Gloria stayed in the Los Angeles area for a few more days visiting with Annie and Michael and their kids and spending some quality time with her daughter. But soon she had to get back to her duties at the Toy Shoppe. However Gloria was overjoyed when Suzie decided to fly back with her and spend some more time with her mother in New York. Suzie assured both Annie and the Reverend Lewis that she would be back soon. Suzie was anxious to start over again with Annie and become closer to her and Michael and their kids. Although she was enjoying her new found purpose at the Church of Hope and couldn’t wait to return, she thought at this time spending more time with her mother would only help to strengthen both her bond with her mother and her new self image. The Reverend was gratified because she had become an important part of the little church’s mission.
The next week marked the middle of August. Annie was approximately 5 months pregnant and she and Michael would be going to see Dr. Christina together for her next scheduled appointment. The Doctor would be performing another ultra sound. This would be the one where they would determine the sex of the baby but both Annie and Michael had come to an agreement that they did not want it revealed to them.
They had told the kids that this was their decision and of course the children readily agreed that it would be fun to have it be a surprise. On the day of the appointment it was decided that Prince, Paris and Blanket would spend the day at Hayvenhurst with their grandmother and some of their other cousins. This way Michael and Annie could spend the entire day together, alone.
It was a lovely morning as the Jackson family gathered together to have breakfast with each other before they parted for the day. There was the usual amount of laughter and talking that occurred when they were together. Today of course they were discussing the new baby. “Annie, are you sure you don’t want to know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Blanket asked shyly. “Yes Little Michael I am sure. Why do you ask sweetie?” “Well I guess I was just wondering how we will be able to know what to give the new baby for its birthday,” he asked. “Good point Annie,” Michael teased. She looked over at him and smiled and he winked. “Well Blanket I think it’s very thoughtful of you to be concerned about what kind of gifts to give the baby but I think the best gift that you can give is the gift of love. He or she will be quite small and not quite ready to play with toys right away anyways honey. And then next year when the baby turns one year old you can give him or her a more meaningful gift. How’s that sound sweetie?” “That sounds good Annie!” Blanket said with a big smile on his face.
And then Paris spoke up, “Blanket, Prince and I will show you how to hold the baby and how to give the baby snuggles and kisses so that you can show the baby lots of love!” Then Michael spoke up again, “How about diaper duty—Annie will need lots of help with that also and I think all of you are old enough to give it a try!” “I don’t know about that dad! I think I will stick to the snuggling and kissing that Paris was talking about! And besides isn’t that one of the jobs that the father is supposed to help with?” Prince said. They all started to laugh, and the look on Blanket’s face was priceless Annie thought! Then Blanket chimed in, “I will help you daddy if you show me how!” He probably didn’t realize what he was getting himself into, Annie thought, he just knew he wanted to help daddy! “That a boy Blanket, I knew we could count on you,” Michael said.
“Well I know all of you will chip in some way or another and I know for sure that you will all show the baby lots of love because I feel lots of love from all of you everyday!” Annie said. Then all three kids got up and gathered around Annie and gave her a great big hug. “Hey what about me, I feel left out!” Michael said in a sad and pathetic voice. Paris giggled and said, “Well daddy when you have a baby we will treat you the same way!” “Well I know when I am not welcome,” Michael said in mock anger and started to get up and walk out of the kitchen, but he didn’t get too far before all three of them jumped him from behind and Michael let himself be dragged down onto the ground as they tickled him relentlessly.
As usual Bill was the voice of reason, “Okay let’s get this show on the road, the car to Hayvenhurst is leaving in five minutes. “Oh boy better get up and listen to Bill before you get left behind,” Michael said giggling as hard if not harder, than his three children. They all got up in a hurry and ran from the room towards the stairs in order to retrieve their stuff that they were taking to grandma’s house.
When Bill came back from Hayvenhurst he then took Annie and Michael to Dr. Christina’s office. As they exited the gates of the mansion there was the usual group of fans screaming and shouting, trying to get Michael’s attention. As usual Annie felt a chill go through her. Michael said they were just fans, but it still frightened her a little bit seeing groups of people milling outside the gates, wanting to observe them, wanting to talk to Michael, wanting to take pictures of them. Michael seemed oblivious. He had his arm loosely around Annie and was casually looking at a book that he had brought along. He said it was to keep him occupied while Annie was alone with the doctor. “Anything wrong, my love?” he asked her. Michael noticed that her brow was furrowed and he felt the slight tremble go through her body. “Nothing, Michael, I am fine,” Annie said smiling at him, but she snuggled closer under the protective feel of his arm.
Dr. Christina welcomed them warmly and the appointment started right on time. She gave Annie a thorough check up and then they performed the ultra sound. Afterwards they sat together in Dr. Christina’s office as she went over the results with them. “Okay so you don’t want to know the sex of the baby, correct mommy and daddy?” “Yes doctor,” both Annie and Michael said together. Dr. Christina observed as Michael held Annie’s hand. She marveled yet again how truly in love they were. If the world could only see these two together there should be no doubt about Michael Jackson’s ability to have a normal, adult relationship with a woman. “Everything else is looking very normal and the development of the baby is right on schedule. All organs are developing as normal, heart, kidneys, stomach; no apparent birth defects. I measured the head, the femur and the abdomen and the baby’s growth is perfectly normal. And as I said in the examination room, I observed ten little toes and ten little fingers. So I want you to relax and continue to pay attention to your diet and make sure you get plenty of sleep and remember to take your vitamins Annie. All right?” “Yes Doctor Christina,” Annie said softly. “Now do you two have any other questions for me?” They both nodded their heads no. “Good. Then we will see you next month.” And then the appointment was over.
“Michael I do have a question for you. Not regarding Annie or the baby. Something of a more personal nature,” Dr. Christina said as they both got up to shake her hand and say their goodbyes. “Do you wish for an autograph or something like that Dr. Christina? Because it would be my pleasure to do anything for you,” Michael said warmly. She laughed lightly, “Well actually I am looking for some conversation about Africa. I am planning a humanitarian trip there next year and I was hoping I could pick your brain because I know you have done some humanitarian work there.” “Wow, sure, I would love to talk to you about Africa. Why don’t we arrange a date for the future or I could even talk to you on the phone. Anything you need Doctor,” Michael said with a big smile on his face. “Good. How about I give you a call next week with some of my questions and perhaps you can advise me.” They shook hands and then the couple prepared to leave the doctor’s office.
Bill saw the throng of paparazzi that had gathered outside of the doctor's office. It was the usual sleaze. He surmised that they had decided to pay attention to Michael again after a short absence. When they came in, nothing, now as they were leaving a hoard. His guess was that someone must have tipped them off. It seemed as though there was going to be a renewed interest in Michael Jackson, especially now that Annie was being seen more and more in the company of Michael and his children. And now they were at a prominent OB/GYN's office.
He went back to Michael and whispered in his ear the situation. Michael turned to Annie and said "There's a group of photographers outside Annie. I want you to take my hand. I will lead the way and Bill will be right behind you okay?" Annie swallowed hard. This was what she had feared most since she moved to California to be with him. It was her greatest fear and anxiety that she had being associated with him. She had not discussed it with Michael and now wished that she had because she was not "okay" with it. But what was she to do? They had to leave and she did not want to appear scared or doubtful in front on him. "Okay Michael," she said, trying to hide the fear and trepidation in her voice.
Michael could sense that it was not okay but they would have to deal with it once they were inside of the vehicle. He had no idea how deep her fears were though because otherwise he would have sat her down right then and there and reassured her and let her take all the time that she needed, so that what happened next could have been avoided.
They left the safety of the office building and the flashes from the cameras and the shouts of the photographers were like an assault on her senses. She looked ahead to Michael's back and he seemed oblivious to it all. Though she guessed he was used to it. She could feel Bill behind her pushing her forward and all of sudden she lost her balance and almost tripped. But Bill caught her before she went down. However in that moment she lost Michael's hand and he continued on through the throng. She could feel all eyes were on her and she could not help but hear the voices. "Hey honey, look this way. Are you and Michael sleeping together? Are you the new nanny? Are you pregnant with Jacko's baby? Are you sleeping with the King of Pop? What's it like, was it a Thriller! Hey sweetheart look up! Give us a smile babe!" She felt so helpless and then she felt Bill's hand on her elbow pushing her forward. "Ignore them kid. Just keep walking."
When they got to the car door it was closed. And Bill hurriedly opened it up for her and practically shoved her inside.
Once inside she had trouble composing herself and started to cry. She could feel the hot tears flowing down her face like a river. Michael turned to her and reached for her but Annie was scared and angry and lashed out at him almost immediately. "No! Don't come near me Michael!" "Annie, my love, let me hold you girl!" Michael entreated. "Michael, you let go of my hand. Why did you do that Michael?" Annie sobbed. "I didn't do it on purpose baby," Michael said his brows furrowing. "Did you hear what they were saying to me Michael...they were asking if I was the new nanny...and they were saying..." she broke off talking and just continuing sobbing. Again Michael reached for her—this time sliding on the seat towards her but she moved closer to the window and said, "No Michael. Give me some space. I just want to go home!" "We are on our way home now Annie my sweet girl," he said in a soothing voice. "No, I want to go back to New York—my home!" Annie sobbed.
Michael was stunned by that admission. He knew she was upset, but that hurt. He dropped his hand and slid back away from her to the other side of the seat. Meanwhile up front as they were maneuvering around the traffic trying to lose the paparazzi Bill cringed also. The poor kid was upset. He knew Michael was used to all of this but she obviously wasn't. Bill had come to care a great deal for her. He felt confident that she was the one that could definitely make a difference in Michael's life.
They traveled the rest of the way in complete silence...except for Annie's crying. Michael's heart was breaking. He perceived it was his fault. He should have prepared her better for this. Once they were home he would try to comfort her. But he was dismayed when they arrived and Annie stormed out of the car and ran inside. He followed her quickly into the foyer at the bottom of the stairs. He said to her, "Annie, please my sweet girl let's talk about what happened girl, please?" She turned towards him, her face wet with tears, her eyes red and swollen. "No Michael, I want to be left alone. I need some time to think about this. Please just give me some space." And then he watched her as she quickly went up the stairs.
He hesitated and then turned towards the library. He opened the door and closed it firmly behind him. If she wanted to be alone, well he wanted to be alone also. He collapsed into one of the overstuffed chairs and closed his eyes. Michael sat in the chair and tried to calm himself down. After a few minutes of feeling sorry for himself he started to think about what had just occurred. You are such an idiot, Michael said to himself. Instead of cowering in fear, you should go to her. She needs you. She is scared and feels uncertain. She needs you. But she said she wanted to be alone. So what—go to her and talk about what happened, Michael be a man! And with that Michael got up and practically sprinted out the door and up the stairs to Annie's studio.
Annie walked into her studio and closed the door firmly behind her. She walked immediately to the little white iron daybed and collapsed on to it, continuing to cry. She knew she should calm down. This couldn't possibly be good for the baby she was carrying inside her. She was just so confused and upset by what had just happened. One minute they were so happy. Doctor Christina had performed the second ultra sound on her and everything was going splendidly. She loved the doctor. She was so calming and reassuring and she treated Michael and herself with such respect. Then this happened and her golden day had turned sour. She didn't understand why Michael didn't come to her defense and she had felt abandoned by him. That's silly Annie, he didn't abandon you he was right there in the car waiting for you...but still...and then once again the sobs started. She knew she was being a silly child.
Michael walked into the room silently. He saw Annie rolled up into a ball on her little daybed, crying her eyes out, and he could feel a great pain in his heart. This was his doing and he needed to undo it immediately. He walked quietly towards her. Annie didn't hear Michael come in. But she sensed his presence almost immediately. He walked like a panther, swiftly and quietly. As he neared her she could smell his wonderful scent and she longed to be in his arms. But she stubbornly refused, at least for now.
Michael kneeled down next to the bed and began to talk to her softly in a soothing voice. "Annie, my sweet girl, please listen to me. Please don't turn me away my beautiful girl. Let me help baby. Please?" Michael said reaching out for her, caressing the back of her head and rubbing her back tenderly. Annie slowly turned around and sobbed out, "Michael," and then reached for him. Michael took her in his arms then, and slid onto the daybed as carefully as his long, lanky form could handle. He practically placed her on his lap as he held her to him. He could feel her trembling as she buried her face into his chest.
Annie buried her face into his chest, her favorite place to be. She inhaled his wonderful scent and tried to calm herself down. Michael held her tenderly in his arms, rubbing her back and rocking her gently. Annie separated herself from him slightly, she took her hands and grabbed the front of his shirt and rested her forehead on his chest. "Michael do you love me?" He felt a shudder go through his body. “Annie you know I do…I love you so much. You are like oxygen to me, the air I breathe.” Still gripping his shirt she said in a horse whisper, “Michael, why didn’t you come to my defense out there? Why did you abandon me?”
Michael rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes tightly. “I didn’t abandon you Annie. I knew Bill was right behind you and I knew that he would see to it that you would arrive safely into the vehicle.” She let go of his shirt front and laid the palms of her hands flat on his chest and looked up into his eyes and said, “Michael, I am so grateful Bill is in our lives, he watches out for you and I and our safety and the safety of our kids and I have come to have a very special place in my heart for him. But Michael,” Annie hesitated slightly but then continued on, looking deep into his eyes, “Bill is not my husband.” Michael closed his eyes. His Annie had a way of really getting to the crux of the matter. He opened his eyes up slowly and inhaled a ragged breath. He pulled her into his arms and they both sank back onto the bed. “Annie, I can’t tell you how many times I have wanted to push them and scream at them and break their cameras, but in the end it would be like blood in the water of a bunch of sharks. They would snap even more pictures and they would write even more heinous stuff.”
“Michael it’s not that I expected you to get physical with them. I understand why you would not do that. It’s just that...” she hesitated and then said, “I am being a silly child I guess.” He squeezed her tighter. In a voice thick with emotion he said, “No, you are not being a silly child Annie. I want, no, I need you to tell me what it is that is bothering you. I need to understand it Annie so that I can correct it.”
“Michael I didn’t feel like your wife. I felt like you were ignoring me…I felt like I worked for you. And that’s probably what they all think, or that I am some sort of groupie or something trailing behind you!” With this last admission she broke down and started to cry again. Michael’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces. “Annie my God I am so sorry my sweet girl.” He held her protectively in his arms and he tenderly kissed the top of her head.
As he held her and comforted her he thought about his behavior. He wrestled with his inner emotions. He had certainly not abandoned her on purpose. But she was right, she was his wife and he should have held onto her tightly and escorted her to the car himself—but instead he had left her to fend for herself or not for herself but for Bill to watch over her. That wasn’t right either. Was it? Plus he had not given her the respect that she deserved—especially in front of those scoundrels. But on the other hand they had no idea that she was his wife. They had never made it public as of yet. He closed his eyes tightly. What kind of person was he? He needed to talk this through with her. She would help him. She always did.
He pulled her slightly away from him so that he could look into her eyes. Her face was red and wet from her tears and that made him feel all the more regretful for what he had done to her or at least what she had perceived he had done to her. It doesn’t matter if she perceived it wrong Michael, you hurt her and that is what you should be concentrating on. He started to talk again, unsure of whether or not he could explain his actions. “Annie you gotta know girl that my actions were not intentional. I felt our hands separate but knowing that Bill was back there I didn’t think that it was necessary for me to turn back around so I proceeded ahead…I knew instinctively that it would be okay. I guess the only thing I can say is that I have trained myself to ignore them. I block them out completely and I become so focused on getting to the car that I don’t think about anything else. I didn’t hear what they said to you Annie, I am so sorry!”
He watched her as she inhaled and exhaled trying to calm her emotions and looked into his eyes. She spoke to him again, her voice was soft and sad and it was starting to affect Michael strongly. “Michael sometimes unintentional actions or gestures can hurt just as much or maybe even more, especially when we know the person has professed a great love to that other person.”
She continued to meet his gaze not wanting to break eye contact with him. Sometimes she felt like she was helping Michael maneuver his way through a minefield of emotions. It seemed like sometimes that life lessons that should have been cultivated at an earlier age were lost on Michael. It wasn’t his fault. She knew it was because of the way he was brought up and what was expected of him at such a very early age and the heavy responsibility of assisting his family financially from the time he was young. She knew at times Michael could be self centered to a certain degree. It was very characteristic of most artists. But it was always balanced out by his actions of kindness and generosity and love. Still sometimes she felt that because she was his wife, his lover and most of all, his very dear and trusted friend, it was all right to call him on it once in awhile. But she never wanted to hurt to him so she reached up and tenderly caressed his cheek—to soften the blow.
Michael closed his eyes and leaned his cheek into the palm of her hand. He let his mind relax a bit. Her words stung but he knew where she was coming from. He sighed heavily and then said to her, “Annie you are right. If Prince or Paris or Blanket treated you that way I would have reprimanded them. Girl, I am going to try to explain myself to you. It’s not an excuse because there is no excuse for my behavior, but sometimes I…I allow other people to pick up the slack for me.” Annie observed him closely as he closed his eyes tightly and then continued talking. “Sometimes I think that someone else will take care of it and I don’t need to worry about it because I am…” he paused and inhaled sharply and then once again continued the words coming out in a rush, “…because I am Michael Jackson.”
He opened his eyes up and he leaned in and impetuously kissed her. “Thanks for reminding me once in awhile that I am a self centered jerk! I love you very much Annie. Girl, you make me a better person. You make me think about myself in a different capacity. I should be protecting you, looking out for you, you’re my wife. And I didn’t Annie; instead I ended up hurting you. I am going to continue trying harder at being a better husband for you Annie because you deserve it girl. I am so very sorry, please forgive me girl, please Annie?”
She reached up and once again caressed his face lovingly. “Michael, I love you too my sweet boy. You needn’t be so harsh on yourself. And all is forgiven.” She bowed her head down and continued, “And besides, it’s really not all your fault Michael. All summer long I have feared the moment when I would have to face the media and the paparazzi. I wanted to talk to you about it Michael but I didn’t want you to become upset thinking that I regretted my choice to come here and be your wife. I think I lulled myself into complacency because the few times we have been out there has been no real incidents and then also when I was out with the kids it seemed so perfectly normal that I let my guard down thinking that perhaps that nothing like this would happen.”
He took his finger and tilted her face back up to look at him and then he leaned in again, kissing her lightly on her lips and then pulled her back into the protective safe haven of his arms. He kissed her tenderly on the top of her head. “Annie I fear that I have turned you into that bird in the gilded cage that you spoke of so many months ago. I only wanted to protect you girl. I thought if we didn’t make an announcement right away about our marriage that we would have time to grow stronger as a couple and as a family. But now that I think about it deeper, I feel like I have isolated you here all summer long and I fear I have made it worse for you.”
“I allowed myself to be that bird in the gilded cage Michael. I feel like here in our home I am your wife—safe and confident in my abilities to be a good wife to you and a good mother to the kids.” She pressed her face deeper into his chest and murmured, “Michael how do you ignore them? They are so hateful and snide. I felt like I was on display. I felt so vulnerable.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “Annie listen to me I know it’s tough. It’s….it’s part of my life and you are in my life and you will have to try to get used to it. I will help you Annie. What happened today was my fault but the next time it won’t be like that. I promise. Hey,” he tilted her chin up so that she was looking into his eyes as he continued, “I am so very happy and proud to be your husband and you are a good wife to me and a very good mother to the kids. I realized today that I want to tell everyone in the world about our marriage. You are my wife damn it and you are not meant to be hidden away. I want the whole world to see how much I love you and how much you have changed my world for the better. I am not sure how we are going to do it yet…but we will talk to Frank and he will help us make the decision on how to do it right. And the next time we go out in public together, they are going to know that you are Mrs. Annie Jackson. Is that okay with you my sweet girl?”
“Yes, Michael. I just need you to teach me to be strong around them and to give me confidence…but as long as you stay by my side and hold tightly onto my hand I think I can do it baby!” “Good girl! I know you can do it Annie!” He leaned his face down and kissed her. “If you want Annie I can lend you a pair of my favorite aviators and one of my black silk masks…sometimes that does the trick for me when it feels like they are particularly evil and scary!” She smiled and laughed…the first time since they got back from the doctors. “There’s what I was looking for….that beautiful smile and that oh so wonderful lilting laugh of yours…its music to my ears my sweet beautiful girl.”
It’s been said that self revelation is good for the soul and for Michael and Annie Jackson that seemed especially true. After they laid their feelings on the line to each other their love for each other always seemed stronger and more intense.
Magic
Michael took Annie’s face in his hands, his long fingers stroking her face lovingly. Her skin on his hands felt so warm and vibrant to the touch. Annie closed her eyes and relaxed. She loved these moments between them. It was as though each time they crossed another hurdle together they became even stronger, united in their love for each other. She reveled in the feel of his hands on her face and tingled with anticipation of what he would do next.
Michael watched his beautiful girl as she closed her eyes and a smile of bliss crossed her lips. As usual she glowed with his touch and he would always find that so very erotic and very enticing. He slowly moved his hands so that now his fingers were tangled in her soft golden curls, yet another sensory explosion for him. He wanted to touch her all over, he needed to touch her all over, and this way that beautiful smile and that sparkling glow would stay awhile. He pulled her closer to him so that he could kiss her. He wanted to taste her sweet, rosy lips. After the kiss he skidded his lips lightly across her cheek, so that he could whisper in her ear, “Annie my sweet beautiful girl…” “Hmm…yes Michael,” Annie said, her eyes still closed, already half hypnotized by his warm caresses. “What time are the kids due back from my mother’s?” “Not for awhile Michael, we are all alone,” she whispered back. “I want to make love to you my sweet (kiss applied to her forehead), beautiful (kiss applied to her nose), girl (kiss applied to her lips). I want to show you how contrite I am and beg you for my forgiveness girl.” The last words were said in a plea directly from his heart, Annie could hear it in his voice.
She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into his—a window into his soul. She rubbed her cheek on his and whispered in his ear, “My sweet prince, there is no need to beg me for my forgiveness. You have my heart my Michael, you always will. I want to make love to you also Michael…I need to feel the protection of your strong arms around me. I need you just as much as you need me Michael. That is what our love is all about.” He smiled at her, and they were so close to each other that his long silky hair was caressing her face and tickling her senses. “How about we move this into our bedroom my sweet Michael?” “That sounds like a lovely idea my sweet beautiful Annie.”
Michael stood up and with a flourish he bowed and held out his hand. “My lady, your wish is my command.” Annie took his hand and he pulled her up so that she was standing next to him. “Thank you kind sir,” she said demurely and curtsied. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Their bodies were so close to one another that they could feel the heat and desire radiating off of one another.
He reached up with his free hand and took his finger and traced a line down across her face, stopping at her mouth. He took the pad of his thumb and brushed it sensuously across her lips. Annie closed her eyes and swayed slightly into him.
She opened her eyes only to find herself staring directly into his. They were an intense dark brown, warm with desire. “Don’t worry girl, I got you,” he whispered in her ear. You do have me she thought herself, and I am never going to let go. “Come on girl, let’s get you to the bedroom before I take you here, right now,” he said. He released her from the embrace and took her hand in his and led her out of the studio, down the hall, into their bedroom.
There was something deliciously naughty about what they were going to do. Two lovers imbibing in the ancient rite of afternoon delight. He always made her feel so sexy, so desired, so loved. And after the ordeal that she had endured this afternoon, she needed some love and warmth from him. Not necessarily his forgiveness, like he had just pleaded for, but just some reassurance that everything would be all right.
Michael closed the door firmly behind them. Annie started to head towards the bed but Michael grabbed her and pulled her back. He held her in a tight embrace and yet again, she found herself staring intently into his eyes. He reached up and casually caressed her face, “Hey, where ya goin?” he whispered seductively. “I...I was just going to head towards the bed,” Annie said in a breathless whisper. “There’s no need to rush this…we got time girl. Let’s make it last as long as possible,” and then he kissed her. The kiss was…well Annie would later describe it as toe curling. He took his hands and used them to lovingly and tenderly cradle the back of her head. She wrapped her arms around his waist wanting to press her body closer to his. Even though it was a hot summer afternoon, she needed to feel his warmth near her. He was close enough now that she could feel all the contours of his body, both hard and soft.
His lips were soft and moist and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan thus inviting his tongue into her mouth to swirl around playfully with hers. Annie found herself desperately wanting to touch his skin, so she started to reach her hands up to unbutton his shirt, but Michael would have none of it. Still kissing her he moved his hands to hers and grasping them in his he moved them down and behind her back. She whimpered slightly in protest. Their mouths separated from the kiss as he held her hands behind her back and looking deeply into her eyes he said, “Not yet my lovely one. I want you to revel only in my touch.”
He firmly held her hands behind her back with one of his hands and took his other and reached up and caressed her face with a feathery light touch. She felt kind of like his prisoner, but it wasn’t scary. She was his prisoner of love Annie thought, which sent an electric tingle throughout her body. She closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand and Michael spoke to her, “I need you to feel my touch Annie. I need you to know how much I love you and how precious you are to me. I need…” and he faltered slightly and then continued, “I need you to forgive me Annie because I hurt you and I need to be punished for that. So for now it’s all about you girl, I can wait for mine.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she said, “Oh Michael, baby please, I told you all is forgiven my sweet boy. Please, we are equals in our love for each other Michael. And you know I have faults too, I am only human also.” He let his grasp go on her hands and she immediately circled her arms around his waist and buried her face into his chest. “Michael I feel your love everyday my dear my boy, I know how much you love me!” She could feel him breathe in and out slowly, and she knew he was trying to control his emotions. “I know that you love me Annie, but I want you to listen to me girl, okay?” “Of course Michael—I am listening,” Annie murmured softly into his chest.
Michael rubbed his cheek on the top of her head and said, “Annie I have found that I have a trait within me that allows me to feel other people’s emotions—especially in those that I care for and especially with children, children that are sick or are in pain. But the shared feelings are even more keenly felt when it involves my own children or with you Annie. When I came in to your studio just before and saw you crying and in so much pain, it hit me hard girl. I felt your pain and your confusion…I felt it to my core Annie. And I need to make this up to you girl, because I don’t ever want you to feel that way. Not because of me especially. So let me do this for you Annie, let me show you how strong my love is for you and how very precious you are to me.” He pulled her apart from him and looked into her eyes and continued, “Let me touch you (he reached up and cupped her chin in his hand), and taste you (kissing each of her cheeks and then her lips), all over Annie, and allow me to have the pleasure of knowing that I am the cause of that special glow that comes only with my touch and then I will know everything will be all right again Annie.”
She looked into his eyes. How special was this man. Trying to understand his tangled up emotions was a full time job, but it was one that Annie was up for. He needed to be loved and in order to feel love he had to give an ocean full back to her. “Of course Michael I cannot deny your request. Though I want you to understand that I am no longer upset with you…you are mine and I am yours—forever. I will accept your beautiful offer because I want and need to feel your love and protection right now in order for me to feel that everything is all right also.” And then she smiled at him.
Michael breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her beautiful smile, and sure enough her skin started to get that lovely golden hue that he adored so much. And then he smiled at her. Annie breathed a sigh of relief also when she saw Michael’s face light up in one of his all encompassing smiles. She looked for and saw what she needed, the sometimes tinge of sadness and pain in his eyes disappeared completely and it was replaced with a lovely bright and shiny sparkle, just for her.
“Put your arms around my neck girl,” Michael said in that sultry whisper of his. “Okay Michael,” Annie replied back, obediently complying. And once that was done, Michael picked up his pregnant wife, almost effortlessly and carried her over to their bed. Most people underestimated how strong and sinewy Michael Jackson’s body was. Annie could feel the muscles in his arms and back flex as he carried her over to the bed. What a man he truly was, she thought to herself—one minute shy and vulnerable, begging her for her forgiveness, the next minute her ever gallant prince—carrying his swooning princess to their bed!
He laid her gently on the bed and whispered sexily to her, “You stay right there girl, I’ll be right back!” and he kissed her lightly on the lips. She nodded her head, speechless. Michael went to the other side of the bed and hurriedly took off his jacket and threw it on the nearby chair. He then took off his watch and placed it on the bedside table and slipped off his shoes and socks and slid into bed next to Annie. He took her in his arms and began to kiss her senseless.
As Michael kissed her he held her in a tight embrace, lightly caressing her, playfully moving his fingers up and down her back. Annie thought it felt like delicious ripples along her spine. He moved his hands down to her butt and grasped each of the cheeks in his hands, squeezing them gently. It had been hot during the last few days and in order to be comfortable as possible, especially in her condition, she had worn a pretty little sundress to her doctor’s visit. It was loose fitting and therefore Michael was able to tantalizingly lift it up above her thighs so that he could continue his sensual massage down past her butt to the back of her bare legs.
He continued to kiss her on her face on her neck and then back up to her face again murmuring her name all the while in a breathless whisper and she did the same. Their legs now were tangled together, hers now bare with her dress naughtily bunched up around her waist. His thigh inserted itself between her legs and she moaned in delight as she rubbed herself along his jean clad leg, hitting that most sensitive spot on her body through her cotton panties sending an electric thrill to her inner most senses.
“Michael, Michael, Michael,” she moaned, delirious with want and need for him. He separated himself from her slightly and he whispered in her ear, “Sit up lovely girl, please?” She sat up immediately. She was unashamedly excited about what he had in store for her, what pleasures he would be bestowing upon her. Michael gazed at her beauty. Her golden curls were all in disarray and her eyes seemed to be sparkling in anticipation of his next move. Her lips were rosy and bruised from his kissing, her cheeks flushed and glowing. Her pretty little sundress was bunched up around her waist and he could see a hint of her creamy white smooth thighs, her pregnant belly peaking out also from underneath the bunched up dress. She looked amazingly sexy and he desired her more than ever.
“Lift up your arms pretty girl,” he said in a husky whisper. He watched her intently as she lifted her arms up gracefully as though she were dancing, her dainty fingertips reaching for the sky. Michael reached over and lifted the dress up over her stomach, and then her breasts and up over her head and over her arms. He tossed it casually over onto the nearby chair. He had a quick intake of breath; she was even more luscious now without the dress. She never wore any kind of ornately adorned lingerie. That was not his Annie’s style. Her white cotton bra was simply decorated with a bit of lace and a small tiny bow in the middle. And she wore a simple pair of white cotton panties. But this made her all the sexier to him.
He pulled her into another tight embrace, burying his face into the crook of her neck murmuring to her, “You are so very precious to me and I want to see you glow with my touch girl. Are you ready to be loved Annie girl?” Michael said to her in that oh so very husky and sexy voice of his. “Yes, Michael my love I am so ready,” Annie said as she bent her head back further thus allowing him to continue tracing a path of light feathery kisses along her slender neck back up to her lips. He kissed her passionately again and lowered her to the bed as he did so.
Michael hovered slightly above her gazing down upon her lovingly. Annie reached up and with one of her hands caressed his cheek tenderly. He reached for her hand and kissed her palm and then reached for the other hand and kissed that palm also. He then straddled her, carefully so as not to hurt her pregnant tummy and then took her arms and raised them up above her head. He clasped her wrists firmly above her head and then leaned down and whispered to her, “I’m not hurting you, am I girl?” “No Michael—it feels like…” Annie faltered a little in her speech. She struggled a little, and Michael held firmly onto his grip and looked deep into her eyes and then she continued. “It feels so erotic…I like it Michael, I love the feeling of being held captive by you,” she said in a breathless whisper. He gave her a little wicked smile and said “Perhaps I should be wearing an eye patch and a pirate’s hat.”
Still holding her firmly with one hand he took the fingers of his other hand and began to stroke her lovingly, starting with her face. He dragged them slowly down one side and then back up the other side. Annie closed her eyes and concentrated on the feelings he was evoking in her. She squeezed her thighs together tightly and whimpered slightly. “Open your eyes Annie I want to see them sparkle as I touch you.” He accentuated the word touch as he leaned down and kissed her—a feathery light kiss across her moist lips. She opened her eyes obediently. “Say my name girl—please.” She smiled at him and said his name aloud, but softly…almost like praying. “Michael!” “Say it louder baby—it’s just us here, alone,” he said. His voice was emotional, and Annie detected an edge of desperation as though his existence was dependent upon hearing her voice his name aloud. “Michael,” she said louder. “That’s it baby. That’s good!” he said in a husky whisper.
He brought his fingers back down across her cheeks in a light airy caress but this time he traced them back across her lips. Annie opened her mouth and Michael let one of his fingers slip inside. Annie licked and sucked it sensuously. This mere action sent another electric tingle through Annie’s whole body. She closed her eyes again to help absorb the thrill that was now coursing through her body. The tingling traveled up from her toes and then hit her middle as she bucked her hips forward making Michael slightly bounce off her. It flowed up through her arms and when it reached her fingertips she struggled again to loosen his grip on her wrists at the same time shouting out loud, “Michael I love you baby!”
Michael nearly lost it at this point. He was supposed to be the one doing the seducing but the feel of her tongue suckling his finger nearly had him undone. He felt like taking her right now, but he wanted to take his time and pleasure her some more, he had more in store for her. He wanted to send her near a crest and then take her soaring into the sky. Therefore, he wasn’t ready to let his love captive go just quite yet, so he held her wrists firmly and he leaned down and brushed her cheek with his and whispered in her ear, “I love you too girl—but I am not quite ready to let my sweet prisoner of love go!” Annie smiled widely and he knew immediately that she didn’t want him to let her go yet either.
He leaned down and kissed her quickly—just allowing her to feel the caress of his lips on hers—teasing her with his mouth. She raised her head slightly, straining against his firm grip on her hands, wanting desperately to continue to feel the touch of his lips on hers but Michael had something else in mind that he wanted to do with his lips. He gazed upon his beautiful wife. Her golden curls were scattered all around her head in the halo pattern. Her lips were moist and her eyes were half closed and heavy with lust and desire for him. “Shall we continue girl? Would you like me to caress you some more Annie—touch your soft silky skin and make those pretty eyes sparkle and glow some more for me sweet girl?” “Yes, Michael, yes, I am ready!” Annie said enthusiastically. Although a bit frustrating, she was still enjoying this little teasing game that Michael was playing with her.
Michael leaned in close again and whispered in her ear, “How about instead of using my hands to caress you I use my lips girl?” Feeling his warm breath tickling her senses and the way he accentuated the word lips made Annie squirm again under his grip. “I think I will start right here girl,” he said as he kissed her wrist, feeling the beat of her pulse quicken under his lips as he started to leave a trail of kisses down her arm. Now these kisses were not soft little pecks, Michael used his tongue and lips to nibble and lick his way down her arm—designed to keep his girl in a state of agitation and arousal.
He applied the treatment to both arms and then started to apply the same kind of wet kisses to her ear lobe. He stopped momentarily to whisper sexily in her ear, “Are you ready for some more girl?” She nodded her head and moaned out “Ye..Yes, Michael!” Still holding her down Michael now nuzzled her neck with his lips. Michael loved her long graceful neck he thought as she tilted her head back to accommodate him as he continued down to her throat still applying the small kisses, occasionally even licking her with his tongue. He reached the valley between her breasts and sensually rubbed his cheek there. He then started to nibble and lick her breasts. Ever sensitive to his touch—whether it be his fingers or his tongue, her nipples became erect immediately when he applied his mouth to the tips. His mouth left two little damp circles on her pretty lace cotton bra and the tips were now protruding and pronounced inviting Michael to apply even further ministrations to each. In the meanwhile, Annie arched her back trying to force more contact with his lips to her breasts. The sensation was such to her that she thrust her hips up and she struggled at her restrained wrists and shouted out his name in near ecstasy, “Michael that feels so good baby! Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop,” she begged.
Michael applied his lips again this time while sucking he swirled his tongue over the hard tips. He looked up at her surreptitiously, and saw that her eyes were closed and that she was licking her lips and moaning, tossing her head from side to side. Michael wanted to suckle her breasts without the bra but wanted to continue the pretense of the prisoner of love game so he decided to allow his sweet little captive the elusion of escape. He continued to nuzzle her breasts over her bra with his lips and slightly loosened the grip on her wrists.
Annie felt Michael slightly loosen his hold on her and she took the opportunity to break free from his grip and wrap her arms around his neck. She wanted…no she needed, to be closer to him. Close enough to inhale his scent, to taste his skin with her lips, to feel his soft silky hair threading through her fingers. He had made her crazy with need for him playing this little captive game with her. As Annie buried her face into the crook of his neck murmuring his name and kissing and nuzzling him there Michael secretly smiled to himself. He wrapped his arms around her back and took the opportunity to unhook her bra. Once loose he pushed it off her and smoothed his hands up and down her bare back. Her skin was like soft silk to him.
Annie was delirious with desire and did not even notice what Michael was doing. All she wanted was to kiss him. She reached up and took his face in her hands and pulled it towards her own. She wanted to feel those soft lips caress her own—the same ones that had just been gloriously teasing her on other parts of her body. The kiss turned passionate as Annie coaxed Michael’s tongue into her mouth and she began to erotically suck on it. Michael allowed Annie her momentary freedom from her captor only because right now he was enraptured with the sensation of her suckling his tongue and he didn’t want it to end just yet. He had a desperate need to be closer to her and therefore he pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her tightly, wanting to feel her breasts pressed up against his chest. She was like a naughty maiden right now the way she was sucking on his tongue and he was growing harder and hotter for her by the minute.
As she continued the kiss she slid her hands sensuously down his face, caressing his neck and then moved them down to the lapels of his shirt. She paused, and then started to unbutton his shirt. This time she managed to get a couple of the buttons undone before Michael stopped her. The kiss had Michael half out of his mind with desire and lust for her and therefore it took a minute to register in his mind what she was doing. But he had to try to exert some self control. “Michael, get a hold of yourself,” he scolded himself silently “You want this to be about her and her alone.” So he gently took her hands in his and pulled them down to her sides. She whimpered slightly and she reluctantly moved her lips from his. She looked into his eyes and said in a frustrated whisper, “Michael I need to touch you baby, please let me touch you.”
Listening to her soft pleading voice and looking into her warm soft eyes, all of Michael’s reserve came undone; he had to touch her again. He pulled her back into a tight embrace and smoothed his hands up and down her bare back and then he moved his hands to the front of her body, caressing her breasts lovingly. He murmured her name and said, “Annie, God you feel so good!”
He heard her plead with him again, “Michael, let me touch you and taste you and make love to you baby, please?” Upon hearing his wife’s soft, sweet plea, he snapped back to attention and he once again held her hands down firmly at her sides and met her gaze. He replied back gently, “Baby, not just yet.” “Are you torturing me my sweet Michael?” she said, still slightly frustrated. He smiled and leaning in closer to her he placed his lips near her ear and in the deep, sexy voice he reserved for her and her alone he whispered, “Can’t you see that you are the one torturing me girl?!” He then brushed his lips across her cheek till he reached her lips and kissed her. He looked into her eyes intently and said “I desire to pleasure you some more Annie.” He released the tight hold he had on her hands but still holding them he brought them up again to his lips and tenderly kissed the palms of each one, a sweet gesture, to prove to her that he was doing it only to please her. He then leaned in and started to kiss her again on the lips and then traced a line of tiny kisses along her other cheek and whispered sexily in her ear, “I know you want to feel my touch some more baby. Why don’t you lean back on the pillow and show me where you want me to caress and kiss you girl.” The word kiss sent a thrill through her and she obediently leaned back on the pillows.
His sweet sexy voice not only seemed to relax her and chase away her previous frustration, it also seemed to empower her. Suddenly she was feeling friskier, she knew he was watching her intently so she took her finger and placed it in her mouth, sucking and licking the tip bewitchingly, and then taking it out she brazenly started to fondle her breasts with the wet tip—first one and then the other. “Michael, would you like to kiss me here baby? Or how about here baby?” she said in a most enticing manner—mimicking him in the way she accentuated the word kiss. Annie watched as his eyes widened and turned a deep dark brown and he nodded his head mutely and leaned in and started to feast on her breasts again, this time without the restraint of her bra.
With her hands free now Annie was able to cradle the back of Michael’s head and run her fingers through his soft, silky tresses. As he licked and suckled her breasts she pressed his face closer, trying to get the full effect of his tongue on her nipples. Annie felt so naughty and delicious. It was the middle of the afternoon and Michael was making sweet love to her. She let him know how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her by whispering his name softly, “Michael that feels so good. I love you so much my sweet Michael.”
He stopped and swooped back up to her. Lying next to her he took her in his arms and embraced her, wrapping his strong loving arms around her. He kissed her on her face and on the top of her head murmuring softly words of love. He slightly separated himself from her and took his hand and caressed her face and then tucked one of his fingers under her chin and raised her face up to his and kissed her lightly on the lips and said in a husky whisper, “Where else do you want to feel my lips Annie?” Michael looked at her intently, his eyes ablaze with love and desire and she felt a warm sensation flow through her body. She knew instinctively that whatever she asked him to do, he would—his only intent right now was to please her and once again that made her feel so powerful and sexy. She felt emboldened and in a sense Michael was freeing her to pursue desires and needs that she never really knew she had till she met and fell in love with him.
She leaned back again and lay against the pillows and taking her hands she sensuously began to smooth them down her body, starting with her breasts and then down to her pregnant tummy and she said to Michael, “I want to feel your lips all over my body Michael.” As she spoke she reached up and took her finger and traced it along his lips. Michael closed his eyes momentarily as he felt such an intense rush of desire wash over him. She was being so sexy and uninhibited right now and it was an unbelievable turn on. He reached up and grasped her hand in his, not allowing her to lower it just yet. He opened his eyes and he stared into hers. And then he opened his mouth and inserted her finger into it. He sucked her finger, letting his tongue swirl around it.
Annie gasped at the intense feeling his lips and tongue were having on her as he sucked her finger. He took her finger out of his mouth and he tenderly kissed the palm of her hand before surrendering it and said, “Show me girl—point to where you want to feel my lips baby!” She licked her lips and then took her now wet finger and touched the valley between her breasts and said, “I want you to kiss me here Michael.” She let her finger trail slowly down to her pregnant tummy till she reached her belly button and said, “And then I want you to kiss me here Michael.” And then making sure she made steady eye contact with him she lowered her finger further and rested it enticingly on her panties and said softly, “And then I want you to kiss me here baby.”
Michael acquiesced willingly and began to kiss her on the appointed spots, first the valley between her breasts. “You are so sexy and so beautiful girl,” he whispered in between kisses. He let his lips take the same path as her finger just had previously…slowly making his way down to her bellybutton. He kissed her lovingly on her pregnant stomach and then began to kiss and nuzzle her bellybutton with his lips. His tongue tickled her and she couldn’t help but giggle. He smiled. It felt so good to make her happy and giddy. He rubbed his cheek sensuously on her stomach and then took his finger and began to run it along the waistband of her panties. They were so pretty and sweet, just like her he thought—even though right now she was being a bit of a sexy vixen.
He hesitated a moment, and looking like that shy boy again he said in a husky whisper, “Are you sure you want me to kiss you down here girl,” Michael said letting his fingers tantalizingly rub across her panties. He could feel her reaction to his touch by the way her body trembled as his fingers grazed her. “Because I desire to fulfill all of your fantasies girl.” Annie looked down at Michael. His eyes were smoldering. She felt both of their passions escalating with each parlay in the little game that they were playing. She took her hands and reached down placing them gently on each side of his face and lifted his head so that she could look deeply into his eyes. “I like the way your soft lips feel on my body Michael and I especially want to feel them caress me there baby,” she said in a breathless whisper. Michael closed his eyes momentarily and leaned his cheek into the palm of her hand. He then smiled as he lowered his face to her panties. He became heady as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. He lowered his lips to the waistband of her panties and started to place a trail of soft, wet kisses down the middle till he reached her cusp. Michael pressed his lips there and inhaled her scent again. God she was so beautiful and she smelled so heavenly and she tasted even better he thought as he increased the pressure of his lips and tongue, trying to desperately make contact with the soft outer lips of her core through her cotton panties.
He felt her moan and then slightly squirm with delight as she felt the pressure of his lips and tongue increase. He placed his hands on her hips to hold her still. Annie arched her back forward and moved her hands to the back of his head. She began to lovingly caress him there, letting his soft silky hair thread through her fingers. She said in a breathless whisper, “Michael that feels so good baby but I want to feel your mouth right on me baby,” and she frantically started to reach for the waistband of her panties trying to take them off as quickly as possible.
“Nuh uh, Annie,” Michael lightly scolded her. He sat up and gently took her hands in his and brought them down to her side. “Let me take care of that girl. You lie back again and let me do this girl—I need to pleasure you Annie!” He guided her body back down so that she was now laying down again looking up at him. He loved her this way—her body seemed to glisten in the afternoon sun as it came through the windows. Her hair fanned out like a halo—his angel. “Lie here and wait for me Annie!” He left her arms momentarily to stand up.
After Michael got up from the bed Annie observed him taking his shirt off and casually tossing it to the ground and she breathed in excitedly. He stood momentarily for her and she was able to gaze upon his long, lean form. Michael was beautiful as far as Annie was concerned. It was not a word used to describe a lot of men, but to Annie it was the most descriptive for her husband. She called out in a sweet sexy plea, “Michael, baby, please hurry!” and then she waited anxiously for Michael to make his way to the foot of the bed. She couldn’t help but squeeze and rub her thighs tightly together as she lay on the bed in excited anticipation of what was about to happen.
Michael sauntered to the foot of the bed and gently grasped Annie’s legs in his hands and pulled her body down, sliding her gently so that her legs were now dangling over the end of the bed. He then knelt down between Annie’s legs and began to nuzzle her thighs with his lips and his tongue as he softly murmured, “I am here my sweet beautiful girl!” She sighed and closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of his hot breath and soft lips slowly caressing her thighs with sweet, wet kisses. She wanted to look at him so she propped herself up on her elbows and he then looked up and whispered softly, “I love you Annie!” Her voice trembled as she replied back “I love you more my sweet Michael.”
All the while his eyes locked with hers, he then took his fingers and hooked them into her panties and started to lower them. Annie lifted her butt slightly to allow him to continue pulling them past her thighs. And then all she felt was the delicious sensation of his hands sensuously smoothing their way down her body as her panties dropped to the floor.
Annie’s body quivered with delightful anticipation as she felt Michael’s hands caressing the back of her legs—first her feet, then slightly tickling the back of her knees and then all the way up her thighs. Michael grasped her butt cheeks in his strong capable hands, and began to knead her flesh, forcing her thighs to open even further. He inhaled her lovely aroma and sighed happily—a delightful combination of her own natural sweet self and a hint of the organic flower scented shower gel she had used just this morning.
She felt his hot breath tickle her middle and then his lips were on her, sucking and licking the soft outer shell of her core. Even though she was anticipating the moment, she was still dazzled by the first contact of his mouth to her flesh and couldn’t help but moan his name aloud, “Michael!” and thrust her hips forward. But Michael held tightly onto her thighs forcing her to stay down on the bed. Annie wanted to feel his soft tresses threading through her fingers so she arched her back forward and reached for the back of his head with her hands. She tenderly caressed the back of his head and urged him on with sweet murmurings. “Michael I love you so much! This feels so good baby please don’t stop baby please! Take me away my sweet Michael, take me there please baby!” She then collapsed back onto the bed.
He heard her sweet and tender, yet urgent pleas and he answered them by intensifying the pressure of his tongue on the swollen tip of her core. Annie reacted by moaning out loud, grasping tightly, fistfuls of the sheet and momentarily squeezing Michael’s head between her thighs. For a brief moment Michael felt like he could pass out with sensory overload as Annie squeezed his head between her soft and flowery scented thighs. But nothing could deter him from his sweet assault. Part of Michael was tempted to just enter her right now. He selfishly couldn’t wait to feel the sensation of her wrapped around him like a tight silky glove. But he could feel the pressure in her body building and knew she wanted and needed release. And this afternoon was all about pleasuring and making love to his wife and besides that he couldn’t wait to taste her sweet nectar and feel her body tremor in his hands as he made her climax. Only then would he enter her and allow himself some sweet relief.
Annie was flush with carefree abandon—she was sexy and wanton—and she felt a need to be loud and vocal about it! She tossed her head from side to side biting and licking her lips in between calling out to him, “Michael, YES, it feels so good! You are SO good to me baby! I love you so MUCH!” Annie closed her eyes tightly and concentrated on the feeling of Michael’s mouth pleasuring her. A delicious pressure was building inside of her body—and Michael was the only one that could relieve her of this pressure and when it happened it would feel so good! She urged him on now with even more emphasis calling out to him, “Michael, PLEASE make me come baby, I NEED some sweet release, PLEASE, baby take me there!
Michael could feel how excited she was by the way she was urging him on. He could feel her muscles tightening, in anticipation of her coming climax. His love and devotion was very powerful for her and he had every intention of answering her pleas and taking her all the way there and back! He wanted her to hit that peak hard because he knew the coming back down would be absolutely heavenly for her. He stopped his ministrations, only for a moment, looking up at her and replying in an equally urgent voice of his own, “All right Annie girl, come for me baby, come on my sweet beautiful girl!” In order to assist her he increased her arousal by stimulating her with his finger as he continued to flick his tongue repeatedly across the swollen tip of her core, hoping to accelerate her orgasm.
Feeling Michael’s finger stroking her in such an erotic manner finally sent Annie over the edge. When she finally came it was like a tidal wave of sensations washing over her. Finally sweet relief and she emphatically thanked her lover for providing it, shouting out loud repeatedly, “MICHAEL, YES!” And she didn’t care if the whole world heard her. Michael was flooded with the luscious sensation of her juices washing over his mouth and he frantically sucked her to try to get every last drop of her honeyed nectar. He teased her purposely and continued to flick his tongue over her still sensitive essence. He could feel waves of tremors reverberate through her body as he did so. Her shouts continued to get softer and softer till all Michael could hear were sweet, sexy murmurings from her. Michael placed a soft final kiss on her core and then rubbed his cheek sensuously on her inner thigh. He needed to be inside her, he needed to be one with her.
Annie closed her eyes and slowly floated back down to earth like colorful burning embers after a fireworks display. She felt Michael slowly relax his grip on her hips and stand up. She opened her eyes and sat up slightly and watched him unfastening his belt and shucking his jeans. Annie licked her lips as she gazed at his beauty. He stood there in front of her in only his briefs, looking like a magnificent sculpture come to life. He looked at her, his eyes heavy with desire and lust for her, and said, “I need some sweet relief now Annie girl. I need to be inside you.”
Then come to me Michael my sweet sexy boy,” Annie said in a breathless whisper and gestured with her hand for him to come closer, “I want to feel you inside of me too!” She had just experienced a mind blowing orgasm that Michael had lovingly and skillfully elicited from her using only his tongue and his lips and his finger but just watching him coming towards her again kept her arousal peeked. Besides she knew that it would be even more amazing when they both came at the same time and she wanted him inside of her—filling her up, literally and emotionally making her one with him.
He quickly shucked his briefs and sauntered to the foot of the bed with panther like grace. Her legs still hung over the side of the bed and Michael gently nudged them apart and stood there. He gazed down upon her in all of her splendid glory—golden hair fanned out; surrounding her head like a halo. She was smiling—seemingly sparkling with an afterglow from the orgasm that she just had. Her gorgeous nude form was on display for him. Since she had become pregnant her breasts seemed even more luscious to Michael, and right now they were glistening with her sweat, looking so tempting and tantalizing, Michael just had to get another taste.
He leaned over her, purposely not allowing his hands to touch her, and let his mouth nibble and suck on each of her rosy tips till they became hard and erect and she moaned and slightly squirmed. He let his arms rest on either side of her and hovered above her, just letting his erection graze her stomach but then teasingly taking it away again. She moaned again, closing her eyes tightly and tossing her head from side to side, this time murmuring his name aloud, “Michael!” He leaned closer to her ear and whispered softly “Hey beautiful girl, do you feel how much I need you, how much I need to be inside of you?” He then lowered his body down again to hers and this time he rested his erection right on her tummy, allowing her to feel the fullness and hardness of his staff rub sensually across her stomach.
Annie opened her eyes and whispered his name softly, “Michael,” to get his attention. She felt Michael lift his weight off of her and he turned his head slightly to look into her eyes. She then watched Michael’s reaction as she reached up and encircled both of her hands around his erection. She continued to stare deeply into his eyes and teased him sexily, “Yes my beautiful boy I can feel how much you need me and how much you need to be inside of me right now!” Her grip was firm but not too tight and she slowly started to pump him, moving her hands up and down along his hard shaft. Feeling deliciously naughty she continued to tease him. She lifted her head up slightly, and placing her lips close to his ear she asked him in a soft and sultry whisper, “Michael do you like the way my hands feel on you?” She then lightly moved her lips along his cheek till she captured his lips with her own. His mouth opened to hers willingly and hungrily and Annie provocatively sucked on his tongue just as she had moments ago on his finger. The whole time she kept her firm grip on his erection.
Their lips parted and Annie lowered her head back to the bed. The kiss cast a sensual spell on Michael’s senses. He stared down at her, his eyelids heavy with desire. Her soft, warm hands encircling his shaft felt so good. Her fingers caressing him like satiny ribbons and the up and down pumping were sending delicious tremors radiating throughout his body. As she continued her ministrations Michael tried to regain some of his faculties and managed to gasp out a reply to her question, “Hmm...Ye...Yes...oh God girl yes, I love your hands on me baby, it feels so good…I love you Annie, I love you girl!” Michael finally surrendered and allowed himself to totally revel in the feeling of her hands.
Annie increased his pleasure even further by intermittently using the pads of her thumbs to rub sensuously around the sensitive tip of his erection. Each time she did it seemed to elicit a further pleasurable moan from Michael. He straightened his arms up so that now his hands were flat on the bed and he lifted himself above her, thus allowing her more room to pleasure him. And then as if praising the heavens for the pure ecstasy that he was feeling he closed his eyes and bent his head back so that his face was lifted up to the ceiling and he shouted aloud, “Oh God girl it feels so good…don’t stop, please!”
She looked up at Michael. His head was thrown back, his face gazing up to the heavens and his long black silky hair hung down loosely around his shoulders. She was reminded of a magnificent beast—a lion, king of the forest—fierce and beautiful. She let her eyes slowly descend down his body. Everything about him was beautiful including the way his supple neck, dripping with sweat, was straining upwards. She slightly increased the intensity of her massage and she continued her downward exploration with her eyes. The muscles in his upper arms were flexing under the strain of holding himself up while she pleasured him. Her eyes continued their downward movement. His skin was translucent giving his body a luminous quality. His chest was firm and taut—coming from having been a dancer for most of his life. He was excited by her touch and she watched in fascination the rise and fall of his pectorals as he breathed rapidly in and out.
Annie’s eyes were finally drawn to her own hands currently caressing his engorged member. It was large and thick, Annie’s hands managed to fit tightly around it. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. It never ceased to amaze her how well endowed he was and a wave of heat washed over her as she became focused on how exquisite it would be to lick and suck him. He had pleased her orally and she suddenly desired to do the same for him.
“Oh God Annie girl that feels so good baby,” he moaned out loud. He concentrated on the intense gratification that she was giving to him—the smooth feelings of her hands, stroking him up and down, and when her thumbs rubbed his extra sensitive tip he could barely contain himself. He felt like he could explode right into her hands—he knew he should stop—but doggone it felt so good!
He was so lost in his bliss that he barely noticed Annie starting to bend forwards and sit up to get closer to his erection. Annie was hypnotized with lust and desire as she said in a soft plaintive voice, “Michael I want to taste you baby.” He broke out of his momentary sexual haze. As much as he would have loved nothing more than to feel her lips kissing and sucking on him—he couldn’t allow it. He wanted this love session of theirs to be all about her. And besides, Michael knew he was too far gone for that and he was eager to be inside of her. He carefully guided her back on to the bed. “No my sweet beautiful girl, this is all about you baby,” he said tenderly admonishing her. “I want to come inside you Annie and I know you want it too girl!”
Michael muffled a chuckle as he observed a look of deep consternation on his beautiful wife’s face. She was frustrated because she didn’t want to have to choose between the acts! But then as if she made her choice, that glorious smile of hers returned and she said, “Yes Michael I want that too baby!” Though he must admit to himself, when she took her hands off of his erection he felt a momentary stab of regret, but it soon passed as he thought of how he would soon feel, wrapped up again in her love, this time deep inside of her.
Annie looped her arms around Michael’s neck and pulled him closer to her and whispered softly, “Make me one with you baby!” Michael let the weight of his body rest on Annie, ever careful so as not to crush her, but close enough so that she could once again feel his hardness enticingly resting on her pregnant tummy. “All right girl, whatever you desire my love,” Michael whispered softly to her gazing deeply into her eyes. She met his intense look with one of her own and then gave him a sloppy kiss on his lips.
He smiled and slowly arose from the bed. Every movement he made this afternoon was unhurried; thoughtful…he wanted to love her in a slow and deliberate manner. Standing at the foot of the bed he said “Scoot yourself down here girl.” He assisted her by pulling on her legs so that they were once again hanging over the edge of the bed. He then gently nudged her thighs apart. “Now wrap those sexy legs up and around me girl.” Annie readily obeyed lifting her legs and wrapping them around Michael’s backside, locking them together at her ankles. Michael could feel them resting delectably right above his buttocks. “That’s right girl,” Michael said in a husky whisper. His hands caressed her smooth thighs. He wanted her so very desperately but he wanted to continue the slow tease for just a little bit longer. He took his erection in his hands and rubbed the tip delectably on the swollen lips of her core, paying especial attention to her sensitive tip, and she let out a resounding moan at the same time clasping her legs a little tighter around Michael’s backside. He looked down at her and teased her in that sexy whisper once more, “Do you need me Annie girl?” he said as he let the tip of his shaft tantalizingly enter her but then quickly took it back out to continue the erotic massage of her opening.
She moaned again and replied back in a breathless plea, “I do need you Michael, please baby I want you so much, please!” And then once again placing the tip invitingly near the entrance of her core he leaned in slightly and whispered again, “Annie, say my name girl. I love to hear my name coming out of those sweet lips baby girl!” She moaned again and this time spoke out loud, “Michael...come to me…come inside me Michael!” And because she could no longer stand his playful teasing, she surprised Michael and using the strength of her legs locked around his back, she pulled him into her with one swift tug.
Michael let out a whoosh of breath and suddenly found himself deliciously nestled inside of her. Michael was pleasantly surprised by the way she took charge, but once inside her he could no longer think of anything as her muscles tightened and contracted around him, delectably squeezing him like a tight silk glove and he moaned aloud his appreciation.
Annie slightly moved under him. It always took a few precious seconds for her body to acclimate to his hugeness—but it was a deliciously wonderful feeling that Annie would never grow tired of. She was literally filled up with him—overflowing with his love. Michael could feel her slightly move beneath him, and he waited momentarily before he started to move, allowing her to get used to his presence inside her. He closed his eyes and relaxed, taking this time to try to steady his rapid breathing. They had a such a deep emotional connection with each other no matter what but when they were joined together in this intimate manner—it seemed all the more stronger—they were one with each other and it seemed as though nothing could ever separate them.
“Oh God girl, it feels so good being inside of you!” he said tenderly to her, as he gazed down on her. She was wet and ready for him, and he artfully moved his erection in and out of her—never allowing his shaft to fully leave her hot wet core. He smoothed his hands down the back of her thighs and then down to her buttocks, grasping a cheek in each hand, squeezing her flesh and slightly tipping her body upwards to meet his strokes and to allow deeper penetration. This prompted Annie to moan in delight. “You like this girl?” he said in that sexy deep voice of his, and he squeezed her butt cheeks again.
Annie was starting to feel that tantalizing pressure building up inside of her again. The friction he was creating from pumping slowly in and out of her was exquisite. Each stroke of his phallus was deeper than the one before, but like an itch that urgently needed to be scratched—it wasn’t enough to relieve that pressure. She needed him to penetrate her deeper in order to touch that sweet spot inside of her that she so desperately knew would release the pressure and send her to seventh heaven. “Yes…yes…Michael…I like it…Michael…but deeper baby, deeper!” she instructed her husband. “Okay girl, lift your legs up higher baby,” and Michael assisted her by hooking his arms under her legs and moving them up higher so that now her ankles were nearly resting on his shoulders. She was now spread open even further to him, enabling him to push into her even deeper. She moaned loudly and Michael became concerned, he didn’t want to harm her or the baby and he said “I am not hurting you, am I Annie?” “NO Michael, NO….it’s good baby, so very good….don’t stop baby, DEEPER!” she shouted. And Michael acquiesced, accelerating the pace of his strokes.
They were so in the moment with each other that the only sounds each could hear was their own heavy breathing and moaning, and the sound of the slap of their bodies meeting, his flesh upon hers, each time he thrust his erect member into her—and with each stroke he could feel her muscles tightening around him and he knew she was drawing close to climaxing.
It had only seemed like moments ago that she had experienced a mind blowing orgasm and here she was on the verge of yet another. But this time he was inside of her and she wanted him to come too. And as if reading her thoughts he gasped out, “Come on baby….don’t wait for me girl…come girl!” he commanded her and once again she found herself on that precipice, before the pressure finally popped and Annie felt like she was exploding into a thousand pieces. Upon reflection of this moment she felt for sure this was the loudest that she had ever screamed his name.
Michael followed quickly behind her, and exploded inside of her sending a jet stream of his seed into her mixing with her liquid heat, overflowing out of their bodies like hot lava. He reached up and slid her legs back down and she automatically clamped them back behind his back—not wanting to lose contact with him just yet. “Don’t go anywhere just yet,” she said softly. “I am not going anywhere girl,” he said as he scooped her up in his arms and held her trembling body close to his, burying his face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling her with his lips and murmuring her name over and over.
Annie reciprocated with soft gentle words of love for him, her face was damp with her sweat but it was also wet with her tears. She felt so emotional at this moment. He lifted his face up and looked into her eyes and said in a husky whisper, “You are crying?” She looked into his eyes and said softly back to him, “As are you my sweet prince,” and she lifted her hands up and caressed his face, wet with his own tears. “It’s that symbiotic bond we have beautiful girl. Like you have said in the past, each time we make love it’s like we connect on some higher level and I find myself getting so emotional girl. It’s never ever been like that with anyone else girl—just you Annie my love,” Michael whispered softly and he brought his hands up to her face and returned the same gesture, tenderly wiping the moisture from her face.
It was late afternoon now and a light summer breeze blew the curtains slightly. The sound of the birds chirping outside the bedroom window was the only sound that could be heard—that and the soft sighs of two lovers laying in bed. Annie and Michael lay in each others arms. Their nude bodies partially covered by a sheet. Not wanting to lose the connection to each other, their legs were firmly intertwined with each others. They were quiet—each reflecting on their afternoon lovemaking session. Michael’s head was resting comfortably on Annie’s chest as she lovingly threaded her fingers through his soft silky hair.
Annie was the first to speak, “Michael my sweet boy—you were so generous and so selfless in your lovemaking this afternoon. You took my breath away baby,” she kissed the top of his head and rubbed her cheek on his soft hair. He looked up at her and said, “I wanted to make you feel special Annie, especially after what happened earlier. And besides that girl, you are deserving of all the love that I can give to you Annie.”
“And what about you Michael, don’t you feel that you deserve to be loved, to be happy?” She took her finger and lightly touched the underside of his chin, forcing him to continue to look into her eyes. She could see a flicker of uncertainty cross his face and then he smiled. The smile was not his usual all glowing beautiful smile, instead it held a bittersweet tinge to it. He closed his eyes for a minute as if trying to choose his words carefully and then they fluttered open and he said, “Well…you know how it is with me Annie. I have this need within me to give love and express love to everyone around me—but sometimes I guess I have a hard time believing that I am lovable. But I think being with you has enabled me to open myself up to the possibility. Just know that I’m getting there girl, okay?” “All right my sweet boy. We will work on it together.”
“I’ve been thinking about how your birthday is coming up.” Michael moaned and buried his face back into Annie’s chest again. “Don’t remind me girl, you know how I feel about growing old,” he mumbled. “A couple of more weeks Michael, and it’s gonna be a big one for you sweetie. I know how you feel about it, but this will be our first birthday celebration together. So I am going to plan something special for you Michael. Don’t you worry honey, just you, me, and the kids. And then later on that night, perhaps I can be as generous and selfless as you were with me today baby.” He looked up and they kissed each other. “Girl, that doesn’t sound half bad. You will have me thinking I am lovable yet!” And they both laughed. Annie was relieved that she had been able to lighten the moment. She didn’t want him to dwell on the negative, especially since they had just spent the last few hours trying to dispel some of the negativity in their lives.
He settled himself back into her arms, and once again she started to thread her fingers through his hair. Michael placed the palm of one of his hands on Annie’s pregnant tummy and started to rub her there, very gently and very soothingly. “Speaking of the kids, your mother will be letting them loose soon I am sure. I don’t want this afternoon to end, but I think we should be getting up soon.” “Not just yet girl. Please? I want to do one more special thing for you Annie. Can I sing to you and the baby?” Michael looked up at her again, his chocolate brown eyes so soft and endearing…how could she deny this man anything. “I would love that Michael, and I am sure Baby Jackson would love it too sweetie!”
“I know just the song Annie,” and Michael got this sweet adorable grin on his face. “I heard this at Doctor Christina’s office today while I was waiting for you my lovely one. Let’s see if I can remember the words…” He continued to massage Annie’s tummy with his free hand and started to sing softly, “Muskrat Suzie…Muskrat Sam…do the jitterbug at a muskrat land, and they shimmy….Sam is so skinny…” He looked down at her tummy and then back up at her, his eyes had this mischievous sparkle and Annie couldn’t help but giggle in delight. Here she thought he would serenade her and the baby with one of his masterpieces…she wasn’t expecting this at all!
He loved the sweet sound of her laughter and it helped to urge him on once he saw that she approved of his song choice. He moved down slightly on the bed now so that his face was closer to Annie’s tummy, still lightly rubbing her belly he continued to sing softly, “And they whirl and they twirl and they tango, singin’ and jinglin’ a jangle, float like the heavens above, looks like Muskrat Love!” Annie felt so loved at that moment. And as she listened to Michael singing in his sweet soft voice, she thought about the baby growing inside her and just how wonderful it was going to be once he or she was born…and then she felt a movement, coming from inside of her, a feeling that she had not experienced yet during her pregnancy. Michael felt it too, and he stopped singing momentarily and looked up at Annie, his eyes wide with recognition. “Did you feel that Annie?” he said. “Yes, I did Michael! The baby just moved! Keep singing sweetie and maybe it will happen again!” “All right girl!” He closed his eyes, as though trying to remember the rest of the lyrics and then in that same sweet voice, but this time a little bit louder, he continued, “Nibblin' on bacon, chewin' on cheese, Sam says to Suzie, honey, would you please be my Mrs, Suzie says, yes, with her kisses!” And then another little kick! They both started to giggle again.
And then Michael moved up on the bed and took his beautiful pregnant wife in his arms. He rubbed his nose with hers and kissed her lightly on the lips and with the palm of his hand still firmly planted on her tummy he finished off the song, and she could hear his voice was laced with emotion, “Now, he's ticklin' her fancy, rubbin' her toes, muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes as they wriggle, Sue starts to giggle,” (and then another kick) “And they whirled and they twirled and they tango, singin' and jinglin' a jangle, floatin' like the heavens above, looks like muskrat love!” After he finished the song she looked up at him. He was grinning ear to ear, just as she was and she could see the unabashed joy that she had reflected back at her in his eyes, slightly damp with his tears. “That was amazing Michael!” “I know girl, wasn’t it! I guess the baby likes Captain and Tenille!” She laughed, “How does that make the amazing Michael Jackson feel?” He ducked his head bashfully and then said, “That’s all right Annie, once he or she is born, I will sing the entire Michael Jackson song book to the kid repeatedly!” They both laughed and then as they stared into each other’s eyes Annie said quietly, “I love you Michael and I can’t wait for this baby to be born—she is going to have the best daddy ever!” “Annie my sweet girl, I love you more, and when this baby is born, he is going to have the best mommy ever!” And then Annie placed her hand lovingly over Michael’s on her tummy and as if this special occasion between them couldn’t get any better, Baby Jackson chose that moment to give one more little kick under the firm touch of their hands. Michael looked at Annie and they both laughed. “It’s just gotta be a boy with that kinda kick Annie!” Michael said. “Now, now, Michael—it could be a girl—especially with your dancer genes—maybe she will grow up to be a Rockette!” Annie said laughing and they both hugged each other a little tighter.
And then after a few moments of quiet reflection for the both of them, Annie said, “Okay sweetie, now we really have to get up, the kids will be home soon and we don’t want them to find us lazing around in bed!” Michael jumped up, “Okay girl! Let’s take a quick shower together Annie and then we can get dressed and go downstairs and wait for them!” And then like a little kid himself Annie thought, he clapped his hands in delight and said, “I can’t wait to tell Prince and Paris and Blanket about how the baby moved!” And he reached down and helped his wife up from the bed and then ran into the bathroom singing loudly, “Muskrat Suzie, Muskrat Sam…” Annie smiled and placing her hand on her tummy she whispered, “Wait till you meet your daddy Baby Jackson, you are going to love him!” And she followed her husband into the bathroom.
The next morning Michael called Frank Dileo on the phone and filled him in on what had happened yesterday at Dr. Christina’s office. Frank agreed to come over and they would discuss their options. “Is she okay Mike?” Frank queried in a concerned voice. “Yes, she is fine Frank.” “And the baby is okay also Mike? “Yes Frank the baby is fine. Annie was scared. I...I didn’t watch out for her the way I should have Tookie. I feel awful about it. But I want to rectify the situation. We talked about it and we want to go public with our relationship and the pregnancy. We both think that will be the best thing to do to counter some of the negative media. I am not sure if any of the tabloids will publish any of the pictures that they took yesterday, but you know how I feel about that stuff Frank. I don’t want to see it or even know about it, nor do I want her or the kids to see it. Can you come by today so we can discuss how we should go about making our relationship public Tookie?”
“Of course kid. I will be there in a little bit. Sit tight. We will figure it out. Don’t worry Mike.” Frank Dileo arrived after lunch. The children were there momentarily to give Uncle Frank a big hug and a kiss and then Frank, Michael and Annie sat down and started to talk. They discussed making a general announcement, kind of like a press release. Frank suggested that he could contact some of the major fan groups and the announcement could be posted on some of the on-line fan sights in addition to being released to the general media. They decided also that Michael and Annie would draft the announcement together, Frank would review it and give any suggestions that he felt would be good but of course would defer to the both of them. The conversation seemed to be going well Annie thought. Michael appeared to be happy and at peace that they were finally going to announce to the world that he was married again and had another child on the way. The frightening experience of yesterday afternoon seemed a lifetime ago to Annie—especially after Michael had treated her to a most loving and romantic interlude after the incident, that had instilled an inner confidence and strength in her. Now she felt certain that she could face the media onslaught that may follow this announcement. For the first time since they were married Annie felt that it was going to be all right to go public with their relationship, especially on their own terms.
But as was wont to happen with her very complex husband a suggestion by Frank Dileo suddenly changed Michael’s demeanor and he became increasingly agitated. “Now, what about photographs?” Frank questioned the both of them. “On the way over I was thinking perhaps the both of you could pose for some photos and maybe it would even be a good idea to have the kids join in.” Frank looked over at Annie sitting on the couch next to Michael. Michael’s head was down but he was grasping Annie’s hand in his. He knew that Michael was probably not going to like this idea but Frank thought it was a good one and decided to press on—seeing if he could get Annie on his side.
Annie liked the idea and without even thinking, replied to Frank. “I think that might be a nice idea, especially if the photos were very informal. Showing us at home with our kids, eating dinner, playing board games. The stuff of everyday, normal life.” It was then that she turned to Michael and notice that he was no longer holding her hand. He was looking at her in a strange way, almost as though he was looking through her. She didn’t like it and it gave her an ominous chill. It was then that she realized that he wasn’t too happy with this idea. “I don’t like it,” he said, his voice was flat and held an edge that was not there minutes ago. “Why do they have to be involved?” Michael said defensively. “Well I was just thinking that perhaps it would be good to show you guys as a family unit. Like Annie said, it doesn’t have to be anything formal. Heck the more informal the better. I just think it would be good to show the world that you guys are in love and that there is nothing fake or contrived about this relationship,” Frank continued. But once those words came out of his mouth he knew he had made a mistake.
Michael stood up and started to pace the room. Annie nervously looked up at him. She had not remembered seeing him this anxious in a long time. “So what you are saying is that I need to show the world how NORMAL I am. How my relationship with a woman is REAL and normal because everyone knows how abnormal I am,” it could not be mistaken that his voice was dripping with bitterness and sarcasm. “Michael, please come and sit back down. I am sure what Frank means is that we want the world to know the Michael that we all know, the loving father and devoted husband,” Annie said in a soothing tone, trying to get him to calm down. He suddenly stopped pacing and looked at Annie intently. Annie looked into his eyes and she could see such deep fear and anxiety. She felt like she had to say the right thing but she also was thinking about how Michael always said that they needed to be honest with each other. She had only wanted to calm him down but her remarks had seemingly made him even more agitated. “Is that what you think Annie? That I need to show the world how devoted I am to you…to my children? So that we can appear normal to outsiders, so that they don’t judge me and so that they think the right things about me? After all you wouldn’t want everybody to think that you are married to a weirdo or a…a…monster?”
Annie got up from the couch and started to move towards him. She was upset with him for saying these things but still wanting to calm him down she kept her voice at a soothing level. “Michael you know I never meant that. Why are you putting words into my mouth? I love you and I love them and I want only for others to see what a wonderful man you are.”
Frank sat quietly on the couch. He had not meant to start this firestorm but he thought if anyone could get him to calm down and see reason it would be her. They stood inches apart from each other now. Neither touching each other, their arms held straight down at their sides, staring intently into each others’ eyes. Michael spoke again. “You know how much I have done to protect them from this kind of exposure. I don’t want them in the spotlight! Hell, I don’t want you in the spotlight! To be held up to scorn and ridicule. It’s not worth it so that I can get good publicity and I can’t believe you would even think this is a good idea girl, especially after what happened to you yesterday.” Then Michael leaned into her purposely getting closer to her face and in a deep growl he said, “Don’t you remember how they made you feel yesterday Annie? How dirty you felt with the comments that they made? About you being my nanny, about being my employee? That’s all they care about and even if you throw this little bone out to them showing them that you are a GOOD and NORMAL person they will only come back later with more vitriol!”
“Michael, please…let’s sit down and talk about it,” Annie pleaded looking into his eyes. She raised her hand up and started to caress his face, but it didn’t work, he abruptly turned around and growled out, “NO! I want to be alone. I need to think about this.” She started to walk towards him as he retreated to the door. He turned around swiftly and said in a stern voice, “I need to be alone Annie! Don’t follow me!” He looked over at Frank Dileo and said “I will call you, you know the way out Frank.” And then he was gone.
Annie stood staring at the door in stunned silence moments after Michael left so abruptly. She kept thinking that at any minute he would be back. But as several minutes passed she knew that was not to be. She was trying to sort out what had just happened. “I think I know how you are feeling” Frank said to Annie. Annie turned around slowly, “I am sorry…what did you say?” she said rather distractedly, still thinking of the look on Michael’s face as he left. Frank patted the seat next to him on the couch, inviting her to come and sit back down next to him. She walked slowly back toward the couch and took a seat next to him. “You are debating whether or not you should go to him and talk to him. Even though he specifically said he didn’t want you to. You are worried if you do go, he will withdraw even more. But if you don’t go, you worry the same thing. I am only saying this because I know what it’s like, I’ve been there.”
Annie looked at Frank Dileo sitting next to her. He always reminded Annie of the grumpy uncle—the one that had the gruff exterior but was actually a big teddy bear on the inside. He was chomping on his signature unlit cigar. She had only really spoken to Frank two times before and each time Michael was there. She couldn’t recall talking to him alone—one on one between the two of them so she was actually pleased when he said, “Annie let’s sit and talk for a few minutes. Even though it appears that Michael wants me to leave.” He chuckled to himself as he made this last statement. He took her hands in his and squeezed them, a tender gesture, “Don’t worry kiddo. Let him have some alone time. You’ll see I bet you he comes back to you contrite, seeking your forgiveness and counsel.”
“And how come you are so sure of this Mr. Dileo,” Annie said in a quiet voice. “Because Mrs. Jackson, I have never seen Mikey so head over heals in love with any other person, ever. I see the way when you walk into the room how his focus is on you immediately and nothing else matters till you are by his side. Then he can’t seem to resist holding your hand, or touching you—almost like he is afraid of you disappearing on him.”
She looked at Frank and she felt herself blushing. “It’s that noticeable huh?” “I would say so. And it’s a good thing. He needs someone to trust. You have probably noticed that trust is a big deal with the kid. He has had a lot of people that claimed to be close to him and want to help him but in the end turn around and use him. Like the whole Bashir fiasco. I have always regretted that I wasn’t representing him during that period. I don’t think I would have allowed him to be interviewed by that snake and then perhaps he wouldn’t have had to go through all that bulls*** that followed it. But sometimes when he perceives that someone has hurt him or somehow betrayed him he locks you out and he is not quick to let you back into the fold. Michael and I have had our ups and downs. When he asked me to become his manager again I was ecstatic. I care a great deal about him. I feel strongly about helping him make a big come back. He deserves it Annie.”
“Can I confess something to you Frank?” “Of course you may Annie,” Frank said giving her hands a gentle squeeze before letting them go. He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back and relaxed on the couch. “Sometimes I am not sure that Michael trusts me completely, and it scares me. You were right about what you said before. I want to give him room to think things through on his own. But on the other hand I want so badly to run after him to try to get him to talk to me because I worry that he will hold all the pain and uncertainty in—and not confide in me because he is not entirely sure if he trusts me enough to do so.”
“I don’t want him to think that I am somehow checking up on him constantly and giving him the impression that I am somehow trying to fix him or psychoanalyze him. I get the impression that is what people try to do with him all the time. I want him to feel free to be himself around me…no walls, no masks. And that means the good, the bad and the ugly.”
Frank sat up and said to her, “Don’t sell yourself short kid. Again, I believe strongly that you are making a difference in his life. I can see the changes in him already. Just give him some time. The photo thing could be an exclusive…one magazine…perhaps one that he is comfortable with, like Ebony. If we find the right photographer—it could be good I think. At least his core fans would love to see what Michael is up to and seeing him relaxed and happy would be a good thing. And it could also help others see Michael in a whole new light. The both of you give it some more thought and I will be in touch with Mikey in a few days. Mike was right, I know my way out.” They both stood up and Frank Dileo embraced Annie warmly, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and then he left the room.
Annie walked over to the window and absently mindedly looked out into the back yard. She kind of knew where Michael was headed. She knew him well. But Frank was right. She would give him his alone time and after he cooled down she would seek him out if he didn’t come to her first. In the meanwhile she knew what would make her feel better. It was a solution that Michael had given to her many months ago when she first met him and she needed comfort and cheering up—she would seek out Prince, Paris and Little Michael. The laughter and smiles of these three kids had amazing healing powers. And besides that she wanted to discuss with them in private about how they could celebrate Michael’s birthday. She knew they would have suggestions of their own and she wanted them to play a big role in the celebration. She left the room and headed upstairs to look for them.
After Michael had left the room so abruptly he felt somewhat foolish. A dramatic exit if ever there was one. He just needed some time alone to think the situation through, and as if by rote, his feet seemed to lead him automatically to his dance/recording studio. It was really the pool house but Michael had converted it for his own use.
He turned on the lights and then turned the music up really high and just started to move. Nothing special here, no trying to remember the steps or formulate new choreography, Michael just needed to feel the music in his soul and move to the rhythm. This sometimes helped him when he had a problem that he needed to work through. After about an hour, Michael was exhausted and he finally let himself rest; he slid down the side of the mirrored wall and buried his sweaty face into his hands. Crying again Jackson, what is wrong with you? The tears that he had been trying to suppress for the last hour started to leak out, falling down his cheeks. He left them unchecked. Every emotion was felt so strongly, whether it was anger or joy, pain or happiness, for him it always seemed to be accompanied with tears.
He wanted to announce to the world that they were married. After all it was his idea. But now it was getting complicated with the suggestion that he allow Prince, Paris and Blanket to partake in some of the photographs. He wasn’t sure about that. All he had ever wanted to do was protect them, from the paparazzi and the prying media. If it was up to him they would never even know who he was. But of course the older they got that was a near impossibility. He had raised them to be inquisitive, thoughtful, intelligent kids. Just as he asked questions when he was younger, they also did now. How does this work dad? (Prince). Where do the birds go at night daddy? (Blanket). How did the artist get it to look like that daddy? (Paris). But lately the questions were more pointed towards him, daddy is that you when you were a little kid? Daddy why do those ladies wait for you outside the gate? Why do they always want to take your picture dad?
Annie was right. They were older now and it wasn’t that he didn’t want the world to know how much he loved them and with the both of them there together they could seemingly protect them from some of the nastiness of the media. He looked up to the ceiling and said a little prayer before burying his face again into his arms, resting on his knees. “Lord, Jehovah, please guide me to what is right.” And if as a light was going on inside his head, Michael recalled with clarity a conversation that he had with Annie, before they were married, back in New York. It was about this very thing, announcing to the world their relationship:
"Michael there is a difference this time around. I am here with you. I will stand by your side Michael no matter what… I am here with you, you are not alone anymore. Trust in me and we will fight all the battles together. We will decide together when and if we need to make an announcement to the world about our relationship and our new baby. You are not only my lover but you are my friend, my best friend. And now we will be joined in marriage so you will be my husband and I will honor my commitment to you through all the good and the bad.”
Slowly he lifted his head and rested it back against the wall. He thought about how yesterday afternoon he had made sweet love to her, trying to instill confidence and strength in her. She wants to do the same for you too, Jackson. You have to learn to give up the control once in awhile and allow her to help guide you to what is right—together. You need to listen to her. She has taken you and your children into her heart—and she would do nothing to harm them or you. Listen to her Jackson! Why are you trying to figure this out your own? You don’t have to do that anymore. Like she said, she is there for you—you are not alone! You should try to let her in more…trust her more! He was not even sure why he had been so mean to her this afternoon. He had hurt her yesterday by ignoring her and now today he had hurt her again by doubting her love and devotion to him and his kids.
Suddenly he wanted to be near her—needed to be near her. He would find her and he would beg her forgiveness, getting down on bended knee if he had to. They would discuss the matter together and they would come up with the right solution together.
He got up from his sitting position, quickly turned off the music and the lights in the studio and stepped out into the sunshine. He smiled as he locked the door of the studio and then turned around and nearly flew back up to the house.
Michael knew that she would be in her studio. But as he drew closer he could hear that she was not alone. Most afternoons Michael knew for certain where to find his children and apparently this afternoon was no different. Even before they were married, from the time that Annie moved in with them his children became enchanted with her. They flocked to her like she was the Pied Piper of Hamlin. Sometimes he would find them laughing together on Annie's couch in her studio. Other times they would just be there, doing their homework, listening to music, or reading. He asked her if he should speak to them about not bothering her while she worked on her art but she scolded him gently, "Michael Jackson don't you dare. I love having them here with me."
He couldn’t help but smile as he came to the door and silently observed them. He didn’t wish to eavesdrop but he loved to watch them together. Today they were all sitting together at the table in the studio. Paris and Prince sat on either side of her, their chairs pulled up close and their arms resting comfortably on the table. Blanket was standing in front of Annie, tucked in between her legs, Annie’s arms looped around him. His hair was loose around his shoulders. His sister must not have tied it back for him this morning, or Blanket had refused as he sometimes did, preferring to run around the house like a wild man, Michael thought to himself. Paris had a notebook open and she was writing in it. All of their heads were bent down deep in concentration their voices were hushed and occasionally interspersed with light giggling from each of them.
He stood on the other side of the door, so that they would be unaware of his presence, his little family—his wife and kids, how he longed to say that for so many years. His need to be with Annie and to talk to her overtook his desire to stand there and watch them, besides he didn’t want them to think he was spying on them. He made himself known to them by clearing his throat and saying, “Hey, is this a private party or can I come in?” All of their heads popped up at the same time. Blanket exclaimed, “Daddy, you didn’t hear what we were talking about did you? Because it’s a secret!” The little one left his comfortable position by crawling under the table and popping out on the other side and ran over to his father. Michael bent down and met him in a bear hug. “Oomph! You are getting to be bigger everyday Applehead,” Michael said, kissing his son’s cheek. “So a secret, huh? Alas as usual I am left out!” Michael continued in a mock sad tone. Prince squeezed Annie’s arm and then he too walked over to his father. “Well dad you were not around and Annie needed someone to keep her company. Isn’t that right Paris?” Paris took the notebook and closed it and she leaned over and kissed Annie on the cheek and then walked over to her father also. “Yep, that’s right daddy. Annie um…needed our assistance on an important matter. You will be clued in soon, promise!” she said as she gracefully slid under Michael’s other arm, giving him a one armed hug, while hiding the precious notebook behind her back.
Michael couldn’t help but notice their attempt to throw him off the track and because he enjoyed a good mystery he played along by changing the subject. He looked up at his wife still seated at the table. God she was beautiful. He could get lost in that woman’s eyes. “Well I was busy with something of my own but I kinda got lonely and hungry. I thought maybe we could all get Bill to take us out on a drive and then we could pick some food up on the way back. What do you say everybody?” And then all at once, “Can I pick? I want pizza!” “You get to pick all the time, it’s my turn! Let’s have tacos!” “If daddy picks it’s gonna be Kentucky Fried Chicken!”
“Okay no fighting, how about we let mommy Annie decide,” Michael said looking intently at his wife. He was trying to discern whether or not she was upset with him and at the same time trying to give her the most loving look he could give. Annie’s heart always skipped a beat when he looked at her that way. “Well…why don’t you let me think about it for a little bit? You guys go get ready. Wash your hands and faces. Prince why don’t you get Bill and tell him what we are thinking about doing for dinner.” Sensing that Michael wanted to talk to her she added, “How about giving your father and me a little bit of alone time for now. Okay my munchkins?” Annie said.
“That sounds like a good idea my dear wife. Paris sweetie, tie your brother’s hair up before we leave, please?” Michael said. “All right daddy!” Paris said as they ran out of the room laughing and teasing one another. Before the door was closed all three turned around and almost simultaneously shouted, “Love you Annie!” and then quiet, Michael and Annie were alone. He anxiously went to her side, pulling up a chair and scooting it over so it was as close as humanly possible to hers. He stared into her eyes and said “Are you upset with me girl?” “No,” she replied back. “Are you upset with me?” she said tentatively. “No,” he replied back softly. She reached up and took her finger and started to nonchalantly trace a line on his face till she reached his lips and she tenderly swiped the pad of her thumb across them. She could see he was still slightly sweaty, knowing him the way she did now, she suspected that he had holed himself away in his dance studio for the last few hours, moving to a frantic beat, trying to alleviate the confusion and sadness he was feeling in his soul. “Did the dancing work Michael?” she asked softly as she continued to touch his face. As usual when she touched him he was lost in another world. He closed his eyes and then nodded his head and mumbled his assent, “Uh huh.” He opened his eyes and looked into hers intently, only the way he could and said softly, “But this is helpin’ more.” Annie felt a fluttery feeling inside of her stomach, and admitted to herself that this made her feel good—that he had chosen to come back to her, to talk to her, to be with her, so that they could sort it out together. She noticed that his eyes were red rimmed. “Were you crying,” she asked in that same soft voice, only for him to hear even though the door was closed and they were all alone. He nodded his head again and said “A little.” His voice had that tell tale hitch, the kind when someone was desperately trying to hide the fact that they had been crying, and may even start again at any minute. Suddenly he slid to the floor on his knees and buried his head in her lap. “Girl…please…I am sorry that I spoke to you that way…that was wrong of me Annie, please forgive me girl! I shouldn’t have been so mean to you. And I acted childish the way I left the room the way I did. I love you Annie! Please girl, tell me that you love me, I am so sorry!” He took her hands in his and squeezed them, and then brought them up to his lips and kissed them and rubbed them on his face.
He released her hands and she tenderly caressed the back of his head and said, “Michael of course I love you sweetie. Honey c’mon back up here and sit down baby. There’s nothing to forgive my sweet prince. I understand that you are emotional and very protective when it comes to your children. C’mon baby,” she urged him back up on to his chair by grasping his shoulders and he came back up and sat on the chair next to hers.
Michael felt better now being here with her, basking in her light. Because that is what she is…a light in the darkness, a beacon to guide him towards a better life. He leaned in and nuzzled her neck, letting his lips graze and then he rested his head on her shoulder. Annie broke the silence first. “Michael,” she said tentatively. Thinking that she was going to ask him about what if any decisions he had come to regarding the announcement and the photographs, he replied back, “Yes Annie.” “Trust is very important to you isn’t it?” He reluctantly pulled his head up from her shoulder and looked into her eyes. He was a bit taken aback by the question. “Well…yes, trust is an important quality that I desire in the people that I surround myself with, but most of all it’s a quality that I desire in the people that I love and care for. Annie girl where is this coming from?”
“I talked to Frank for a little bit after you left us this afternoon,” Annie said. “Tookie should mind his own business. Did he upset you Annie?” She reached up and caressed his face. “No he didn’t upset me Michael, don’t be angry with Frank. He meant no harm. I believe we understand each other better now. He cares a great deal about you. We talked about trust and how important it was to you.” He turned slightly away from her. His brow was furrowed and he bit his lip nervously. “Michael do you trust me?” He turned his head so that he was looking at her again. She could see the wariness in his eyes. “Girl you know that I do. Why are you asking me this Annie?” She knew this was going to be tough but she forged on. “Because this afternoon you looked at me as though you believed I betrayed you because of what I said about the use of the photos Michael.” He turned his head away again. He knew that his eyes revealed his emotions to her and he didn’t want her to look at him. But Annie reached up and took her hand and gently turned his face back to hers. “Michael, look at me. Be honest with me. Be real with me Michael. No masks, no walls. Do you trust me? I love you Michael and I want you to be honest with me.”
Michael looked at her. He could not deny her what she wanted. She deserved the truth, as painful as it might be. He reached over and took her hands in his again, clutching them tightly and said, “I love you more Annie. You know that I have...” he closed his eyes tightly and continued “…Have trouble trusting. But you have to understand that after the trial I withdrew even further into myself. The only three persons that I trusted one hundred percent were Prince, Paris and Blanket. I couldn’t even really bring myself to trust my mother completely because of her ties to my other siblings and of course my father. Since then I have only surrounded myself by a few people and those are employees…I trust these people as much as I am able to, Bill and the few assistants that I have now. But I pay them Annie and although they are loyal they do sign disclosure agreements and I pay their salaries. But you are different Annie. I never thought I would ever find someone that I could love the way I love you.” She watched him as he opened his eyes again and looked intently at her. “Annie please…don’t make me do this, please girl?” “Michael I think it’s important that you do. I love you Michael. Don’t be afraid.” His eyes were filled with yet unshed tears as he swallowed hard trying to hold them back. “Always…always, I keep a piece of who I am to myself. It’s so that I can feel like I am a real person and not some plastic image that they continuously purport me to be. I need that part. It’s mine and mine alone. You Annie….you are the only one that has come close to seeing this part of me besides Prince, Paris and Blanket. I am sorry Annie but I can’t give you all of it just yet. I am close. But I need more time. I love you so much girl and I know that I need you. Please be patient with me. Please?”
“It’s just that I have had so many people use me and abuse my trust that I can no longer trust anyone one hundred percent. Even you Annie.” He looked up into her eyes and saw the hurt there and Michael fell apart. He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her as close as possible, nearly dragging her off her chair. And then he laid his head on her shoulder and started to cry. “I am sorry Annie, I am so sorry. Please just give me some more time. You are the one person that I have allowed myself to open up to, more than any other person in such a long, long time. I love you so much girl. I don’t want to hurt you. But all I ever seem to do is hurt you—yesterday and again today. And there is no guarantee that I won’t hurt you again in the coming days,” he whispered, his voice ragged with emotion. She took her hand and began to run her fingers through his hair, tenderly kissing him on the top of his head she said softly, “Michael, hush now, I am fine baby—I am pretty resilient—I don’t want you to fret about it. Michael, what can I do to make you trust me more baby?”
Oh God why was she making him do this—it was so painful for him, his voice was muffled by his tears and he refused to look up at her just yet but continued on, “You are doing everything that you can do already girl. You took me back and you moved to California, and you married me and you are having my child,” he placed his hand on her tummy when he said this. “You have welcomed my children with your love and your warmth as if they are your own and they love you so much. Each day when I wake up and see you there in bed next to me my heart is filled with love and joy knowing that I get to spend yet another day with you. You are doing everything right…can’t you see that it’s me that is broken.” And then he repeated his entreaty, “Please Annie just give me some more time…I know in time my heart will open up to you completely…each day it’s getting better and better girl.”
Annie took her hands and placed them on each side of his face, dragging his head up reluctantly from the safe protection of her shoulder. She looked into his eyes. Michael saw that the pain previously there was gone and here again were her sparkling, loving eyes greeting him. “Michael I love you and you can have all the time that you need, forever and a day my love,” she kissed him tenderly on the lips and then took her hands and wiped some of the tears from his face. “If you feel like you have to keep a special part of you all to yourself, so be it, but know that you won’t hurt me as long as you are honest with me.”
“You see Michael, I know about your safety mechanisms. I know that you hold back who you really are with certain individuals and I also know that you take on different personas so to speak depending on the situation and who the person is. I know that you do it to protect yourself from hurt or harm. But promise me this Michael, you must always allow yourself to be real with me. I won’t try to change you. I don’t want to fix you Michael. I…I want to allow you to be who you are because I love the person that you are Michael. Warts and all!” This time it was his turn to take her face in his hands. He caressed her tenderly letting his fingers move across her cheeks and then tangle themselves in her curls, at the same time he pulled her closer and kissed her passionately on her lips. “Annie you are an amazing person—you seemingly have an endless supply of patience and fortitude to deal with me—warts and all!” “And love Michael...don’t ever forget my love for you is in endless supply, combined with your love for me, we will be able to face each day as it comes.” He smiled at her and as usual her heart beat a little bit faster seeing that beautiful grin of his. He continued to gaze into her eyes lovingly. “I love that you allow me to be me and that I don’t have to wear a mask around you or pretend to be something that I am not. I feel like you are breaking down my walls girl….and like I said before, each day I feel like I am coming out of my shell more and more with you because of the way you love me so strongly.”
“As far as changing me or fixing me girl…know that I have never ever felt that kind of pressure from you Annie…and believe me I know what it feels like. But hearing you say that to me…it just reinforces in me how lucky I am to have you in my life. You know girl, I came back this afternoon because I wanted to tell you that I was sorry and that I need to remember that I don’t have to face everything alone anymore.” He let his head rest on her shoulder once again and Annie wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her body. “So that brings us back to the situation at hand my sweet girl. I am still not sure about the photos…can we talk about it some more girl?” he said tentatively.
“Tell you what beautiful, let’s put this angst away for the day. All right sweetie? Let’s get you into a hot shower so that you can wash away all the sweat and tension from your body from your workout and then we will go find the kids and we will go for that relaxing drive and get some food. And then we will spend some happy and healing time with the children tonight, just our little family. I know that always rejuvenates you Michael. And we will continue the discussion about the announcement and the photos tomorrow once we are rested and feeling better. But we will come up with a solution together Michael, one that we both can live with and one that we know will be good for all of us—as a family. How’s that sound baby?” Annie said as she continued to stroke the back of his head with her fingers. “That sounds good Annie,” Michael said softly. She could feel that he was already starting to calm down.
Annie got up from her chair and held out her hand for Michael. He took it and stood up and allowed Annie to lead him out of her studio and down the hall towards their bedroom. Right before they got there though he stopped and she turned around, “Yes Michael, what’s wrong,” she said. He pulled her into an embrace, wrapping his arms around her, and she looped her arms around his neck. “Nothing Annie, I was just thinking though…” and he leaned in even closer and whispered softly in her ear, “What’s this secret that is being kept from me anyways?” She laughed. “Well it wouldn’t be a secret now if I told you Michael, would it?” “Girl you know I have ways of getting it out of you. I can give you some more of that sweet (kissing her on her neck), sweet (kissing her on her chin), torture (ending with a lingering kiss on her lips). “Hmmm…well you can give it your best shot baby, but my lips are sealed!” And with that, she started to turn around and walk away, but not before he pulled her back again into another tight embrace. “Well my sweet, beautiful girl, how about later on, after the kids are asleep, I give it my best shot!” And then he gave her another lingering kiss. After they broke apart, in a bit of a breathless whisper she replied, “Hmm…well I promised I would not divulge the secret….but I am not against allowing you to try to weasel it out of me!” And this time she was able to escape his arms and hurry into the bedroom ahead of him.
The hot water felt good hitting his body, streaming down his head, his back and his shoulders—washing away not only the sweat, but the tension and the stress and the pain. He thought about what had just transpired between them. She brought out his emotions and his true feelings like no other person had ever before. It hurt sometimes, thinking and talking about this stuff that had been pent up inside of him for so long. But always after they talked he felt at peace with himself and with whom he was. He winced inwardly when he thought of that hurt look in her eyes when he told her he was still holding back a part of himself. But then again she had told him that he needed to be real and honest with her. And he truly felt like she was healing him…making him whole…keeping him real and true to himself. She was like therapy for him.
He turned around and tilted his head up, closing his eyes he let the warm water spray over his face and he said yet another little prayer, “Thank you Lord Jehovah for bringing Annie Walker into my life, I will try for the rest of my life to be the best husband that I know how to be for her—because she deserves the best that I can be. I love her very much God, please watch over her and my children and keep all of us in your care, Amen!” As he thought of her and how much he loved her, an image of her face appeared in his mind—she was smiling and laughing and Michael felt warmth emanate throughout his body and he smiled. He was happy and when he was happy he liked to sing.
Annie sat on the bed, brushing her hair, thinking about the intense conversation that they had just had. She could hear Michael’s beautiful voice ringing out as he took his shower, “I just can’t stop loving you, I just can’t stop loving you, and if I stop—AOOWW!—then tell me just what will I do…I just can’t stop loving you!” He was happy again. Gone was the anxiety and pain from little more than a half hour ago. Such was the way with her tenderhearted and loving husband. She knew the sadness and the pain would probably return again—but each time these interludes happened she was determined to make sure that they were smaller and farther in between times of great joy and happiness. She would admit only to herself and no one else that it had hurt her slightly that he had admitted that he could not totally trust her and that he was still holding a part of himself from her. She understood why he felt this way. He had been wounded and betrayed so many times before by people that he thought he could trust that now he had a hard time revealing his true self to people. However she knew with great certainty that he loved her very, very much and as she had just promised him, they would take it one day at a time—she felt certain that their love for each other would only deepen more and soon she knew Michael would open up to her totally. She would never leave him, or give up on him, the way others in his life had—those that had professed a great love and friendship with him only to abandon him in his time of need. No, she would stay with him forever, through the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, because she loved him more than she could ever profess to him aloud. Annie would never walk away.
By Scrantonmjfan
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