Michael's POV

We didn't speak much the next morning, but I couldn't tell if she was upset with me, or just upset period. It actually made me think, was I jumping to conclusions? Did I go overboard last night? Should I apologize? I wasn't sure how to react to anything at the moment, so I just carried on my day like it was normal.. even if she wasn't talking to me.

I held Michael in my lap as I was sitting in my office. While Rayne and Leon dropped Camille off at school. The day started off normally, but I wanted to figure out how to approach last night. I could barely focus on work.

My cell phone rang loudly, "Hello?" I answer. Usually I don't answer unknown numbers, so I proceeded with caution.

"Is THIS Michael Jackson?" The voice asks, it held some type of accent.

"Yes.. who is this please?" I answer.

All of a sudden a group of girls start yelling and giggling, "oh my god, it really is him, we are huge fans!! We live in Romania."

I sigh, this is the fifth time a fan has gotten my number from someone, or somewhere. Part of the main reason I never kept a cellphone is because fans would somehow obtain my number and my phone would practically blow up with phone calls and texts. It's sweet that my fans love me enough to contact me, but that's a serious privacy issue for me.

"Ladies, thanks for calling.. I really appreciate all of your love and support.. and-"

"We love you Michael!!" They scream, almost deafening my ear.

I chuckle, "I love you more.. I would love to stay and talk with you but I'm very busy.. Goodbye." I say as nicely as possible before clicking off the line and turning my phone off.

I page Wayne who sat in while Leon took Camille to school. "Wayne.."

"Yeah boss?"

"I'm gonna need a new phone.." I sigh.

"I'll go grab one for you now.. Leon and Rayne just got back."

"Ok. Thanks." I take my son and exit out of my office, meeting Rayne right at the door, her eyes diverting to the ground. "No tears this time?" I chuckle awkwardly.

"What?" Rayne asked almost annoyed.

"I was just saying, it's her first day of 3rd grade. Usually you cry a little.." I grin. Rayne doesn't even give me an inch of a smile before trailing off towards the stairs leading to our room.

This felt all wrong, we weren't on the same page anymore. I blurted out, "What's up with you Ray?"

She paused at the steps and turned to me, "I don't know.." she sighs.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I'm upset because you think something is going on between Andre and I.. or if I'm upset because there could've been, had you not said something.." she sulks on the bottom step. Burying her face in her hands, she lets out a whine.

I sit next to her, my arms rested on my knees. "You still love me?" I ask.

Her face was almost unreadable, like how could I dare have asked her that question. "Of course I do Mike.." she responded

"Do you still wanna be with me?" I ask. She gives me another "are you serious" stare.

"I'm just asking.." I sigh, "if that's the case... why are we doing this?"

"While you were gone, or busy, he gave me attention. Attention I want from you.. and I know you can't give me attention all the time. But when you're not here, I'm not gonna lie, I miss it." She leans on my shoulder.

I lean my head on hers, allowing my lips to lean on her temple. "You know I love you. You know I think you're perfect. I'd give you the world if I had it to give.. you KNOW this.."

"I know.. but sometimes a girl needs to hear it every once in a while. It just feels like, sometimes.. I stand by you especially when it came to your drug problem, and all I get is to watch you hole yourself up in your office.. that's just how I feel." She shrugs.

"I never want you to feel neglected.. it's apart of my duties as a husband to make sure you are thoroughly appreciated for who you are.. listen to me." I express, pulling her hands in mine. "I love you Rayne Fleeson, you mean the world and so much more to me. Everything you've done has bettered me as a man, a father and a husband and I can't thank you enough. Ok? If I'm ever slacking on my job, let me know. You should never have to look elsewhere." I hug her tightly, my lips pecking her forehead sweetly.

"I'm sorry babe.." she sniffles.

***

Although Rayne and I felt everything was ok between us, Camille seemed to sense something different.

Little Michael sat in front of the television cackling away at the alphabet song, as usual, while I helped Camille with her spelling homework. I curled the paper with the words in front of me so she couldn't see. "Ok, spell.. 'special' that's a tricky one." I grin.

She sighs irritably and pushes her chin into her and. "Special, S-P-E-C-I-A-L.. special. Daddy I don't wanna do this anymore."

I place the paper on the table, "well ok.. we don't have to. What do you wanna do?" I ask.

She pouts quietly, her bottom lip poking out adorably and her eyes watered shortly after. "Baby what's wrong??" I ask my arms outstretched. She leans into my arms, wiping her eyes to catch the tears before they fell.

"Maria's parents are getting a divorce. At first we didn't know what that meant so we asked Mrs. Keating, she said it's when mommies and daddies live in different houses cause they can't get along."

I hug her tightly, rubbing her back. "Well I don't understand why you're so upset? Is it because Maria's parents are getting a divorce?"

She shakes her head sniffling. "You and mommy aren't getting along. I'm scared you're gonna get a divorce too."

I sigh, "no.. we're not. Sometimes parents just don't see eye to eye. But they can still love each other very much. Your mom and I love each other no matter what. We've been through worse things than a little argument." I smile to reassure her.

She nods her head, laying in my chest for a few more moments. "I love you daddy."

I grin, "I love you too pumpkin." She grabs her books off the table and heads upstairs into her room. Times like that let me know that, even though she doesn't want me to cut her waffles into hearts, or tickle her in front of her friends, she's still my little girl.

***

Rayne's POV

I sat in the small cafe with Andre for what I wanted to be the last time.

"Hey, after that little hang up over the phone. I was pretty sure I wouldn't hear from you anymore." He smiles, sitting in the seat across from me.

I giggle awkwardly, "yeah, I'm sorry about that.. Michael was just upset.."

"Obviously.." he laughs. "So what made you give me another call?"

I clear my throat, my cheeks feeling flushed. "After Michael and I argued... we had a few conversations. I don't think you and I should be friends.. it's obvious there are tensions between us and I don't want either of us to act on it. I'm married.. and I love my husband very much. I can't imagine doing something to hurt him."

Andre squinted his eyes at me, his fingers pressed against his lips softly. "Are you positive you're happy in your marriage? Because if you were you wouldn't have these thoughts. Why would we act on something if we didn't wanna do them in the first place?" His eyebrow raises in suspicion.

"I'm attracted to you, that's true.. but you wouldn't feel the way if you weren't attracted to me too..but.. I understand." He stands, before leaning down and pressing his lips against mine. It didn't feel wrong, but it definitely didn't feel right. But I couldn't stop my self from enjoying it and kissing him back.

He pulled away softly, "see.. you wouldn't have enjoyed that as much as you did if you were happy... but good luck on your marriage." He says walking off, leaving me stuck.

Fuck