~Michael's POV

I stayed focused on my daughter as best I could. Bill took Rayne, Camille, and I to my favorite store, where we got most of my furniture for Neverland, to find Millie a new bed.

"Michael! Rayne! it's so good to see you both again. Looking for anything specific or just browsing?" Penelope, the store owner, smiles. Her French accent causing Camille to frown.

"Well, our little one here.." I gesture to Camille in Rayne's arms. "She's climbing out her crib..so since she's 2 now, we wanna get her a big girl bed. Something she can relax in.."

"And something safe.. Most importantly." Rayne chimes. I chuckle, she's such a mother now.

"Of course mom." Penelope grins, "follow me to the baby section. We'll find something perfect for your little princess." Rayne passes Camille to me to hold while she inspected each bed for safety.

"Daddy, I'm a big girl?" Camille asks. Her speech gets better and better everyday.

"Yes Millie girl, you are" I smile, following behind Rayne.

"'Buggy' what do you think of this one?" Rayne turns looking at Camille for approval.

"Wanna go sit on it? Try it out." I enthuse her, putting her feet on the floor. "Baby I don't know about this one. It looks like a prison bed." I whisper in Rayne's ear.

"I think it's cute for her. It's only temporary, she's gonna grow out of it quick anyway." She responds. "Look baby girl, there's a big white headboard.. I could get you some washable markers and you can draw on the bed yourself." She says sitting next to an unsure Camille.

"Draw?" She asked excitedly. Rayne nodded. I roll my eyes, knowing she was sold.

Once we got the bed we headed back downstairs to the entrance to leave, but were greeted by a sea of fans screaming my name loud enough to scare Camille.

"Michael!! Michael!!" They yell. I give a small wave and smile, hoping that would subside the yelling, that never works.

Camille places her hands over her ears and closes her eyes, burying herself into Rayne's chest.

"Let me show you the back way out." Penelope says, leading us behind the counter.

We sit in the truck as Bill and Leroy place Millie's new bed in the trunk. Rayne and I buckle Camille in her car seat between us.

"That was scary huh?" I ask Camille. She nods, her bottom lip pouting adorably. I kiss her forehead, "you'll understand once you're older."

"It's gonna get worse kid." Bill chimes in jokingly.

Rayne giggles to herself, stroking Camille's hair back. Every once in a while, I take a moment to process my life. I'm married to a beautiful woman whose been the love of my life since I was 17 and I have a beautiful daughter. There are no words nor emotions available to explain the amount of love I hold for them deeply. I'd die without them. I reach across to run my thumb across Rayne's chin, just to catch her attention. She seemed to be so enamored with our daughter.

"What?" She giggles.

"I love you." I grin. She smiles at me for a while before returning the phrase in her most sincere tone.

"I love you too." Music to my ears.

***
"I've gotta hang her portrait in her room, and take the baby gate off the top of the steps. Bill you and Leroy can bring her bed this way." Rayne directs them upstairs.

I held Camille in my arms as she slept peacefully. I began singing her favorite song "Hold me.. Like the river Jordan, and I will then say to thee, you are my friend. Carry me.. Like you are my brother.. Love me like a mother, will you be there." I continue to hum as she nestled softly into my chest.

"We're just waiting for your bed to be built Millie." I whisper to her, placing her on my bed for the time being. I check to see the progress of my bodyguards and the transition of crib to bed.

"Why are you crying?" I ask Rayne as I step inside the room.

"They're taking down her crib. She's growing up." Rayne sniffles, releasing a small giggle.

"Oh for God sakes, she's only 2, not 12." I chuckle, wrapping my arm around her.

"12 is only 10 years away Mike. She's gonna be 12 in 10 years."

"And we'll be 45 in 10 years, so what? She's gonna grow babe. Stop crying silly." I grin, using my thumb to wipe her eyes. She nods giggling.

"What do you think of the painting? You think she'll like it?" She asks.

"Definitely. It's adorable.." I smile. I look off to the corner to see another painting. "Hey what's that one?"

"Oh that's my painting of Malik. He just seemed like such a sad child with a sweet spirit. That's gonna go in my gallery." She explained. I nod and go back to check on Camille.

***
"I think it's safe to say, Camille is pretty comfortable in her new bed." Rayne sighs, entering our room.

"That's good." I smile. "Now you come get comfy in your old bed." I flirt, patting the empty space beside me. She grins almost sitting on my lyrics I was writing. She grabs them and began reading aloud.

"He wanna do something freaky to you, he wanna wrap his arms all around you girl?" She reads chuckling. "Why Mr. Jackson! I'm shocked." She laughs.

"Oh come on, it's a draft. Hand it over." I smirk. I reach over her attempting to snatch it out of her hand.

"Wait it gets better... 'He wanna turn the key. Work the sheets! Move to the left.. Hot scrub, hot love.. Making it..WE-' Michael!" She gasps playfully as she hands over the papers. "Interesting song.." She teases.

"Oh hush!" I laugh, placing kisses on her neck and collarbone.

***

~Rayne's POV

I woke up to that sad painting staring me in the face. I look at it and give a deep sigh, "I wish I could have helped you." Full of remorse, I grab the painting and face it against the wall. I hear my daughter giggling in her room, so I go and check on her.

"No daddy, my bed" she giggles. I peek inside to see Michael attempting to lay next to her, while she constantly pushes him off.

"Good morning you two.. Michael what are you doing to my daughter?" I giggle, leaning on the doorframe.

"I came in to check on her this morning and her bed looked so comfy, I wanted to try it out" he says playfully sitting on her bed again. She thrusts her hands against his back again repeating "no daddy, my bed" laughing.

It keeps hitting me that she's talking, walking and interacting with people. She knew we loved her and would never hurt her no matter what happens in life. She was content because she knows we are here to protect her, that she is our gift and that we'd give her the world and more if we could. We promised her things my mother and Michael's father never gave us. I can't imagine a child living without the love of their parents.

"Rayne.. You look so out of it. Something on your mind?" Michael asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I wave him out of the room to talk to him in the hall.

"Have you heard anything from Audrey or Malik?" I sigh. He returns my somber mood with a soft sigh.

"No, I haven't.. Believe me I'm just as worried. I hope they are okay."

"I just can't seem to shake them from my mind. I'm trying too..." I groan.

He hugs me tightly, "I know, my love. You gave me the best advice. 'Pray and take care of our own.' Let's focus on our daughter.. She's growing right before our eyes."

I nod in agreement and grab Camille to feed her breakfast. Seating her at her high chair, she and I sing our ABC's and practice our numbers 1 through 10.

The small television blares : "Michael Jackson set to headline Super Bowl halftime show."

"What?" Michael says confused. I turn the television up louder so he could hear.

"You're doing the halftime show!" I grin.

"I guess I am. My team must've approved this, because I haven't hired a new manager yet."

The television flashes clips of Michael's performances causing Camille to yell "daddy!" pointing at the tv.

"We'll congratulations MJ looks like we'll be going to the Super Bowl." I smirk. I knew that would excite him that we would actually be there.

"You're coming?" He lights up.

I shrug, "why not, it's only one night.. She's old enough to travel."

"Now I've gotta call rehearsals and hold a conference for the NFL" he rolls his eyes. "I was enjoying my break."

"Back to work daddy." Camille says. I chuckle silently because I told her to say it.

"I'm sorry" I laugh