You observed your reflection in the mirror, letting out a sigh. You wore a large sweater over jeans, and you had to admit - you were rather satisfied with the way you looked. Your husband, Michael, was at the studio - working on his upcoming album, Dangerous.
You had decided that you would go and visit him, especially since most of his time was spent there.
With yet another sigh, you ran your hands over your thighs before grabbing your handbag. You made your way out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. As you descended the staircase, you saw Carol - one of the maids - dusting off the main bookshelf.
When she saw you, she smiled. Carol wasn't just a maid. She was the chief of staff, and a mother figure for you.
"And where are you off to?" she questioned softly.
"I'm going to see Michael," you laughed a little, waving at her.
"Okay! Take care!" she called after you as you walked out of the mansion.
Upon arriving at the studio, you were extremely excited. You walked through the doors, being greeted by the guards. Fiddling with your wedding ring, you made your way along the corridors - eventually stopping outside of the studio door. Since you could see through the glass window, you had the perfect view of your husband.
He was seated with Quincy, scribbling on a piece of paper. A small smile appeared on your face as you knocked against the door. Michael and Quincy looked up as you opened the door.
"Hi, sorry to disturb," you whispered, walking in and shutting the door. Quincy chuckled and stood up, holding his hand out for you to shake.
"No, not at all," he smiled as you shook his hand.
Michael's eyes were on you, and you could tell that he was happy to see you.
"Sit down with us," Michael grinned at you. "Help me brainstorm," he laughed a little.
Quincy sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants before sitting down again.
"So," you inhaled deeply. "How can I help?"
By the end of the day, everyone was mentally drained. You had done your best to help Michael, and your efforts had proven fruitful. However, at present moment - all you wanted to do was go home and sleep.
As you all packed up, Quincy said his goodbyes before walking out of the studio - shutting the door behind him.
"Ah," Michael shook his head as he rearranged the items on the desk that he had previously been using. "Today was a long day," he straightened up, turning to face you.
You smiled as he pulled you close, planting a chaste kiss on your lips.
"I'm so lucky to have you as my wife," he whispered.
"I'm even luckier to have you as my husband," you breathed.
"I'm the luckiest human being on the face of the earth to have you," he winked.
With that, the two of you exited the studio - hand in hand. Outside, the fans had gathered in large numbers. Bill, the head of security, was waiting at the main doorway - ready to guide you and Michael to the car.
The fans screamed, and chanted Michael's name as Bill guided you both to the large, black car. Once the pair of you were safely inside, Bill shut the doors and got into the driver's seat.
In no time, the vehicle was moving, and you laughed a little - shaking your head. The commotion never got old.
"It never gets old," Michael turned to face you, grinning.
"It never does,"
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