The sun was going down and I thought It would be fun to hang around in the living room.
I went upstairs and changed into some warm, comfy clothes. While I was taking off my earrings, my present for Michael was still peeking out of my pillow, where I hid it. I figured we'd exchange gifts after Christina was tucked into bed.
When I got to the living room, Christina and Michael are playing with toys on the ground while some cartoons played on the TV.
I grinned at both of them, while they were at play and took a seat on the couch.
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We ended up watching The Little Mermaid, and by the time Sebastian was singing, " Kiss the Girl," Michael fell asleep with Christina glued to his chest. His hands were wrapped around her and she was baby snoring away.
They looked so cute together, but it was already almost eleven o'clock. " Michael," I shook him a bit, but he only moaned and turned his head in the other direction. I shook him a bit harder.
" What?" he whispered, i coukd her the irritation in his voice. " Go put Christina in her cradle upstairs, its five till eleven."
He looked down to see Chrissie into a deep sleep, snoring away, he smiled, rubbing her back.
" You two fell asleep nearly halfway through the little mermaid. But its late and she's completley out."
" Okay," He said, getting up and walking up the glossy wooden Neverland stairs all the way to Chrissie's bedroom (that had peter pan's shadow at the corner). Michael tucked her into her cradle as she was still baby snoring, he turned off the lights and closed the door untill only a sliver of it was open--so that her room wouldn't get hot.

I poured myself a cup of wine from the kitchen. Michael sprinted back down to his seat on the couch.
When I walked in with my cocoa brown natural hair down and flowing, slippers, a messy sweater and some sweatpants, Michael was slouching on the couch with a wide smile and hugging a wrapped up object with one arm. By this time I had already sneaked my present into the kitchen cabnet. " C'mere," he sweetley gestured, " Come sit right here."
I hid the present behind my back stil holding my glass and I set them both on the coffee table. He had grabbed my waist a bit pushing my body into him, and I carefully sat down on the couch.
He started to massage my clenched up shoulders, loosening them. His fingers and palms kneading on my shoulders were cold at first, but once my shoulders started to loosen up his hands heated up.
" Its amazing how easily I loosen up."
" Yeah," he agreed, "Although its stunning how quick you tighten up again." I reached over to grab my present--I wanted to go first.
" This is for you, Michael. Happy Anniversary." " Oh, wow" he said, his finger rubbing on the wrapping paper.

He started to tear the wrapping paper and inside was a box. He removed the tape from the sides and pulled off the top. I remember his eyes widened just looking at it through the wrapping paper. He looked at me in great shock, and I just gave him a grin.

His jaw was still wide open as he pulled it out.
It was a self-customized jacket with pants. The black jacket was garnished in gold and red; particularly gold. The red was at the tip of the sleeves, shoulders and neck, covered with a gold fern-looking design that extended all the way around the back.
The top part was sprouting also with the gold fern looking designs along with golden shoulder pads, with, of course, gold strings dangling to the top of the arm. . " I got a chance to converse with Michael Bush," I think I broke his trance, staring at the jacket, " I came up with this bright idea because I knew how much you liked fashion...and gold," I laughed.
He didnt say anything at first.
" Michael? Do you like it?"
" Its beautiful," he nearly whispered, "Wow....you did this for me?"
" Well, yeah," I pressed my finger around my wine glass, smiling, " For all the things you do for me it was the least I could do for you. I didnt want to buy you same old same old like a basket of goods....I wanted to reach in and give you the best."
" Thank you" he gave me a kiss on the cheek, handing me my present.

there were two presents wrapped up that he handed to me. I opened up the bigger one first.

Again, a moment to ask myself if my eyes are decieving me.
A beautiful piece of Art it was. It was a self portrait of me. My hair was put into a half ponytail, my skin a light carmelo, my eyes nearly white but a light brown.
I was holding a boquet of beautuful snow white sweet peas with a vintage sweetheart neckline red dress and a thin diamond necklace. " Oh...my....." I was absolutley speechless. Nobody had ever given be a painting so big and beautiful.
" I dont know what to say....It's ✨perfect✨"
" Open up the other one," he smiled, " It's from Amelie and me." I opened a wrapped box, and it looked like a scrapbook. I opened up the first page and it was a picture of my birth, with my mother and father. The next page was just a collage of pictures of me when I was small with family friends and my sister. I found it very beautiful and I just smiled, untill I saw those memorable pictures of my father and I when I was a teenager, and suddenly, I got emotional.
those photos of my father and mother and I when was very young. Going out to thr park, family vacations and just being at home. It was a rough yet beautiful memory to be able to look at. It made me tear up.
I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to stain the book with my tears. Michael scooted up closer to me and planted a kiss on my cheek and sealed it with a warm embrace.
" I love this," Michael's curls were tingling on my neck, " You both made this?"
" She found the pictures in a cardboard box up in the attic of your father's house. Amelie sent me the pictures, and I choose the ones that I thought were best, then when I did my last shows in Los Angeles she used her creativity and put descriptions for the photos I chose."
" That was very, thoughtful of the both of you. Thank you."
He nodded, handing me my drink. I took a sip.
I looked down at my fuchia-painted toes and took a little sigh. The sun had dissapeared and the room became quiet-almost too quiet.

Michael's soft, warm pajama top were rubbing on my shoulders as we both just looked around the house.
I picked up his hand and looked down at his ring, he streched out his fingers.
" It feels good to relax in Neverland." he said.
" I'll bet," I agreed, then colliding our fingers.
" It's always soothing...and I get to spend time with you and Chrissi."
" She loves you," I laughed, " Every time she hears your name she says 'Daddy?' This child is stuck to you like glue, Michael."
" C'mon now," Michael said, " Chrissi's asleep," he had both of my hands clenched in his, " I havent seen you in almost a year, Jennifer Jackson." his soft voice made my stomach drop a bit.
" C'mon, we've got some catching up to do."