"Michael? Michael? Man are you listening to me?" He calls over the roaring crowd outside.

Turning away from double doors, I release Jesse's hand and cover my left ear.

"Bill you know I can't hear you over the crowd!" I yell, hoping he heard me.

"What growl?! Mike what in the hell are you talking about?!" Bill asks, pushing Jesse and I through the double doors.

Once inside, I smile at the passing patients. Their bodies weak, but their smiles are still bright and warm.

This is my second job. A job I faithfully abide to. Not for money. Not for publicity. I do it for the smiles I receive from that little boy or girl when I hand them their teddy bears or super soakers.

I visit these sickly or falling ill children for the charity of my heart. My initial reason for gravitating towards charity was and still is my mother, Katherine.

My mother was born with polio, which he contracted at the tender age of two, but she survived the disease. The effects of the disease left her with a noticeable permanent limp. This limp will also detour her dreams of becoming a professional country singer.

Even with her past unfortunate childhood, she ensured that my brother and sisters and I had the best childhood that she could offer. She always made it her duty to have us aware of how to appreciate what we have and to not dwell on what we don't have.

That's why I give back. I give back to these beautiful children the way my mothers doctors and nurses gave back to her. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have my mother.

"And what's your name?" I ask, squaring in front of a patient who unfortunately suffers from lukemia.

"A-Amanda..." She stutters, glancing between Jesse and I.

"Hello Amanda I'm Michael. This pretty lady right here is Jesse" I smile, gesturing for Jesse to squat beside me.

"Hi Amanda. I'm Jesse Rose Edmond" Jesse reintroduces herself.

Amanda releases her grip of her IV, extending her fragile hand to Jesse.

"I'm Amanda Kylie Riles. I'm seven years old and I have lukemia. The doctors say I'm sick, but I feel like a fairy" Amanda smiles, her ocean blue eyes bright and full of promise.

Jesse's eyes sparkle, even beginning to gloss up.

"You're not sick Amanda. You'll be fine. Just hold on. Hold on and you'll eventually gain your fairy wings" She encourages, removing a bracelet from her arm.

"I once met a fairy... She was very kind to me. She have me this bracelet for my protection. Now I'm giving it to you. Keep it safe" She concludes, slipping the bracelet into Amanda's rather small hands.

I watch silently. I'm actually speechless. I've known of Jesse's genuine love for children, but I thought everyone loves children.

But, today I was proven wrong. Anyone can love a child, but it takes a special person to find a connection with a child the way Jesse has done with Amanda. A true beautiful gesture.

Amanda's blue eyes have widened with glee as she marvels over the rainbow, beaded bracelet.

"Thank you Jesse! I can't believe I have a fairies bracelet! Thank you" She sighs happily, hugging at Jesse's neck.

Jesse reruns her hug, gently squeezing Amanda's back. Just as Amanda releases the hug, Jesse's tears begin to cascade down her cheeks.

"Don't cry. Please don't cry Fairy Jesse. Please don't" Amanda pleads, sweetly wiping Jesse's tears.

Witnessing this, I'm choking back tears as well. In all of my twenty-six years of living, I have never witnessed something so beautiful. This is how the world should look at a child. I believe in a child's honesty and humbleness about the world, it's just beautiful.

"I won't. Thank you Amanda. I hope you gain your wings soon" Jesse manages a giggle through her tears.

Amanda nods and continues marveling over her new bracelet until her nurse returns to escort her to her room.

Jesse and I continue introducing ourselves to more sickly and weak children, each one as mesmerizing as the next. Now I remember my true inspiration behind We Are The World. Visiting these children today, was a healthy reminder that hope is still strong if you just believe.

"I swear I was going to have a melt down in there Michael..." Jesse sighs, leaning her head against my shoulder.

We have jut returned to the hotel room from a long day if visiting the local hospitals of New York. My visits don't stop at children, I visit adults as well, learning each of their stories as well as feeling blessed for my fortunate life so far.

"I know babygirl... I know. That's why my tour earnings will go to some of these international hospitals. Especially the children's hospital. I wouldn't have it any other way" I peck her forehead.

She leans off my shoulder and climbs into my lap.

"Baby how many children do you want?"

Taken a back by her question, I simply shrug.

"Three. Six. I really want thirteen..." I smile, pecking her shoulder.

Her eyes widen before she breaks into wild laughter.

"Thirteen?! Michael you must be having these children yourself!" She jokes.

I shake my head, no.

"I'm not saying produce thirteen kids. But I do want to adopt two children from every continent and have a few of... Of our own" I shyly admit.

Her laughter slowly falls silent, her stare more intense as she pierces me.

"What if I can't give you children?" She asks, her voice softer than before.

"Then... We'll enjoy our fourteen adopted children. It doesn't matte Jess. Just as long as you are the mother and I'm the father, I don't care" I smile, gently placing my hands on her rather small waist.

She once again falls silent, her stare intensifying along the minutes. In moments like this, I can't help but think about the first night she stepped into my shower, how gorgeous she looked.

Her mocha skin so dewy and soft to the touch. I was afraid, I will admit. I don't want Jesse to be like the others. She's far too special. If we should ever decide to make love, I want it to be the right, old fashioned way.

Before I can act on my erotic fantasies and ponders, I quickly change the subject while gently sliding her off my lap.

"Erm. I actually should start working on my music videos. I um... Have a lot of calls to um...Make" I stutter, standing to my feet.

Her eyes follow me in confusion, as I gather my notes and exit towards the corner kitchen.

"Baby, are you okay?" She asks, joining me on the bar stools.

Clearing my throat, I quickly nod.

"Yes. I'm fine Jess..." I feign a smile.

She contemplates quietly, only to suddenly burst into giggles. Sliding out of her spot, she walks behind me and wraps her arms around my neck, sliding them through my flannel and into my V-neck tee.

"Baby... Are you shying away from me?" She flirts, whispering in my ear.

Shivering underneath her touch, I begin stuttering in question.

"W-what?! Pfft! No... Your h-hands are cold" I lie.

"But its quite warm in here Mikey" She continues to tease, pecking the sides of my neck.

Unable to come up with an valid excuse, I quickly jump up from the bar stool and back away from her.

"Babygirl you know it's not right to tease. It's not right at all. Don't tease Jess" I whine, watching her closely as she once again approaches me.

"Fine. My dear Mikey. I will not tease you any longer. Come on, put the work away we can cuddle" She smiles, removing my notes from my hand.

"But Jess you know I need to get this out of the way before Monday..." I protest.

She shrugs, sashaying towards the suites bedroom.

"Hmm. Cuddle with your very cold girlfriend, or spruce up a project that is pretty much done? Decisions" She giggles, disappearing into the bedroom.

I sigh and glance between my notes and the bedroom door. Work or Jesse. Call a few producers or cuddle with Jesse. This is very hard. I'm married to my work, but want to be married to Jesse.

Exhaling heavily, I set down my pen and follow suite to be with my girl. Work will just have to wait...

To Be Continued...