a little ice cream but then you gotta get some sleep okay? He says while all three of them are walking down the hallway. His wife smiles as she crossed her hands behind her back and followed them cheerfully.

As Mikayla is humming a little song her mother taught to her while eating her ice cream, and making a show of trying to feed her tiger plushie some of it, her parents sit on the couch outside of the kitchen, watching her closely. Michael then takes his attention away from her to lean over and give her mother a quick kiss on the mouth. He puts an arm around her and makes her lean in close and she snuggles into his warmth. "You can go back to bed if you want to baby, I'll watch 'Kayla while she eats." Michael offers, gently pinching her cheekbones. "Hmm no, wanna stay." She mumbles sleepily, becoming more comfortable being held in his arms then she already thought she would.

Michael laughs softly and looks up at Mikayla, still humming happily and eating the bits left of her ice cream. "Almost all I could get you to eat was ice cream when you were pregnant. Remember that? Ice cream and pretzels mostly." His wife smiles into his chest when the memory was bought up. "and I tried to get you to try strawberry yogurt  on short ribs. I'm still gonna get you to try too!" She replies cheerfully. "You keep dreaming on that!" Michael replies, a fake disgusted look on his face. He continues, "Even now you still got those weird cravings. You past them on to Mikkey too. I mean who even eats avocados in their ice cream?" Michael laughs again and flinches and says "ouch!" In a fake pain tone when his wife pinches his thigh and tells him to shut up. "Hey she's just different that's all, she's something special." She says, looking over to see that she's finished eating the ice cream and she's just quietly  playing with her tiger plushie now. "Of course she is, a creative mind full of wonder like us." Michael proudly says, twirling a piece of his hair in his hands as he looks down at Mikayla's mother almost falling to sleep in his lap.

Soon, His wife yawns sleepily as she sits up calling Mikayla over to them. She rushes over to them happily and rubs her eyes and tells them she's sleepy. They both look at each other and her mother holds and kisses her. "Okay baby, we can go alright?" She says. "Come on Mikk. Let's get you to bed okay? and tomorrow we can see about moving you closer to me and mommy's room okay?" Michael says in Mikayla's ear, loud enough so his wife can hear as he picks her up. "Finally!" Mikayla replies, wrapping her little arms around her daddy's shoulders, careful not to drop her tiger plushie.

Once they have the door to her room closed, they're walking back to their room. "So, why wouldn't we have her close to our room in the first place?" His wife asks, laughing at how silly it is to not have that be in the first place. Michael looks down and smiles as he turned the lights to Neverland back off and came back to open the door to their room for her to walk in before him. "Because my first thought was I wanted her to be close to her toy room, remember that?" He said. "Oh yeah!" She replies as she remembers. They lay down together again and Michael rubs her stomach. "you looked so good carrying our baby, we'll have to work on getting you like that again."  Michael says lowly, kissing her forehead.  And she replies biting her lip, barely above a whisper, "I'd love that."

"You need anything Mr. Jackson?" 

"well, (*giggle*) I guess just some cold water and uhhh...cake. Chocolate cake?" Michael replied then looked up at the backstage assistant, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Of course!" The backstage assistant responded, quickly running to retrieve his requests. He stands up and sighs as we walks over to his mirror and fixes his hair and stares at his face for a few moments. Michael's wife looks up from her magazine and watches him. She puts it down and crosses her legs and puts her hands on her lap. "Nice guy." She simply announces and smiles. He looks over at her and leans against the mirror.

"Oh Charli? Yeah Charli's a good man. The days when I came here to rehearse he was always very kind to me. Yet these days I've always been very careful about trusting people just because they're kind to me. I always see the good in everyone of course, but I like to keep my circle small, you know?" Michael gives a smile of his own and sits on the couch next to his wife, then laying his head in her lap. She giggles at him and places her hand on his face, gently thumbing his cheekbone.

"Yeah hopefully you keep your circle of women small too!" She says joking with him, trying to lighten the mood. They both laugh as she leans down to place a kiss on his forehead. "What women? You know good and well there isn't any!..... Okay well... At least not much." He says back, joking also. She gasps and gently smacks his shoulder.  "oh whatever!" She snaps back, faking anger. "I know you'd kill me if you caught me doing that. don't worry though you have nothing to worry about and that's for real." Michael states, picking his fingernails. "I knowww... and no I'd kill that woman!" She says back.

"Whattt? Why? I thought the woman would kill the man for cheating in the movies." 

"Well that's different. The man's not incredibly famous in the movies, no woman could have possibly known he had a wife. but youuu are Michael Jackson. I'm sure every female fan knows by now you are spoken for. In fact they're raging with jealousy about it. So I'd kill her.... Then you!" She says laughing again. 

"Heyyy! God you are crazy! why not just kill me and let her live? I'm the one that cheated right?!" Michael says through his laughter. "Because I'm too jealous and petty for that. She gotta be eliminated too." she replies matter of factly. "I don't blame you im a pretty amazing person to have around." Michael says. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, petting her hands soothingly through his hair. "Can't argue with that." She whispers back quietly.

"The chocolate cake is for you by the way."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah i know you're like obsessed with it."

"Oh shut up it's only a slight obsession! it's very satisfying to have for your information."
He giggles again before sitting up at the sound of the knocking at the door. He answers and kindly smiles and thanks Charli as he hands Michael two huge slices of chocolate cake and a case of cold water bottles. He hands the cake and some water to his wife and watches as her eyes light up at the two huge slices and how amazingly gourmet  they look.

"Slight obsession huh?" He says, sitting back down next to her, smiling at how adorable she looks as she is almost already halfway done the first piece.  

"I can quit anytime I want okay shut up." She says, mouth full of cake. 
He kisses her forehead and stands up again. he checks the time. He has to leave for his performance. He looks back at her as he opens the door, and she smiles and waves. She winks at him and Michael smiles back stepping out and gently closes the door.