Y/N P.O.V.

The sound of the crickets from the outside was so soothing, and I could see the fireflies flying around. I was on your laptop watching something on Netflix to chillax while waiting for Michael to return. 

I was watching one of my favorite films and had empty, loaded snacks around the bed. My eyes were trained on the screen, and I didn't hear anyone enter the bedroom. 

Michael opened his phone without noticing to start recording himself in our shared bedroom. I was lying on the bed watching Netflix when I heard his voice breaking the silence. 

"This girl, right here..." He starts as he views the camera's angle to zoom close at me and return it to its standard size. He continues,"...is the laziest girl in the world." He went on as I looked away from my laptop, giggling. 

"No, I am not!" I protested. 

He looked at me side-eyed and just stared at me. 

"She's so spoiled." He adds. 

"I'm not!" 

He approached me, and I grabbed a pillow to lift it over my face. I was blushing, and Michael reached to my side to tickle me. I couldn't hold back my loud mouth, filling the room with laughter. 

"She has a beautiful smile. Like sunshine to brighten up anyone's days." He complimented. 

"Turn it off!" I said as he stopped recording and leaned down to peck my forehead. 

He looked at me with a soft gaze, "I didn't expect you to stay up so late." He said. 

"I wanted to wait up for you," I replied, looking back at him. 

"Mhm, you've been snacking all over the bed, girl." He snickered. 

"I'll clean it up." 

He looked at the hem of my clothing, which seemed very familiar in his eyes. I hugged myself as he touched the silky cloth of my red shirt. 

"You're wearing my shirt. Is it that comfortable?" He asked. 

You lay on your back, looking back at him, responding, "It's comfy! Even better when I sleep in it." You smiled up at him as he shook his head, chuckling. 

"You can have it. If that's your favorite one." He said.

"It is! I even like the blue one you wear." I complimented. 

"What about my outfits for when I perform?" He asked. 

"Uh...I like all of them!" I beamed. 

"Which one is your favorite?" He asked. 

I bit my lip shyly, "The one you wore in Bad and History." 

"Oh...you like bad boys?" He grimaced with an eyebrow raised. 

I immediately caught him off guard and continued, "Bad boys are sometimes angels as long as they don't do anything wrong." 

"Okay. Nothing wrong with that. What about my History one?" He asked. 

"I like your golden pants," I replied straight forward. 

He let out a giggle, and his cheeks turned bright red. 

"Oh my gosh..." He lowers his hand to his mouth to hold back his giggles. 

"Girl, you are a mess." He says as his giggles die out. 

"Not my fault the golden pants were getting the attention." I snickered. 

I leaned over the bed, began picking up the wrappers, and threw them in the trash. Michael was still in bed, but I forced him to shower, covered in sweat since he was in the studio. When he finished showering, Michael came right next to me wearing his silky pj's labeled with his initials in the corner that was small. 

"Y/N, do you have a moment to spare?" He asked. 

"Yes." I nod. 

I had my full attention on him as he inhaled, taking both of my hands, "I am starting a show coming in three months that will be hosted in New York City. It's the 30th Anniversary celebration in honor of Jackson's thirtieth year as a solo entertainer--me, of course." He explained, holding my hands together and giving them a gentle squeeze. 

"When is it going to be on?" I asked. 

"September 7-10. So, we'll have to book a plane to get a suite during August." He replied as I nodded. His head lowered as he asked, "Will you come with me? Prince and Paris are coming." 

"I would love to go! I'll watch you and the others perform." I chimed. 

Michael looked very happy as his eyes lit up like he was getting a treat from a candy store. 

"I was also thinking about including you in the show." He said, making my smile slowly go away. 

"Why?" I asked.

"Cause I think we should open up our relationship in front of the people. I want to tell them we are dating, and you are mine." He explains sympathetically as I am excited about the trip, but being a part of the show to reveal my relationship with him is something else. 

"Are you sure? I can't dance." I replied, looking away and releasing his hands from mine. 

Michael placed his hand to force my head to face him. He continues, "You have good dance moves and a beautiful voice." I looked at him in disbelief. 

"I can't do none of those things." 

He scoffed. "I've seen you dance and sing when I work. Your voice is so soft, and your dance moves are incredible." He complimented everything about what I did even though I never desired to show it off in front of everyone. 

"I don't know, Michael. I-I get nervous in front of people a-and I develop anxiety." I stammered. 

I want to go to bed and not talk about it. I was not in the mood to continue with this conversation. 

My eyes looked back at Michael's, searching for something in them, hoping he would understand that I wasn't cut out for this. He probably thinks I am a chicken, too scared to perform in front of the crowd. 

I slowly felt his large hands reach up to cup my face as he softly stared into my eyes. 

"You don't have to be afraid when I am with you on stage." He spoke in his deep voice that sent a tingle down my spine.

"But-"

"We'll discuss this in the morning." He cut me off, pressing his lips against mine, giving it a gentle peck. 

We climbed under the covers; Michael turned off the lamps and cuddled next to me with his arms wrapped around my waist. He was humming a little tune while coming through my hair while I was steadily thinking about what to do for the upcoming show in three months. 

~

Third Person P.O.V.

Early the following day, you were lying in bed and felt the covers were left shuffled over, leaving you in the bed alone. You sat up as you heard the sound of the bedroom door clicking. Your eyes lit up, and a smile formed across your face. Michael entered the room carrying a tray of prepared breakfast of blueberry pancakes, sausages, bacon, an apple, and orange juice on the side. 

"Good morning~" He greeted as he went over to your side to place the tray on your lap.

"Breakfast in bed? This is unexpected." You giggled. 

"I want to treat my princess with the finest dish for this beautiful day." Said Michael, leaning over to peck your cheek, making you flustered. 

"Thank you." You bit the bottom of your lip, smiling at him, and your shoulders hunched. 

When Michael first met you, he enjoyed teasing you to get you to do that whenever he would say something to get you to feel sheepish. 

You sat in bed eating breakfast and even served Michael a few bites. Moments later, his kids appeared to greet you both a good morning and you 'awe' at the loving sight. They enjoyed having you when you were around to play and watch over them while Michael worked.

Later on, you went to get a dress for the today, and you had plans since you'll be meeting someone downtown in an L.A. cafe. 

"Y/N, where are you going?" Paris asked. 

"I'm off to visit a close friend at the cafe." You replied. 

"Are you coming back?" Prince asked. 

Michael looked at his son, rising from his seat, "Down, Prince. Down." He demanded as the young boy obeyed, still looking towards you, waiting for an answer.

"I'll be back soon. Don't wait up for me." You said, grabbing your keys and walking over to peck all three before leaving the house to go to your car. 

You turned on the engine and started riding out of Michael's mansion to make an appointment with someone. 

Michael P.O.V.

"See, see." I scolded my son for standing on the chair when I politely asked him not to do it. He can be difficult to handle sometimes, unlike Paris, though. 

The two kids went upstairs to play while I was still thinking about the travel to New York City for this particular showcase premiering in September. I was excited, but not when it came to touring. It's exhausting. I hoped to turn to Y/N and ask if she was interested in tagging, which she was eager to join, except for being apart on stage. 

After talking with her last night, she didn't seem interested in singing or dancing on stage. I just wanted her to open up, not only our secret relationship. I can't believe I dated it, and she is the first female bodyguard I had, and she does a fantastic job. 

My father discovered that I had a female bodyguard going around the tabloids. They consider Y/N too ignorant, foolish, and stupid to be my bodyguard. I didn't choose her life; she chose it herself. Period. Plus, he made a fuss about having a woman get trampled in the crowd, and I would also check on her and my other bodyguards. She never complained about me and was always on my heels wherever I went. That's why I grew to love her more than just my bodyguard. 

I sighed, lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. I would be more energized if I were interested in reading, drawing, playing with my kids, or going outside to do fun activities. I wasn't in the mood to do anything, and I had already completed half of the songs for my new album releasing this year. 

"Man, if only Y/N were here," I muttered. 

Y/N was fun to hang out with, and she is way more different than the other girls I've dated. She loved playing games and coming up with activities even when the weather was terrible. I should call her, but she's going to visit someone. 

I know Y/N, and she is loyal to me. She never cheats or, behind my back, meets some random dude or guy. Only this time, she says, it was one of her work friends. My eyes looked at my watch, which was already going on 11. 

"Daddy! Come play with us!" Prince shouted. 

"Coming!" I replied, shouting back as I sat up to get up from the couch to play with my children.