June's point of view

As I took Michael's hand and dragged him inside my appartement, Jer still had his shocked expression on his face. I don't think the guy will ever be able to cope with the fact that Michael Jackson is a part of my life now. That's quite hilarious, actually. He's always saying Michael is, and I quote, a "fine piece of ass". Well, yeah, my man is hot.

Michael gave him a friendly hug, and I heard him thanked him for taking care of me. How sweet. We moved back to the kitchen, me never letting go of Michael's hand, and Jer following behind. A couple of seconds later, David came back from the bathroom and enterred the kitchen where we were all gathered around the kitchen island.

"Hey babe-- what the fuck?" He shouted, a hand covering his mouth. "When--why--how...?"

"Dave, please meet Michael. Mickey, meet David, Jer's boyfriend," I introduced, smiling.

Michael stood up from his barstool, and stretched his hand so David can shake it. He looked down at Michael's offering hand, and then back at his face, and then again back at his hand.

"It's nice to meet you," Michael spoke in his angelic voice. "I heard a lot of good things about you," he smiled. Oh God, this smile.

"You too-- huh, I mean, me too," Dave said after a couple of seconds of awkward silence. He finally shook Michael's hand, and let go of it after an uncomfortable but hilarious long time. "Wow, I huh, I love your music, you're amazing."

"Why, thank you! I'm pleased to hear that," my sexy and kind boyfriend answered.

"And let me tell you you're hella sexy, sir!" David exclaimed, which made Jer and I laugh loudly. Michael, on the other hand, was blushing hard, a shy smile on his face. So cute.

"Oh he is," I verified, looking up at Michael. He blushed even more, brushing his tongue over his bottom lip. He knows I become weak when he does this. I couldn't put my eyes away from his, just like I couldn't help smiling big at him.

"Maybe we should go," Jer stated. "Someone's gonna hit it tonight!" He cheered.

"Shut the hell up! Where are your manners?" David scolded him, which made Michael and I laugh loudly. Those two boys are amazing, I swear. They're so funny.

"Just saying..." Jer rolled his eyes. "But I'm serious, we should probably get going now. You can take over from here now, Michael," he smiled.

"Of course I can," he smiled down at me. "Thank you again, both of you, for taking care of June while I was away. It means a lot."

"No problem, sexy," Dave said with a smirk.

"And you tell me about manners, mister Rogers?"

We once again chuckled at their silliness. "Thank you boys. I love you," I truthfully admitted. I gave them both a tight hug.

"We love you too, Blondie. We'll see you later, okay?"

I nodded, and walked them to the front door. They waved once again at Michael, and with that, they were gone. I closed the door behind me, and jumped on Michael's back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and began to kiss him all over it.

"God, I missed this," he whispered rubbing my bare legs, his eyes closed. I hummed in response, and placed yet another kiss on his neck before my feet met the floor again. "Why did you stop?" He whined, pouting.

"Don't be so greedy, I have to keep some for later," I said in a seductive voice. I winked at him, and he shook his head from left to right, a grin on his face.

"Naughty girl," he muttered before sitting back on his barstool.

"Are you hungry?" I gently asked him, sitting beside him. I tenderly rubbed his thigh, looking at him with sparkly eyes. He's perfect.

"Um, yeah, kind of," he admitted, smirking.

"Want some pizza?" I asked him, smiling.

"Um, no," he declined, leaning towards me and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"Maybe some salad?" I asked again.

"Nope," he declined again, kissing my neck.

"What do you want then?"

"You," he whispered in my ear, which sent chills all over my body.

I didn't have the chance to say something back that I was already over Michael's shoulder, and he was leading me to my bedroom. I couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably while he carried me there. He gently laid me on the bed, and put himself on top of me, crashing his lips onto mine. He didn't waste time to take off my - well,his - shirt from me, and my shorts. I took off his shirt as well, soon followed by his black slacks. I could feel his erection poking out of his briefs on my entrance, and I couldn't take it anymore.

Soon enough, our bodies were one, and my room was filled with moans from the both of us, and believe me, love never felt so good.

***

I woke up quite early that morning, around 8AM, and I felt really sore after all the love making we did the previous night. Michael was still peacefully sleeping behind me, and I couldn't be more happy about it. He was usually awoken before I am, but it looks like his insomnia was getting better. It looked like the both of us were finally fixed: I was still fixing my mental issues with doctor Jones, and Michael saw a doctor while on tour for his sleep troubles.

As I was watching Michael sleep, I laid a little peck on his forehead, and decided I would prepare a good breakfast for him. He was the cutest, seriously. His curls were all over the place, his mouth formed a slight smile, and his make up was almost all gone. He's so naturally beautiful.

I got out of bed, put some panties and Michael's shirt on, and headed to the kitchen on my tip toes to avoid making any noises that could wake the angel who was sleeping in my bed.

Once in the kitchen, I decided to make some waffles, as I know Michael loves them. While preparing breakfast, I put my Walkman on, and listened to Ray Charles's lastest album. I danced around the kitchen, full of energy. I remembered how much I loved to dance before. I once was hired as a dancer in a nightclub here in Brooklyn. It was back when my parents needed money. I clearly remember enjoying myself. I've always loved to dance, and I guess that's why I was so fond of Michael. I mean, it's not the only reason, he has an incredible voice too, but his dance moves are so smooth and unreal. I wanted to be as good as he was, and do the moves he did. The thing is, I didn't have the opportunity to dance like him in that nightclub. The boss wanted me to be sexy, and seductive. I kinda felt like a stripper at times, seriously. He wanted me to do some lap dances to costumers, and after a couple, I quitted. It was not like me to do such things. I really wanted to earn some money for my parents, but I didn't want to do it this way. It was a dark experience. Some men really act like freaking dogs. They were drooling over me, touching me at places I didn't want... It was really an awful experience, and I would never do that again for all the money in the world.

A little hour later, Michael's breakfast was ready, and I brought it to him in bed. I tried to walk carefully to the bedroom without doing any harsh moves that could make the tray fall on the ground. There were two waffles, a glass of freshly pressed orange juice, and an apple.

When I opened the door of my bedroom, Michael was laid on his stomach, his face turned to the window. The sheets didn't cover his entire body, and I think I stopped like a whole minute just to stare at the perfection who was in my bed. Once out of my trance, I placed the tray on the nightstand beside Michael, and sat on the edge of the bed just next to him.

"Baby?" I softly called, moving a rebellious curl from his forehead. He moved a little, but no answer. I gently caressed his arm, then placed a trail of little kisses on his back and neck. After a moment, he finally opened his dreamy eyes, and looked at me. He instantly smiled, just as me.

"Is this a dream?" He asked, his voice muffled against the pillow.

"It's not a dream," I said chuckling, while rubbing his hair.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, brushing his thumb on my left cheek.

"So are you," I admitted, then placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. "I made your breakfast," I proudly declared.

"You're adorable," he cooed, sitting up on the bed, his back leant on the headboard. "Waffles?" He asked me with a grin. "I've been missing those waffles of yours."

"And I've been missing you," I declared.

***

Christmas' Day, Brooklyn, New York.

Michael's point of view

"Come on baby, hurry up, we're gonna be late!" I heard June yelling from the kitchen.

I was still in the bathroom, trying to be satisfied with my reflection in the mirror. I wanted to be perfect to meet June's entire family: her cousins and her aunts and uncles.. The thing that made me nervous the most was the fact that I didn't know them, but they already knew me, and they probably believed the garbage that was written about me in the press. I was afraid they would judge me, and tell I was no good for June.

I took a deep breath, tightened my tie around my neck, and got out of the bathroom. I was dressed in a red silk dress shirt with a black tie and a black blazer. Red and black are my favorite colors. I had some black jeans on, with some new penny loafers I bought the day before.

When I enterred the kitchen, June's back was facing me. She wore a beautiful red long tight dress which stopped at her ankles, and showed the small of her back. Her beautiful blonde hair was done in a perfect high bun. When she turned around to face me, my heart skipped a bit. She had a little make up on, and all I could focus on was her eyes. Her wonderful, breathtaking eyes.

"Wow, you're... Amazingly... Sexy," she said, giving me the elevator look while biting her bottom lip.

"Thank you, but no. You, on the other hand, you are breathtaking," I admitted, walking closer to her and wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Can I unwrap you like a present?" She seductively asked me, which caused me to laugh.

"Not now, but I'll let you do just that tonight," I answered, and then placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "You sure I look good? I mean, I really want t--"

I couldn't finish my sentence because June crashed her lips on mine, her hands placed on the back of my neck. "You look perfect," she whispered on my lips. "Let's go, now."

I nodded, and helped June put her coat on. It was still snowing outside, and it was freezing. She took her clutch, and we headed outside. We walked to Michelle's home, hand in hand, and we thanked God for the absence of paparazzi. A few minutes later, June was knocking at the door. Instantly, I felt a wave of nervousness coming within me. June visibly felt it because she tightened her grip on my hand, and squeezed it to show me some comfort. She mouthed me "it's gonna be ok," with a warm smile.

When the door opened, Michelle, who looked stunning, just like her daughter, stood there, all smiling. At my biggest surprise, she tightly hugged me first.

"Welcome back, Michael. I'm glad you're finally here," she gently told me, and broke the hug.

"I'm glad as well. It's good to see you," I politely said, giving her a shy smile.

She then hugged June, and we came in. The roaring of people talking immediately filled my ears. How many people are in there? I asked myself. June took my hand once again, and we headed to the living room, where people seemed to be gathered. A giant Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room, and soft Christmas songs were playing in the background. Eveybody was smiling, laughing, chitchatting with each other. It made me feel guilty. Christmas brings people together, it's a day of love, and I didn't ever celebrate it since that day.

As I followed June in the living room, she began to introduce me to her family. I received so much love from each and everyone of these people. They were all lovely, and none of them judged me. They just kept saying they loved my work, and that I looked to be perfect for June because she was glowing. Speaking of June, she seemed to be really happy to see her cousin, Jake, again. She was really moved when she was hugging him. She explained me later that he divorced his wife about three years ago, and that he has been raising his son all by himself since that moment. The woman just walked away, and gave him full custody of their son.

Once we finished to say hi to the adults, June wanted to introduce me to her godson, Tim. He is her cousin Jake's son. She explained to me that, after Julian's death, Jake was having a hard time to cope with it. He always wanted Julian to be the godfather of his son. Unfortunately, he didn't has the time to meet Tim, because he died way before the little boy was born. Jake and June became real close after his passing because they just couldn't cope with this situation, so they were there for one another. She's like a sister to him, just like he's like a brother to her. She confessed that she sometimes sees Julian through Jake's eyes, and it makes her feel safe and happy.

"Hey, Timmy," she called after him, in the playroom. "Come and give auntie June a hug!"

"Auntie June?" The little boy excitedly shouted. A few seconds later, he came running through the room, and hugged June's legs tightly.

She picked the little boy up, and immediately he hugged her neck.

"I missed you!"

"Oh, I missed you too buddy. So much," June answered, hugging Tim tightly. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday party."

"It's ok, auntie. Daddy said you were really sick," he innocently said. "Plus, he gave me your present, and I loved it!" He said, looking at her with a huge grin.

"Good," she said, placing him back on his feet. "Have you been a good boy while I was sick?"

"Yes! I hope Santa knows I've been a good boy," he said, his eyes sparkling.

"I'm sure he knows. Santa knows everything," she whispered to him, which made him smile widely.

"Who are you?" The little boy asked me, frowning. "You really look like Michael Jackson."

"Well," I began, kneeling in front of the little boy, "that's because I'm Michael Jackson. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tim," I said with a smile, holding out my hand so he can shake it.

"Auntie, why does Michael Jackson is here?" He asked, looking up to June with a shocked face while shaking my hand.

"Ask him, not me," she shrugged, grinning.

"Why are you here?" He asked, putting his hand back at his side.

"I'm here because your auntie invited me," I declared.

"Are you a friend of hers?"

"You could say that," I said, laughing.

"Do you love her?" He asked again, with a light smile.

"Yes I do. Very much," I admitted, looking up at June who was looking at the both of us with a huge smile on.

"So you are in love with each other, right?"

"Yes we are," I smiled. This little boy seems to be really clever.

"Aren't you supposed to be on TV?" The little boy asked, titling his head to the side. He completely changed of subject which made me and June laugh.

"No, I'm not supposed to be anywhere else than right here," I explained. "Now, can I ask you how old are you?"

"I'm six," he proudly said.

"Wow, you're such a big boy," I said, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm auntie's favorite big boy!" He said, running to her to hug her legs once again.

"Yes you are, Timmy," she smiled.

It's unbelievable the close relationship she has with him and his father, Jake. If you don't know about the fact they're only cousins, you could easily think Jake and June are actually brother and sister. As it was time for us to eat, we all sat around the table. June was seated next to me, Jake and Tim in front of us, and Michelle was at the very beginning of the table, next to her two sisters, Megan and Martha, who were both accompanied by their husbands, Marc and John.

As we were about to begin eating, the doorbell rang, which caused Michelle to ran to the door. As I was engaged in a conversation with Jake, I noticed the frown on June's face. When I looked in the same direction as her, I noticed Michelle was back in the room with a tall man with brown hair by her side.

June's point of view

When I saw that man standing next to my mother, a thousand of questions ran through my mind. Who is he? What is he doing here, on a family event?

As curiosity had the best of me, I stood up, and walked to my mother and the mysterious man.

"Ah! Here she is," my mom cheered to the man. "Damon, please meet my daughter, June," she smiled widely. The man took my hand and placed a gentle kiss on top of my it.

"It's really nice to finally meet you, June," the man said.

"I don't want to seem rude, but who are you?" I asked, frowning.

"Oh, I'm Damon Grey," he said, a smile on his face.

"Grey, like in your boss's name, mom?"

"Yes. Damon didn't have anyone to spend Christmas with, so I decided to invite him to celebrate it with us," she stated. "Please, take a sit right here, next to me," she smiled at the guy.

"Excuse us," I said to Mr. Grey, while dragging my mom in the kitchen to have a private talk with her. I closed the door behind the both of us.

"What is wrong, honey?"

"Mom, Christmas is about family. What is he doing here?"

"Sweetie, Christmas I also about sharing and loving. He didn't have a place to go, I couldn't let him spend that special day all alone."

"Yes, you could have just done that."

"Why are you so angry about him being here?"

"Because this is our first Christmas without dad, and I don't want another man taking his place!" I hissed, tears willing to fall from my eyes at that point.

"Nobody's going to take your father's place, honey. I was just trying to be nice," she shrugged, looking at the floor.

"I know, but you should have at least talk to me about it..." I said, and just left the room. I was angry at my mother. I couldn't understand why she did such a thing on Christmas. Our first Christmas without my dad.

"What's going on, babe?" Michael whispered to me, as I was sitting back next to him.

"Nothing important, dont worry," I smiled at him before kissing his lips softly.

"Ewwww," I heard Tim said, which caused us to laugh.

***

After we finished eating, it was time to open the presents which were placed under the wonderful Christmas tree. We all gathered around it, and watched Tim open his gifts first. I bought him an astronaut disguise, as he asked on his letter for Santa, and a radio-controlled car. He was so happy about it, and I was delighted to see him like this. I really missed this little boy.

"Look auntie! This is exactly what I wanted!" He excitedly said to me, showing me his new toy.

"Wow, Santa is so nice!" I said, smiling at his excitement.

"Would you like to try it with me, Michael?" He asked him, who was just sitting next to me.

"Tim, I'm sure Michael--" Jake began, but Michael politely cut him off.

"Oh no, I'd love to, honestly," he said, smiling widely. Michael loves children. He once told me he would like to have thirteen of them, that it would be the perfect number for him. I think it's a bit too much... Hell, it's way too much!

"You know what? Wait for me in the playroom, I'll be right here in a few minutes, ok?" He gently told Timmy, who nodded and ran into the playroom.

As I was captivated by Michael's attempt to be such wonderful with kids, I heard my mother gasped next to me. When I looked at her, she was holding a jewelry box in her left hand while the other one was covering her mouth.

"Damon, that's amazing! You shouldn't have bought me this, it's too much!"

"It was my way to thank you for inviting me on such a special day, Michelle. Thank you," he said, before giving me a smile. He seems nice, but there's something about him I can't get. As my mom gave him a hug, I laid my stare on Michael, and decided to give him his presents.

"You shouldn't have bought me anything, baby," he whispered, taking his wrapped present in his hands.

"Hush, just open it."

He did as told, and opened the box. I got him a silver chain I found at Swarovski's.

"As I never saw you with a necklace or something, I thought you didn't have any so here. It's not extraord--"

"No, it's beautiful, baby. Really," he smiled and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. "I love it."

"Really?" I shyly asked.

"Yes, really," he laughed. "Can you put it on me, please?"

"Of course."

Michael turned around and put his hair on one side so I can put his new necklace on. I was really happy he loved it. In the first place, I didn't have any idea about what I was going to buy him as a present. I thought about a lot of stuff, but it didn't look good enough for him. I called Janet to get some advice, but she told me Michael already had whatever he wished for. And that was true.

"Hey guys," Damon said behind us. "I wanted to give you this," he said, giving me a little box. "Merry Christmas," he told us, smiling.

"Um, thank you, Mr. Grey," I said.

"Oh please, call me Damon!"

"No, I really insist, Mr. Grey," I said, giving him a fake smile.

"Hope you like it," he said before walking away. Michael gave me a "what are you waiting for" look, and I opened the box. My eyes widened at the sight of a breathtaking pair of silver earrings. It was all shiny and sparkly. It was beautiful, honestly.

"They're really beautiful," Michael stated.

"Yeah," I said, and closed the box. "I don't even know the guy, and he's offering me jewelry. That's pretty weird..."

"Don't do this to yourself. He's just being nice, ok? He appreciates your mother, he certainly want you to appreciate him as well," Michael explained, caressing my bare back.

"Yeah, you're right," I told him, giving him a slight smile.

***

Michael's point of view

When we got back at June's appartment, I decided it was finally time for me to give her her presents. I didn't want to give her in front of everyone, I'm too shy for this, and I think June understood that perfectly. She knows me, she knows I'm not comfortable around people I don't know. Ironic when you know I use to perform in front of thousands of people, isn't it? But it's not quite the same thing. When I'm on stage, I feel good. I could live on stage. That's the place here I belong.

We sat next to the Christmas tree, and I gave June her present. It was a silver bracelet with her initials and mine on it. It may looks clingy, but I thought it could be a way for her to have a piece of me on her, wherever I am across the globe.

"Oh Michael, I love it," she said, looking at me straight in the eyes with a smile.

"I'm glad you do," I smiled back. "Want me to put it on?"

"Yes, please."

I put it on, and took another box from my jacket pocket. It was a ring box, and I saw June's eyes widened when she noticed it.

"Don't freak out, it's not en engagement ring," I softly told her. "It's a promise ring," I said, opening the little box. "I want to promise you that you can count on me, that I'll be always here by your side no matter what. I want to promise you to love you even when I hate you," I declared, looking at June's teary eyes. "And I want to promise you that I'll make you happy, and that I won't ever hurt you again," I finished, sliding the ring around her finger.

"I love you so much," she told me, while hugging my neck.

"I love you more," I answered her, the most sincerely way possible.

I thought if I promised her all of this, nothing would happen to us, that we would be able to live a happy life together...

But we don't always have what we wish for in life.