"Good morning sleepy head" I heard Michael's soft voice and a smile spread across my face as I pulled the covers over my head.

"Morning Michael" I muffled and turned towards him, wrapping my arms around his body. He was wearing pajama bottoms and had taken off his shirt.

"Come here, my beautiful wife" He pulled me closer to him and I put my head in his lap, lying there comfortable while he caressed my hair. I grabbed his other hand and held it, intertwining our fingers.

"Yesterday was amazing. That wedding was beyond anything I could've ever dreamed" I said and looked up at him. "You're already a wonderful husband Michael." I giggled. He smirked and put a kiss on my lips.

"Would you...want to go on a honeymoon?" Michael asked and raised his eyebrows. I opened my mouth and just let out a faint "really?"

"Yeah of course!" he smiled and held me tighter. "Where do you want to go?"

"I....I really don't know Michael" I said in disbelief. I was never out of the country before and I had never even imagined going on a trip with Michael. It was always just here, at Neverland, where we were, but I was so excited to travel someplace new with him.

"You can think about it. I'll get us some books to look through and find a travel destination, just for the two of us." He smiled at me. "Now uh...nothing."

"What?" I asked and drew circles around his bellybutton.

"There's nothing babe, I just wanted..." Michael smiled.

"You wanted to play, right Mr. Jackson?" I smirked. I loved calling him that, and I knew he found it amusing too. I pushed him back and he lay down on the bed.

"No, I didn't" Michael laughed and raised his hands, as if to surrender. I could tell he was blushing a bit. Even after a year of us being a couple, he still blushed very easily.

"I don't believe you, look at your smile. You can't wait until I touch you." I winked and run my fingers down the sides of his upper body. He gently grabbed my wrists and held them a little, letting me do butt just taking a bit of control.

Last year I tried so many times to teach Michael about trust and control, showing him that he could let himself go with me. I can definitely say I taught him a lot and he was very much at ease with me, but there were some things I couldn't change anymore. Whatever Lisa had done to him had left an impression on him, and even subconsciously he still carried those feelings with him. But that was just what made Michael, Michael. The man who always needed a little control over what was happening to him.

I stroked down the sides of his body and he closed his eyes, his fingers loosening around my wrists. I smiled. This was always a good sign. "Feels good?" I asked and Michael nodded. When I touched the rim of his pajama pants he opened his eyes. A little control. I slid his pants down and took them off, leaving him completely bare on the bed. He rarely wore underwear to bed, which made it fairly easy to seduce him in the mornings.

Michael pushed a fluffy pillow behind his back and smiled at me. I sat beside him and stroked his thighs, gently letting my fingertips roam across the inner parts of his legs.

"You like my legs huh?" He chuckled and put his hands behind his head. I rolled my eyes at him. "Boy, you know I do that because you always beg for me to do this to you."

Michael snorted. "I don't beg. I took a deep breath, touched his knees so he spread his legs and I could sit between them.

"You do, and you know you do" I laughed and caressed his thighs, when a little moan escaped Michael's lips. He put his hand in front of his mouth and chuckled. I just raised my eyebrows and shook my head, continuing to lightly stroke around his thighs.

"I remember last night when you were reading your book and I sat in your lap, just minding my own business and I was subconsciously running my fingers right across here." I said and did the same move, tracing with my finger along the inside of his thighs. Michael let out a grunt in satisfaction. "I remember you saying: Oh please do that again Susan. Then I wanted to get up but you held me back and said: please. And you had that look on your face, those puppy eyes." I laughed and Michael looked at me, a bit embarrassed.

"Well, I just kinda like the feeling" He said slowly and I could tell I had embarrassed him now, just by the way he looked down and bit his lip.

"You're sweet" I laughed and bent over him, holding his face in my hands and putting a kiss on his lips.

"And you're the best wife ever" He chuckled. "But, what I actually wanted to tell you was that we will have guests today. Jermaine called me last night and said he wanted to come over. He'll be there in half an hour now, we wasted time!"

"No way! Gosh, I have to get ready! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" I jumped off of the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

"Hey, calm down" Michael laughed and put his pants on again and walked over to me. "You look perfectly beautiful like this! You don't need to put on any makeup."

"Well, I want to" I said and searched through my makeup drawer that we just had installed. It was crazy; it actually started to feel like I had moved in. It all felt like home.

"It's only my brother and my mother." Michael said and put his hand on my shoulder, looking at me through the reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Your mom too? Gosh now I'm nervous. Just...give me 10 minutes" I said and frantically washed my face. Michael shook his head, smiling, and left the room to change. After some minutes he came came back, leaning in the doorframe to our bathroom that I was in.

"15 minutes already, honey" He giggled.

"Mike! I'm done, in some minutes, really, I just need to....uhhhh... lipstick." I grabbed it and put it on. Michael suddenly put his hands on my shoulders and began massaging me.

"Relax Susan" He whispered and kneaded my shoulders.

"Ok, I'm done. How do I look?" I turned around and Michael held my arms, studying my face with a wide smirk.

"Gorgeous. Does the lipstick last though?"

"What do you mean? Yes of course it lasts" I looked at him a little confused and he suddenly kissed me wildly. I tell you, that man is crazy! When I could finally catch my breath, I pulled away and looked in the mirror, only to see lipstick smeared across my face.

"You should take off that lipstick, then you're fine. I intend to kiss you in front of Jermaine, just to make him jealous." Michael winked. When we were done, we went downstairs and right then, Michael's family arrived. Michael hugged his brother, who had brought his son Donte, who was 5 years old, with him. And gave his mother a kiss on her cheek.

"So, this is my wife Susan." He smiled with so much pride and joy in his eyes. He couldn't even talk more, as he just smiled widely and held my hand.

"Hi, so nice to meet you Mrs. Jackson." I said and she pulled me into a hug, as did Jermaine.

"Nice to meet you, you're really making my son happy. I've never seen him like this before." Katherine laughed and put her purse down.

"Nice to meet you, wow...you're stunning" Jermaine smiled.

"Hey, back off man!" Michael quickly wrapped his arm around me and we both laughed.

We spent the day talking about all kinds of things, of course Michael's mother wanted to know everything about me and we quickly got along. Michael was sitting on the couch, playing with Donte, who was sitting in his lap and drove his little trick over Michael's head. They were both laughing like crazy and Michael seemed so happy.

I looked at the scenario and found myself smiling widely.

"He really loves kids" I said and Katherine nodded her head.

"He always did, he's just got this love for them ever since he was a child himself. I even taught him to change diapers when his sister Janet was born! He loves taking care of children." Katherine chuckled.

"He really does" I said, lost in thoughts.

After they had left, Michael and I were sitting on our bed, with the cover up to our chests. I wrapped my legs around his, that's how we always slept, as close to each other as possible.

"That was a wonderful day" I smiled at Michael.

"Yes, mother really likes you. And Jermaine, gosh, I could tell he was jealous." Michael chuckled.

"And you were having fun with Donte" I smiled.

"Yeah, I did. He's a good boy." Michael smiled.

"Michael...remember last year, before you left for tour? Remember the thing with the triplets?" I swallowed, thinking of how happy he had been when we joked around about having triplets together. And then, how disappointed and hurt he was when I had told him that I had taken birth control. But, I just wasn't ready back then, I was only 24 and I didn't know Michael for a long time then.

"Of course I remember that." Michael smiled faintly. "You weren't ready, I understand that now Susan. But now, I guess...I'm too old, right? That's what you think?"

I looked at him, surprised. I had never heard him speak about this concern, nor had I ever thought he was too old.

"You think you're old honey?!" I giggled and playfully slapped his arm. "You are not too old, you're a baby to me" We both laughed and I rolled on top of him. I stared into his eyes and bit my bottom lip.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" He smiled.

"Indeed" I whispered and took his large hand in mine. Michael" I began and smiled at how concentrated he looked, trying to figure out what I wanted to tell him.

"Yes?" He whispered softly. I could see his eyes getting watery, he could feel what I was about to say.

"I know what this heart beats for" I said and put my hand over his heart. Michael smiled and looked at me. "Your deepest wish."

"You do?" He whispered with a huge smile on his face. I nodded. "I want us to have a baby." I said. Michael closed his eyes and his smile spread even further. He wrapped his arms around my body and held the back of my head with his hand. It was such a wonderful thought, him finally being a father.

"I love you so much Michael, and you're not too old. I never thought that" I giggled.

"You're right. You're 25, I'm 37. We're just fine." He smiled.

"I'm 26 soon, in a month" I winked and poked his chest.

"And now?" He raised his eyebrow suggestively.

"Now, I hope you know how to make children" I laughed and he instantly pushed turned us around, so I was lying on the bed and he was on top of me.

"Oh believe me, I do" He said and pulled off his shirt. That night, was one of the best nights. His energy as skyrocketing like never before and he was so happy.