AN: Hey guys! I had to split this chapter into three chapters because it's more than 20,000 words long, and I didn't want to give you one long-ass chapter. So here is part two, and part three should follow close behind! Please tell me what you think in the comments, it would be much appreciated as I worked very hard on these last chapters.

Love you all!

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Michael's point of view

This was it. June and I were married, and I felt I could fly as much as I was happy at that precise moment when we both pulled away from each other. With her arms around my neck, June looked at me with tearful eyes as a grin decorated her flawless face. She was the most beautiful woman in this world to me, and I couldn't express how much I loved her. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to put into words how she made me feel just by being there with me. She was my greatest accomplishment, my most beautiful love story, the best thing that's ever happened to me: she was my wife, and the woman I'd love for all my life.

As we turned towards the crowd, hands in hands, the flower girls showered us with rose petals and other confetti, which made the both of us laugh, as the rest of the guests were on their feet, clapping loudly and shedding tears of joy.

"Shall we go, Mrs. Jackson?" I asked June, that same grin never leaving my face.

"We shall, dear husband of mine," she giggled, tightening her grip on my hand.

Together and under the never-ending cheering of the crowd, we left the ceremony the same way we did during rehearsals. We met one of the photographers at the end of the aisle, who directed us to the spot where he wanted us to pose for the pictures. In the meantime, Jeremy and Kate were inviting the guests to the reception venue, that is to say underneath the huge white tent that was placed a few meters away from the ceremony's venue, for cocktails.

"Okay guys, here we go," the photographer said, as we arrived to the spot where my Giving Tree was. The photographer's team put everything in place for us, and finally we were able to pose for the official photos that would be in the press on the next morning. "The surroundings are just perfect, the sun is shining, the bride is breathtaking, the groom is elegant... We've got everything needed to make the perfect pictures!" he clapped his hands enthusiastically, and went to take his camera in his little bag. "Do I have to give you advice, or would that be awkward? You know, considering it's your job, Ms. Well-I mean, Mrs. Jackson," he giggled shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's alright," June giggled, and put her arms around my neck. "We just need to show you how happy we are," she grinned, showing me her pearly whites.

"You got it!" the man cheered again, before aiming his camera our way.

"Look at that, we're posing together," I giggled as I placed my hand on June's hip.

"And in the best outfits possible," she added with a little giggle as well, looking up at me.

I got lost in the beauty of her sparkling blue eyes, like my irises were meeting hers for the very first time, like I just discovered how beautiful she really was at that particular moment. I tried hard to tell myself I wasn't living any kind of dream, but I just wouldn't believe it. She seemed too unreal to even be my wife. How did I get so lucky? What did I have that she loved about me? I wouldn't know.

"You're so handsome," she whispered, caressing my cheek with her left hand, where her wedding band was.

Hearing those words coming out of June's mouth was always comforting to me. With the lack of confidence I have, hearing the woman I was in love with telling me that I was handsome and perfect ninety percent of the time was exactly what I needed to hear to gain some self-confidence. I only needed her to think I was handsome, and nobody else.

"And you're magnificent," I answered sincerely, laying a kiss on her forehead. "And you're all mine."

"I am all yours," she verified, that same bright smile on.

As the professional she is, she asked me to put my left hand on her upper arm so that the photographer could see my shiny ring and focus on it, while hers was on my chest, also very visible for the camera.

"I thought I would faint when I saw you," I practically whispered, and made her spin around gently, as I examined every parcel of her body and face. "How can you be so beautiful?"

"You make me glow," she said, once she was back in the comfort of my arms.

"That's just perfect," the photographer said. "I'd crack a joke if I was a funny guy but I'm not," he chuckled, and we turned our attention to him.

"Oh, Michael is the master at telling jokes! I'm sure he has a really good one to tell," June said, and I looked at her like she was crazy.

"She's just playing, she's the funny one here," I defended myself. "Well, actually, she's funny without wanting to be. Like she'd trip over her own feet while walking."

"That's kind of annoying for a model," the photographer snickered, and she glared at him, before glaring back at me.

"He's just playing," she told the man behind his camera. "Why are you doing this to me?" June scolded, hitting my arm playfully.

"You started this with your irony!" I laughed, holding my hands up to show my innocence. "Right, Klutzilla?"

"You're the worst husband in the world, Jackson," she declared trying to hide her smile, as she crossed her arms on her chest.

"Oh come on, I'm just playing," I giggled, taking her back in my arms. "Forgive me?"

"Hum, sure," she smiled, batting her eyelashes quickly, "dickhead," she added, and my eyes widened at her use of word.

She gave me a "do you have a problem?" look, and I couldn't help but laugh while I didn't like the sound of this word coming out of her mouth. She just liked to tease me, the same way I liked to tease her as well. Hearing the sound of my laughter made her laugh as well, and without trying too much, there was the laughter the photographer expected.

***

It was almost nighttime when June and I were about to make our great entrance. Surprisingly, I wasn't nervous at all. I felt relaxed, and most of all, I was happy. I didn't think about anything else than go in there and dance with my wife all night long, and be surrounded by my family and friends for one, joyful night.

Unlike me, I could feel June tense up again, as she gripped my hand tightly, as we were waiting for Jeremy and Liz to announce our arrival. She looked up at me, and I gave her a reassuring smile in exchange. I wrapped my arm around her bare arms, and laid a kiss on her temple.

"Don't be nervous, let's make this night unforgettable," I encouraged, speaking in her ear so that she could hear me with the roaring of the crowd inside the tent.

She snuggled close to me, and soon enough, Liz's voice echoed inside, and my heart started to beat faster in my chest.

"Give it up for Mr. and Mrs. Jackson!" Jer and Liz said in unison, which made June and I smile as we came in the crowded place.

The atmosphere underneath the tent was romantic and comfortable when June and I arrived there. We were acclaimed by the cheering of our loved ones once again, and of course we earned congratulations from every single guests in there.

The children were giggling and running around the multiple round tables that were covered with white tablecloths. In the meantime, the adults were talking with each other while having a refreshing drink. Everything was the way I imagined it: Kai's staff was walking around to propose some appetizer to the guests, the soft melody played by the band was heard in the background where the large stage was, and the photographers were taking pictures of the guests.

I was just standing there, looking at the scene just before my eyes like it wasn't real, like I was dreaming and that I would wake up sooner or later. But I didn't wake up. All of this was happening; all my family was gathered here and they just witnessed myself laying myself bare in front of them to tell the love of my life how important she is to me.

Eddie, Lionel, and Quincy were whistling loudly in the back, while the other guests were clapping their hands for us. Even though we were both used to be the center of attention and to be in front of hundreds of people, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Now of course, you can go and congratulate the newlyweds, but I'm first!" Jer said in the microphone, and we laughed at him as he came rushing towards us.

"Can I borrow your wife for a sec?" my wife's best friend asked, and I giggled at his demeanor: he seemed super emotional.

"Of course, but please don't break her. I need her in one piece, alright?" I joked, and with a barely visible nod, Jer proceeded in pulling June in a warm hug.

"Congratulations, Mike," Dave softly told me, as he pulled me in a hug as well. "She's the one for you, and you're the one for her."

"Thanks, man," I sincerely answered, tapping his shoulder gently once we broke our embrace.

I was thankful for having them in our life, for they helped June be the woman she became: the same woman I met back in nineteen eighty-seven. God knows she went through hell, but still, she found her way back to the person she was.

She is one of the strongest people I know, and she inspires me to be a better man.

"I'm so proud of you," I heard Jeremy tell her. When I turned my head towards them, my wife's best friend had tears in his eyes, and this simple sight made me smile. "You deserve so much to be finally happy."

"Aw, Jer bear," June giggled, rubbing his back gently. "Thank you for being a part of my life."

"Thank you for enlightening ours," he said back, and finally pulled away from her. "And you, Mr. Jackson," he addressed me, "you need to make sure she will always keep this wonderful smile on her face."

"He's the main reason of that smile," June chimed in, as she took my hand in hers. "As long as he's here, I'll keep it on."

"Come here, pretty boy," Jer smiled, and pulled me in a warm embrace. "Thank you for making this happen. For bringing her light back," he sincerely said, rubbing my back. "And of course, if you cause her harm, I'll be obligated to whoop that fancy ass of yours."

"Got it," I chuckled, as I pulled away from him. He simply nodded, and walked away to leave some room to the other people who were waiting to congratulate the both of us.

When I saw my mother and father walking up to us, my eyes instantly filled up with tears, as I could still see this look of pride in their eyes.

"Mother," I practically whispered, as I embraced her warmly.

"Congratulations, baby. You're going to be happy once for all," she sweetly said in my ear, as she was rubbing my arm tenderly. "I love you."

"I love you too mother. Thank you," I answered, my voice cracking as tears of joy fell down my cheeks.

"You'll be a great husband and father, Michael. I know it," she assured me, as she was cupping my face in her hands.

"I'll do my best. I won't disappoint you."

My mother kissed my cheek, and went to see my wife once she was done with my father. Joseph approached me, and seeing tears in his eyes didn't make mine stop falling. He bowed his head down for a second, and took me in his arms for the second time of the day. Like a boy would do, I hid my head against Joseph's shoulder, and shed some other tears.

"Congratulations, son. You can be proud of yourself, as much as I am proud of you," he declared, as he kept this tight hold on me. "I am proud to be your father."

"Thank you, father," I voiced, as it was the very first time I called him this way.

From this instant, that precise moment, Joseph was my father, not my manager, not that person who scared me to death when I was just a little boy. He was my father, and he would stay my father until the end.

June's point of view

"Look at us, we're both married! That's such a shame," Randy sighed, as his wife was just right beside him. "Don't you think, baby?"

"Yeah, right. Asshole," Eliza muttered, and rolled her eyes before focusing on me again. "Are you ready to deal with a Jackson for the rest of your life, June?"

"I chose the calm one," I winked, and giggled afterwards. "You, on the contrary, didn't choose the calmest one."

"She chose the sexiest and funniest one though," Randy wiggled his eyebrows, as he pulled his wife to his side. "Right, baby?"

"Yeah, right," she chuckled at her husband. "Anyway, congratulations, June, and welcome to the family."

"Thanks," I smiled, and gave her a quick hug. "Still friends?" I asked Randy, once I broke away from his wife's hold.

"M'yeah, friends," he chuckled, and gave me a hug. "Congratulations, beautiful. I'm happy to call you a member of my family."

"Likewise," I smiled, and then they both walked way.

Just behind them were Pit and Callie, and for some reasons, when my eyes laid on my friend, my eyes got teary again. Perhaps seeing Pit reminded me of the fragility of life, and that I was happy he was there, after he almost lost his life trying to protect me.

"You're beautiful, princess," he told me in a cracking voice. I looked at him for another second, and went into his arms to give him a hug. "You can be happy now."

"Your time will come soon," I sniffled, as I pulled away from him. "It's your time to plan your wedding now and to be happy."

He simply smiled and wiped the tears from under his eyes with his viable arm, "it is," he smiled. "Congrats, princess. I love you."

"Thanks buddy, I love you too," I sincerely said, giving him another short embrace.

When Callie and Pit left after telling us their congratulations, Michael came to me and put his hand on the small of my back. I looked up at him, and gave his lips a sweet kiss.

"I think everybody congratulated us, so that means-"

Before Michael could even finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Lionel's voice echoing through the nosy place.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?" he politely said, and soon the guests went quiet. We both walked through people to be in front of the stage Lionel and Diana were on, and listened to what they had to say, even though we already knew what it was about. "First of all, we'd like to congratulate the newlyweds once again. They make the perfect couple, right? I mean look at them, they're both masterpieces," he chuckled pointing at us, as the crowd giggled along with him. "Diana and I were both honored when we were asked if we could sing for Michael and June's first dance, so we agreed right away," he explained, as he took place behind the grand black piano. He played a few keys, and went on, "So guys, come here on the dance floor, and let love guide your dancers' feet," he chuckled, and continued playing some keys on the piano. "This song is called Endless Love."

Michael extended his hand towards me, and I gently put mine in his. He lead the both of us to the empty dance floor, and the guests gathered around us, cheering and encouraging us. I delicately put my hand on his right shoulder as he put his on my right hip, and our free hands met.

"My love, there's only you in my life. The only thing that's right," Lionel sang ever so beautifully, as I looked deep into my man's eyes.

We swayed together in sync, under the spotlight and the flashes of the cameras that were aimed at us. Michael kept pulling me closer to him as our feet followed the slow singing of our two friends. I followed his lead, but my eyes never left his. A lot of people were around us, witnessing this intimate and beautiful moment, but never did I feel embarrassed nor awkward: as long as I could look at this sparkle in my husband's eyes, I knew I was going to be ok, no matter what. Just by looking at me, he made me feel like I was the most beautiful person in this world. Just his presence made me feel complete and totally happy.

"Two hearts, two hearts that beat as one. Our lives have just begun," Diana and Lionel sang in harmony, and Michael mouthed the words with them, as he placed my hand over his beating heart.

I smiled at his gesture, and laid a sweet peck on his lips as my hand was back on the back of his neck, "I love you," I whispered on his lips, as I rested my forehead on his.

"'Cause you, you mean the world to me. Oh I know, I know I've found in you my endless love," my husband sang along, looking right through my soul. "I love you," he whispered back, before laying a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Even if I imagined this moment in my head for years, I never expected it to be so perfect. It was just us, and nobody else around. I didn't even think about falling or anything else, all I was thinking about was just how lucky I was, and how happy this man who was holding me close in his loving arms made me overjoyed.

When the song ended, we both needed some time to leave the trance we were in.

"Did we just do that?" I asked Michael with a giggle, as the people around were clapping and whistling again.

"I think we just did," he shyly smiled, looking around him.

As planned, we both went on stage while Lionel and Diana were leaving it. Michael took Diana in his arms and held her tightly as she was emotional about all of this. I thanked Lionel with a hug as well, and put my attention back to my husband's and his very first love.

He was only a baby when he found himself falling in love with Diana. She did a lot for him and his brothers, and they even lived at her house for some time. But Diana seemed always out of reach for him, but it didn't make him love her any less for years. She inspired him, she helped him shape the man he is today; she made him discover what love was, and thanks to her, he learned to love the right way.

When they left the stage, Michael took the microphone in his hands, and I did the same thing. As I knew he was very shy, I decided to speak up first.

"First of all, I'd like to thank each and every one of you for being here on such a special event. It means a lot for us to share this moment with you all: our friends, our family."

"We hope you'll have a good time, just as much as we're having a good time. We've been waiting for this day for years, and now it's here, we'll do anything to make it perfect for us, but also for you," Michael sweetly said, and I smiled at him. "Now if you already spotted your name on the table, I invite you to take your places, and wait for the first course of the meal to arrive. And we love you all, thank you for being here," he concluded, as everybody clapped their hands.

As soon as we left the stage, the band started playing some relaxing jazz music. We headed to our table where our parents and man and woman of honor were already waiting.

"Auntie June, auntie June!" I heard someone call from behind me, and I soon recognized my godson's voice. "Wait for me!"

"I'm waiting, bud," I chuckled, and waited for him to arrive to the spot I was. "What's up?"

"Did you tell uncle Michael our secret yet?" he asked in a low voice, as he took my hand in his.

"Nope, not yet. I'll wait a bit to tell him. Did you tell it to anybody?" I wondered, squinting my eyes at him.

"Of course not! It's a secret, and secrets are not to be revealed," he smiled brightly.

"Great," I grinned as well, and kneeled at his height. "Now, go back to your daddy, and wait for the meal to arrive. And don't forget to save me a dance, alright?"

"I'll save even ten for you!" he chuckled, and hugged my neck tightly. "I love you, auntie. You and uncle Michael. You're so beautiful. "

"I love you more, baby boy."

***

We finished the first course of the delicious meal when Liz stood up from her chair and aimed to the stage that was not very far from where we were. It was time for the first toast of the evening, and I hoped it would be a funny one. This entire evening was already too emotional.

"May I have your attention please?" her sweet voice echoed, and the voices died down. "Hi," she smiled. "I think it's time for the 'best man' speech, right?"

"Yas! You go man!" Dave cheered, holding his glass of champagne up in the air.

"Well, apparently some of you agree with me," she chuckled and unfolded her little piece of paper. I put my hand on Michael's thigh, and he smiled at me before focusing on his best friend again. "You know, it's usually hard to put into words what we think about people, but when it comes to Michael, words just flow. We met ages ago, and ever since that day, he became the person I trust more in this world. I've always wanted him to be happy, and to find his rare pearl with who he wouldn't be afraid to be himself. Because we all know this, Michael is a shy man."

"Guilty," Michael giggled, holding his hands up, which caused us to laugh as well.

"When he met June, he gained in self-confidence, and his shyness wasn't as bad as it used to be. Those two people were made for each other, for they just knew how to bring out the best out of the other. Without the other, you were both miserable, but now with this step you took together, you won't ever be alone nor miserable again. This is forever.

"Michael, you are my best friend, the one who understands me best, and today, you became a husband, and I'm sure you will be the best one someone could ask for. Ladies and gentleman, please join me in wishing Michael and June every happiness life has to hold. To the bride and groom," she finished, holding her glass of champagne in the air.

We followed her action and put our glasses up. Liz then left the stage to come back to our table where Michael was waiting on her with opened arms.

"I love you, Liz," Michael truthfully said.

"I love you too, dear," she smiled, and broke away from the hug. "You found yourself the perfect wife," she said, looking down at me.

"Thank you," I simply said, giving her hand a little squeeze.

When we finally finished the meal, it was now Jer's time to go on stage and give his man of honor's speech. I knew he was nervous, as he didn't talk much while we were eating. It was his thing: whenever he was nervous, he would just stop talking to concentrate on whatever thoughts were in his head. Believe me, it's weird when he's quiet. It took me a lot of time to get accustomed to it.

He took the microphone in his hands, and waited for the room to be quiet. He cleared his throat a few times, and finally he spoke up.

"This place is full of entertainers and celebrities, but still, I am the one to be on stage in front all of you guys. How ironic is this?" he started, and people in the room chuckled, just like me. "I asked June how she was doing this without even fainting or be a nervous wreck like I am, but she told me with her legendary tact 'come on, grow some balls, man!'," he announced, and I hid myself in my hands because I just imagined my mother and parents-in-law's stares on me. "But believe it or not, this is what I love most about her. Her silly remarks, her sense of humor, her smart mouth ... But this is also what caused me not to believe her when she told me she was dating Michael Jackson. I was like: 'Girl, this man is out of reach, alright? I know you like his music and stuff, but I doubt he is even human. You can't be that talented, man!' That was until I met him, cooking over June's place, and wearing a red and yellow apron," he narrated, and the entire room laughed, just as me and Michael. It's like he was doing stand-up comedy, and I was loving it. Well, even though he made me feel embarrassed as hell.

"Now on a more serious note, you can't imagine how good it felt when I got June back in my life. I remember that day oh too well. We bumped into each other on my work's place, and after a few words were spoken, she boldly asked me if I was still gay. She knows how to make people comfortable, huh?" he recited, and I could feel myself blushing as I was embarrassed as hell. "There was a time where I used to be her assistant, and I guess this got us closer to each other. It is true that, I was really bad at my job, but following such an ecstatic schedule is hard, man. But even though I sucked at this, I followed her all around the world, and she stuck with me for years. There was no place I wanted to be, because she was, and still is my whole family: she's my best friend, my sister, my mother. She is my home," Jer sincerely said, with an obvious lump in his throat, as he looked right at me. "Now she's a wife, and I hope she'll be soon a mother because I really want to become a godfather," he emotionally giggled, and we smiled at his silliness. "Now I just want to tell you guys I love you both, and thank you Michael for bringing June's light back just by being this kind and caring soul you are."

"That's my babe!" Dave cheered, as he clapped his hands when Jer came back to the table.

I, on the other hand, had tears in my eyes as I became emotional. The entire speech Jer delivered was funny, but at the same time, it summed up pretty much the relationship we both shared.

It was a shame Anna couldn't be here as well, because it would have been fun to remember our college years, and it was a chance for us to finally bury the past. Sadly, she couldn't make it because she had important work to do. I understood perfectly, though. Being a nurse is a full time job, and I admired her and Jer for being in the medical field.

"You little bitch," I muttered when Jer approached me, still with tears in my eyes. "I love you so much," I sincerely said, holding him in my arms.

"I love you too," he chuckled, rubbing my back gently. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it. And I think Michael loved it too, he kept laughing as well."

"Oh yeah, I heard him. That laugh, you could recognize it everywhere, just like yours."

***

I held the bouquet tightly in my hands, as every girl who wasn't married gathered behind me: Brooke, Naomi, Janet, Charlie, Tara, Sheila, April and Crystal.

"You guys ready?" I called with my back facing them.

"Wait! Sheila is invading my comfort zone!" I heard Crys' voice complain, and I turned around, looking at her with a "are you serious?" look.

"What? I'm not doing anything! June, come on, throw it!" Sheila denied, pushing Crys away a little.

"Children," I rolled my eyes playfully, and turned back around. "Ready? Go!"

I threw the bouquet with all the strength I had in me, and turned around to see who was the lucky one who caught it.

Janet.

"Look at that!" I smirked, walking up to my sister-in-law with my arms crossed under my breast. "René is probably going to put a ring on that finger sooner or later, sis."

"Come on, it doesn't mean anything," she shyly said, looking down for a moment, and then looking in the direction where her boyfriend was. "But I'd like that."

"I know. Let's hope he will," I smiled, and gave her a short hug. "Now come on, let's dance!" I cheered, dragging her to the dance floor. She gave the bouquet to LaToya as we walked past her, and we both danced to Cindy Lauper's Girls Just Want to Have Fun.

Janet and I jumped in place, face to face, to the rhythm of the music. The other guests were dancing around us. Randy was doing some robot moves, which made Janet and I laugh, and soon after, my bridesmaids and Jeremy joined us on the dance floor for a couple of dances.

Michael was dancing as well with his god-daughter Nicole (Lionel's daughter), Brittny (Marlon's daughter), Marlon Jr., and Timmy, which brought a smile on my face. Whenever he was around kids, it made him happy, and I knew for sure he would be the best dad in the world.

The music turned to another ballad, and as I was about to leave the dance floor to rest from this wild dance, someone grabbed my hand from behind me, and it was Joseph.

"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" he asked with a little smile, and of course, I agreed, giving him his smile back. "I used to be a good dancer back in the days, but my skills vanished away," he chuckled, as we swayed slowly to the rhythm of the song.

"You're not that bad," I reassured, patting his shoulder gently.

"Well, thank you for trying, but lying is a bad thing, dear," he chuckled again, and I chuckled along with him this time. "I'm proud to call you my daughter-in-law, June. Really."

"And I'm proud to be a Jackson," I sincerely said back to my father-in-law. "I couldn't dream of a better family."

He just smiled at me again, and we continued to dance together to the rest of the song. I noticed Michael in the distance, who was looking at the both of us with his arms crossed on his chest and a bright smile on his face. I waved at him, he waved back, and Janet took him by the hand and dragged him on the dance floor as well.

"There's no way you're not dancing with me on your wedding day, Applehead," I heard her say as they were inches away from Joseph and I. "And you better be good."

"You gotta be kidding me," Michael laughed his heart out at his little sister, as he placed his hand over her hip.

"These two," Joseph shook his head at his children, and I just smiled at their silliness. "The most childish kids in the world."

"The most adorable too," I added, as I watched my husband pretend he didn't know how to dance.

He was intentionally walking on his sisters' feet, or bumped into her to make it look like he didn't know what he was doing, and I found it hilarious. He was just being his silly self, and I loved him just like this.

"Joseph! Michael is being a pain in the ass!" Janet whined like a little girl, which made Joseph and I laugh again. "Can you tell him to stop?"

"Maybe we should switch partners, what do you think?"

"This could be a good idea," I chuckled, as he spun me around, and got retrieved by my husband. "Hey, stranger," I seductively said, as Michael's face was inches away from mine.

"Oh hi there, beautiful," he seductively said back, as he was rubbing my lower back. "I'm Michael, maybe we could hang out some time?"

"Forward much? I like that," I smiled, as I got closer to his lips. "We should definitely hang out," I continued, before crashing my lips onto his.

"Oh wow. Excuse me but I didn't catch your name?" Michael pulled away quickly with a little smirk.

"Call me Mrs. Jackson," I grinned, and Michael pulled my face to his with his hands behind my neck to kiss me once again.

"Excuse me, man. Can I still the bride from you for a dance?" I heard Pit's voice say from behind me, and I automatically turned around to see him.

Without the sling that was holding his arm and shoulder in place.

"Pit! Why did you remove your sling?" I asked immediately, as I put my hand on his uninjured shoulder.

"Because I don't need it anymore," he grinned, and lifted his arm to put his hand on my back. "See?"

"What the hell? You can move your arm?" I excitedly asked, as I put him in an arm's length. "Show me!"

He chuckled, and lifted his arm in the air. I put a hand over my mouth in utter shock, and finally jumped on his arms, hugging his neck tightly.

"I'm so happy!" I exclaimed, as my friend was rubbing my back gently. "But wait," I said, pulling away. "Since when is your arm healed?"

"A week maybe. I wanted this to be a surprise, so... surprise!" he grinned.

"That's the kind of surprise I like," I grinned back, and put my hand back on his shoulder to continue our dance.

***

"Alright, first question," Brooke announced, and chuckled in advance. "This one is pretty easy to start with. Who's the best driver?"

We were playing the "Shoe Game", which was basically a game to demonstrate how much Michael and I knew each other. Kate gave us several ideas of wedding games, and Michael and I previously agreed on choosing this one, and put one and only person in charge of it. Brooke being one of my bridesmaids, volunteered, as she knew the both of us perfectly, so she was the one who was most qualified to ask us questions.

The concept was simple: Michael and I were back against back, without seeing each other, Brooke asked a question, and we had to put his or my shoe in the air to answer it.

Without hesitating, I put my shoe in the air, and I hoped Michael did the same thing, as he is one of the worst drivers I've ever met in my entire life. It is true that, I did lose my driver's license for six months because I drove with alcohol in my blood, but this was for a good reason. Michael is just an awful driver, and he doesn't have any excuses for it.

He's the greatest performer on the planet, I guess we can't have it all, right?

"We all agree on that, and even yourself, Mike. You know just as well as all of us that you are a terrible driver," Brooke chuckled, just like the majority of the guests. "Okay, second question. Who is the better kisser?"

Without hesitation, I put Michael's shoe up. Like seriously, every time he kisses me is different. He can be gentle and kiss me softly, he can be hungry and get me naked the next minute, or he could be simply eager and kiss me for days.

"You don't agree on that, apparently. Can any of you both give arguments?"

"Michael kissed me like no one has ever kissed me before. He is the best kisser in the world, and that's final," I announced in the microphone.

"The best after you, baby girl," Michael whispered in my ear, which sent shivers through my entire body.

"Alright then, Michael is the best kisser. Next question is: Who sings better?"

"Really?" I asked to a laughing Brooke. "Urgh. This is like asking if a blind can see," I shook my head. "Sorry Stevie."

"I don't like to flatter myself but... I can't lie on this one, baby girl. You're really a bad singer."

"Nuh-uh. You're an excellent one, it's not quite the same thing, okay?"

"June, honey? Stop lying to yourself, and just admit it," Brooke seriously said, which caused everybody around to chuckle, and me included.

"Bitch," I said through gritted teeth, as I forced a grin in her direction.

"Next question is: Who was the first to admit their love?"

"That was all me," Michael declared, with his shoe up high.

"That was all him. Paris, 1987. One of the best days of my life," I grinned, as I rested my head on the back of Michael's.

"Alright, enough with the cuteness you guys. Now, I have my idea about the next question... Who is clumsier?"

Once again, without hesitating, I put my shoe up high and hid my face with my other hand.

"Mom, why did you make me that clumsy?" I whined, and everybody around laughed. "Seriously though!"

"You took that after your father, not me," she smiled a bit. "Eveything he touched, everything he dropped on the ground."

"I have to agree on that," I giggled.

"But we have to recognize one fact: few people can trip over their own two feet. That makes June special," Michael seriously said, before laughing his ass off. "Sorry babe."

"Asshole," I mouthed him, and he blew me a kiss with this wonderful smile of his.

"Alright, alright. Leave the poor Klutzilla alone," Brooke smirked towards me, and I instantly turned around to see Michael's guilty face.

"Seriously?!"

"I didn't do anything!" he protested, putting his hands up.

"You're the only one to call me that!"

"It's a cool nickname, and it suits you perfectly, leave the man alone," Brooke argued, as I crossed my arms under my breast with a pouty face. "Moving on! Who dances better?" Brooke grinned, as I was giving her a playful death glare.

"Ugh! Now I see Brooke likes you better than me," I said, and gave a pointed look to my friend. "Can you ask a question which will finally demonstrate my worth?" I desperately asked as I put Michael's shoe up with a sigh.

"Don't beat yourself up. You're one amazing dancer," my husband whispered from behind me.

"Go to hell, Mr. Perfect," I answered, sticking my tongue out, which made him laugh.

"Okay, I got a question!" Jer interfered in the game, and I wasn't too reassured by his move. Jer can be... very bold. "Who's the loudest...," he paused a few seconds and my face started to heat up, "...when hitting their toe on the edge of the furniture?" he smirked, and raised an eyebrow when I gave him a look. "What? What did you expect?"

"Something else coming from your ass," I muttered, and put my shoe up, glaring at my best friend.

***

As I looked at the clock, I noticed it was now time for me to change into my second dress of the evening. I wanted to keep my wedding dress as long as possible, but I also wanted to slip into my second dress because I knew Michael would love it as well. It was a white length-floor Greek kind of dress with a bare back. Karl always knew what suited me, and I was so grateful to have such a genius as a friend and former mentor.

I was at the bar, waiting for Dave and Becks to go to the guest house to change my dress, and ordered a glass of plain water. It was too hot out there, and with all the dancing and walking I had been doing, my feet seemed a bit swollen. That was a chance I had a floor-length dress, because that didn't look charming at all. Hopefully, I reassured myself by thinking my husband would give me a feet massage if I needed one later on. This, along with a tender night full of love-making as husband and wife.

"There you go, Mrs. Jackson," the bartender offered me my glass of water with a smile.

"Thank you... Carl," I said, once I saw his name tag.

"You better have saved a dance for me, crackpot," I heard that oh-so-recognizable nickname behind me, and turned over to see Josh standing there. "You've been dancing with pretty much everybody, but I'm left here alone, without anybody to talk to."

"Oh come on, there's plenty of people here you could get along with!"

"You know I'm shy, though."

"Bullshit," I snickered. "Go talk to Brooke. She's a little blue since she broke up with Liam, she could use some good male's company," I advised my cousin, tapping him on the shoulder gently.

"I can't do that. I'm petrified," he whispered, getting closer to me. "Everybody, but Brooke."

"Why? She's the sweetest girl I know!"

"She's the sexiest girl I know too," he hissed, and a chuckle escaped my lips. "Come on, no, don't laugh. I get super nervous when I'm near her."

"You're so cute," I joked, pinching his nose.

"Stop that!" he laughed, swatting my hand away, before looking in Brooke's direction. He stayed frozen for some long seconds, and then asked the bartender for a glass of bourbon. "I need some courage."

"And I need a glass of wine," I muttered, then sighed.

"Help yourself, it's on me!"

I laughed, "Nah I'm good. I don't want to be drunk on my wedding day, and in front of my parents in law."

"Oh come on, I didn't see you with one glass of alcohol for the entire evening! You won't be drunk with one glass of wine, trust me."

"I have principles," I simply said, and switched topic. "Now are you going to go talk to her?"

His glass of bourbon arrived, and he drunk it down in one, "I'm ready now. Wish me luck," he exhaled loudly, and left the bar with what looked like confidence in his walk.

"Crazy pants," I giggled to myself, shaking my head from right to left. "Can I have another one please?"

"Sure thing, ma'am."

Waiting for my glass, I played with the necklace that was hanging from my neck, staring into space, with a blissful smile decorating my face. I was focusing on this joy I had in me, a feeling I didn't have for months. I giggled at the memory of Michael and I being all tensed up about this entire thing, as images from the last few days came flooding my mind. We wanted everything to be perfect, and we put so much pressure on ourselves, but it worked. Everything was the way we wanted it to be, and we were happy. Completely, and truly happy.

"There you go, Mrs. Jackson," the bartender gently said, and I thanked him with a smile, as I was slowly leaving my trance.

Suddenly, Prince's voice echoed in my mind, and my heart ached a bit at the memory that he wasn't here with us, while he played a big role in Michael and I's happiness- and our misery too.

As hard as I tried to stop his voice from ringing in my head, it wouldn't stop. With a frown on my face, I left the bar, walking slowly in the stage's direction, as Prince's voice seemed to get closer.

And he was there.

The sight of Prince on stage made me stop dead in my tracks, and I dropped my glass of water on the ground. It shattered into a million pieces, as Prince continued to play the soft melody of Purple Rain on the piano.