It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Eighty-Eight

I sit around the studio, watching Michael set his microphone and music up.

The Dangerous album is in session.. I grin.

It's now February, almost a month ago Michael and I went to see the doctor for April. We still have heard nothing from Doctor Murray. His time is running up, it's almost been two weeks.

I'm not sure if I can wa-

" Hey, Mia!" Michael calls for me.

I stand up suddenly, "Yeah, baby?" I call back.

"Come 'ere." Michael grins, motioning me to come closer to him.

I smirk, rushing towards Michael.

Whatever you say, baby.

I look up at him.

Michael smirks, "Oo.. Your big brown eyes win me over every time." He shyly says.

I blush, "What do you need, Michael?" I giggle.

Michael smirks, "In this song, I need you to speak some parts.. Let me give you the lyrics." He explains, grabbing a small piece of paper from his back pocket.

I furrow my eyebrows, gently taking the piece of paper from him.

I look up at him.

"It's called In The Closet." Michael grins.

That's an interesting title.

I smirk, quickly opening the small piece of paper.

I scan through the lyrics, suddenly gasping.

"Oh my gosh, Michael!" I gasp.

Michael chuckles, "What?" He says, acting innocent.

I feel my face heat up. "Michael, babe, is this song sexual?" I blurt out.

Michael bites his lips. His face turns bright red.

"Let's just say this..." He slowly says, pulling me towards him.

I raise my eyebrows. Oh, I can't wait to hear this..

"This song is about us." He slowly says.

I smirk, feeling a little embarrassed. "Oh boy.." I mumble, covering my face.

Michael chuckles, "I'm sure you don't want some random lady speaking these words to your husband!" Michael points out.

I smirk, putting my hand down.

You've gotta point there, Jackson. 

Michael pouts. "Do me this favor?" He begs.

I smile. I can't believe I'm doing this. "Fine, you win." I blandly say.

Michael smiles widely, "Alright! Great! Now, I want you to go stand by that microphone over there-" He says, pointing to one corner.

I nod, biting my lip.

"I'll give you the cue when to come in, just watch me." He devilishly grins.

I glance at him. Don't get cocky.

"I need you to feel the music, alright? Just like you would when dancing.. Just think about us, Mia." He grins.

I nod. Think about our marriage? The one that's a secret of what we do in our spare time, Michael? Okay.

"Got it." I simply say.

Michael grins, "Perfect." I hear him whisper.

Michael gently pushes me towards the microphone. "Let's do this!" He cheers.