1989
Even though Michael had said we were going home, we never did.
Not yet, at least..
Michael was still on the Bad Tour.
Well the last of his shows.
I smiled widely, resting my head on Michael's shoulder as I held onto Rose.
My baby.. She's now seven months old. My god, how time flies.
She has the cutest curls!
"Michael, when are we going home again?" I softly asked.
"In a few days, baby." He smiled.
I smirked, "Do you remember when you told me about your friend...Ryan White, I believe?" I softly asked.
"Yeah?" Michael replied.
I licked my lips, "Maybe you two should talk and hang out again once we get home." I said.
Michael smiled, "That sounds like a great idea, Mia." He said.
I blushed, "Just... Don't tell him about my condition, please." I sternly said, feeling a little embarrassed.
Michael nodded, "Of course, baby. That's your privacy." He said.
I smiled slightly, "Thank you." I mumbled.
"You know, I love children, obviously.. But you know why I like Ryan the most?" Michael blurted.
"Why is that?" I curiously asked.
Michael cleared his throat, "Because he treats me like a normal person." He said.
I frowned, feeling heaviness go in my chest. "Michael, that's because you are a normal person." I sighed.
"No, you don't understand, Mia. Most people meet me and treat me different because I'm 'Michael Jackson, the superstar.' Nobody ever thinks of me as 'Michael Jackson, the human being.'" He frowned.
"The cameras are always in my way with the media. I don't get any privacy anymore.." He mumbled.
"Michael, that is sadly the price of being a musician." I said.
Michael glared at me, "I doubt any celebrity has it as bad as I do.." He said.
I frowned, "Ryan probably does." I pointed out.
"He's a child, not a celebrity." Michael sternly said.
I sighed, "Michael, it's just a con of being famous. I don't know what to really say about it.." I softly said.
"See, not even you c-"
"Just ignore them, baby. I'm here." I smiled.
Michael softly sighed, "I know b-"
"You've got Whitney, your family, Elizabeth and even Ryan. You are a normal human, darling. Ain't nobody is gonna change that." I warmly smiled at him.
Michael smiled slightly at me, "Thank you, baby.." He softly said, planting a small kiss on my cheek.
I blushed, "Why are you so worried about what the media thinks anyway?" I asked.
Michael frowned, "They change the truth into lies. I hate lies, Mia. And you of all people know that." He glared at me.
I frowned slightly, feeling guilty. "Yeah.." I mumbled. "I know."
Michael softly sighed, "I'm worried about our privacy as a family now, babe. Have you even seen the newspapers lately?" He said, getting irritated.
I sighed, "Baby, I thought you never read the news." I pointed out.
"Usually I don't if it involves me but this involves you too." He said, grabbing a newspaper from the left of him as he threw it on the coffee table.
"Read it." He sternly said.
I sighed, gently handing Rose to Michael.
I grabbed onto the newspaper as Michael bounced Rose on his knee.
Rose let out a giggle.
I slowly read the tittles.
Wacko Jacko caught with girlfriend and child?
Michael Jackson's secret baby.
Billie Jean Is Michael Jackson's Lover.
I gulped as I flipped through the rest of the papers.
Michael Jackson Married With Children- Insider Says All!
I threw the papers on the ground as I stood up.
"See what I mean!" Michael said, patting Rose's back.
I flared my nostrils as I stomped my feet out of the bedroom. "Now you've pissed me off." I growled.
"Baby, where are you going?!" I heard Michael call out for me.
I huffed, slouching down on the couch, covering my face.
"Mia, I-" Michael ran out as he found me on the couch.
"Michael, are you trying to tell me something?" I said, gritting my teeth.
Michael walked closer to me, "Baby, of course not!" He pleaded, kneeling in front of me.
I put my hands down, "Why won't you just tell the public about us already? If you just did that then things would be less complicated." I explained.
"It doesn't work like that, Mia. It's much more complicated than that." Michael sternly said.
I sighed, "Then what?!" I raised my voice.
Michael's eyes widened as he watched me.
"Would it just be easier for you if I grabbed Rose and left? Hm?" I said irritatingly.
Michael's eyes widened more, "W-What?! No, Mia! I want you to stay!" He raised his voice back.
I got up from the couch, "Michael, it seems like that would be the best choice then. Isn't it?" I hissed, walking down the small hallway in the hotel.
"Mia, no, no!" Michael shouted as he ran after me.
I continued to stomp my feet, ignoring Michael as I walked towards the bedroom.
"Mia, just listen to me!" Michael yelled.
I sighed loudly as Michael harshly turned me around.
Michael held onto my arms as he looked me in the eyes.
"Baby, listen.." He calmly said.
I glared at him.
"This is exactly what the tabloids want. Babe, I don't need anybody else. I-I need you, Mia." Michael said as his eyes glassed up.
"I-I don't care about the tabloids, I ju-"
"Then why did you show those to me? Do you really have to prove a point? What kind of damn point is that?!" I exclaimed.
"Mia, you're taking everything the wrong way, baby. I don't want you to leave. You can't leave me!" Michael begged, holding onto my hands.
"I-If you want me to go public with you then I will." He said with sincere as he dropped to his knees.
I gulped, "Michael, don't.." I mumbled.
"What do you want me to do then, baby?" He pleaded.
"Michael, I'm sorry. I-" I sighed loudly.
"I know how the tabloids are with you, I should've understood that better." I admitted.
"I know they are stressful but babe, putting the stress to everyone else around you won't solve anything." I calmly said.
Michael slowly nodded, "I understand.." He softly said.
I softly sighed, staring at the ground. "You should probably get going. You have a concert in a few hours." I pointed out.
Michael smirked, "You're coming too, aren't you?"
I frowned, "Debbie can't make it tonight. I have to stay with Rose." I sadly said.
"Oh." Michael's smile slowly disappeared.
We froze there in silence.
I furrowed my eyebrows at Michael, "Baby?" I asked.
"Hm?" Michael looked at me.
"Why are you still on your knees?" I smirked.
Michael blushed as he smiled widely. "I was looking for a better time to do this..." He mumbled, as he positioned himself on one knee.
I let out a soft gasp. "Michael, what are you d-"
"Mia.." Michael cooed, looking into my eyes.
I shut my mouth, not knowing how to react.
"I know we haven't been going out for that long... But ever since I met you, I knew I'd always love you." He smiled widely at me.
I felt my face heat up.
"I want you to be my forever. I-I know you are my forever. We've been through so much and it only proves just how strong we are together." He said with sincere.
"Michael.." I whispered, feeling my eyes start to water.
Michael reached in his jacket pocket as he pulled a small box.
"Mia Gordy.." He blushed, slowly opening the box.
"Will you make me the luckiest man ever and marry me?" Michael grinned widely, holding onto my one hand.
I bit my lip as tears started to fall. "Oh Michael.." I whimpered.
"Yes." I softly said.
If it was even possible, Michael smiled even more as he slowly got up from his knees.
I've never seen him so happy..
He held onto my left hand, sliding the engagement ring on it.
"It's so beautiful.." I said in awe, staring at the ring.
I bit my lip. "I love you so much, Michael." I softly said.
Michael caressed my face, "I love you too, cupcakes." Michael smirked, kissing my lips.
I laughed, "Where did you get cupcakes from?"
Michael bit his lip as he moved his hands around me.
His hands made it to the front of my body, slowly moving up as he touched my chest.
I gasped, "Mr. Jackson!" I giggled.
Michael blushed deeply, "I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs. Jackson." He smiled, kissing my lips with passion.
I giggled as we embraced each other.