Allison's POV:

I wake up to a nauseous feeling in my stomach, whilst I'm cradled in Michaels arms. Oh- last night was... I need to puke- like, right now. I quickly scoot out of Michaels arms and throw on a silk robe before running to the on-suite bathroom. I take a breath before I instantly regurgitate into the toilet. "Oh-whh." I groan at the pressure in my throat, forcing me to bring up food twice as much. What a lovely way to wake up after a love-making night, eh?

I hear Michaels footsteps coming my way, I don't even need to ask- he gathers my hair away from my face and holds it, "It's alright Ally, let it out, let it all out." He soothes me as I continue my vomiting phase.

I finally come to a stop and stand up, rinsing my mouth and thoroughly brushing my teeth.

"Oh baby, come here." Michael coos at me, pecking my now fresh lips.

I notice he's got his robe on too, naked underneath, just like me. I take in his fresh manly scent, and twist my finger around one of his curls- they're just so spirally and soft and irresistible!

"Listen, I want to bring the news to my family, of our marriage. I wanna do it today, is that alright?" He asks whilst we walk downstairs.

"So soon!?" I ask startled.

"If you want we can do it another time." He replies, but I sense the disappointment in his low tone of voice.

"No-no, I'll meet them today. Wait- what if they don't like me?" I suddenly ask nervously. What if they don't like me? That could be terrible and most likely embarrassing!

"Oh Ally, they'll love you! Especially since I've proposed to you. Get this- even if they didn't, my love for you wouldn't change one bit."

My heart flutters at the most heartfelt words from Michael, this man truly loves me. I stare at him adoringly, and peck his lips, "I hope so, Michael, it'd be slightly awkward if they didn't!" I nervously giggle.

"Stop worrying, will you! It'll all be fine, loosen up a bit, they're my family. My family are crazy people, very fun to be with, I assure you."

"Alright, alright."

"Good. We'll have breakfast and go get ready in our rooms. Then we'll have my limo escort us to Hayvenhurst and that's where everyone will be! Okay?"

"Okay." I smile back.

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I quickly put on some diamond earrings before styling my hair lightly. Michael had gotten ready much faster as he is now waiting downstairs for me.
God knows the fiasco it took me to decide on an outfit. There were all these questions: Was it too formal? Was it too casual? Was it too slutty? Let's just say, in the end, I'd practically turned Michael's guest room into a hell-hole.

I quickly spray my rose gold perfume here and there and over my body before leaving the room.

Making my way downstairs with Michael waiting on the couch, I grin, "Well, what do you think? Too formal, too casual?" I pause, glancing down at my outfit.

I decided on a black jumpsuit that has an attached neck collar, along with my black strapped heels- simple and formal, yet family- friendly, right?

"Phwoar," I heard him mutter under his breath, to which I lightly blush to.

"You look absolutely stunning, just the right choice!" He admired me, and I blushed like crazy, trying to avert the attention to something else, "We should get going!"

"Alright then, beautiful. Eager, aren't we?" He laughed at me.

"Oh, shutup, boy!" I playfully slap his arm. We walk through the hallways and pass a long mirror, and a sudden wash of doubt fills me, "Honey," I stop him frowning sadly, "Do I- do I look fat?"

His eyes widen with sympathy, "You're crazy! No! Of course you're not fat!" He defends me, and I feel a pang of relief.

"But-but look! My tummy's gotten bigger, surely my thighs are too big." I criticise myself whilst examining my body.

"Baby, you're seeing things. It's just the pregnancy getting to you. And anyway, you're tummy will get much bigger, and that's something you need to accept, you're beautiful to me inside and out. It won't change how I see you, a stunning, gorgeous best friend and wife," He smiles, rubbing my arm for comfort, "And besides, I've always liked a little more meat on the bone." He winks, pinching my butt.

I blush instantly, giggling at his actions, "Okay, I believe you."

He takes my hand as we walk to the limo, and escorts me inside. Once the doors are shut, he requests for his privacy so any window barriers between the driver and guards are closed and opaque.

"Come here, girl." He whispers, so I scoot over to him, only for him to grab my face and land a big wet smacker on my lips.

"Damn Michael, I didn't know you were like this behind closed doors!" I chuckle softly.

"Since last night, I guess you drove me crazy- I just can't get enough of those sweet lips, you know?"

"I guess I feel the same way, babyboy." I smirk, poking his chest as I straddle his lap.

"Damn, Allison, in here?" He grunts, hardening underneath me.

I don't respond, I simply lock our lips together in a passionate kiss. I love this man so fucking much I can't even keep my hands off him.

"No, we can't, not in here. They'd know." I agree with him, "But I can still kiss you. That is allowed, right?" I seductively question, tugging at his collar.

Michaels palm strokes my cheek and leans in for another kiss, "Does that answer your question?"

I smile timidly with a nod, and hold his face in my hands, connecting our lips once more. Our heads move sufficiently, tilting opposite ways, noses side by side, lip perched on lip, locked in a heated kiss. My eyes stay shut as I feel his hot minty breath fanned against my chin, and taste it in the air underneath my tongue.

My eyes flutter themselves closed, awaiting his touch again. I feel his lip brush against my own, and along comes a cold breeze, my own lips now awash with the daring minty flavour. I lick them; just a little bit, the flavour teasing my taste buds. He presses his lips firmly to mine with more force, his fingertips tugging at the fabric of my jumpsuit. His long, delicate hands roam my back; fore it is a bare-backed jumpsuit. He finally fixates his hands behind my neck, without disconnecting our lips for any moment. I release my lips for a breath, but his latch straight back onto mine, and I enjoy the sweet taste of his mouth.

"Ugh-hem," A rough clear of the throat is sounded clearly, indicating we've been caught in our make-out session.

Our position is very awkward and sexual, with me straddled on Michael's lap, his hand placed on my neck and the other on my butt, whilst my own roams the depths of his hair.

I immediately look backwards, and scoot off of Michael in embarrassment, "S-sorry." I mutter awkwardly.

Michael just sits their awkwardly not saying anything- he gets easily embarrassed and is very shy, so this must be extremely embarrassing for him- I can see why, nobody has ever seen him be so sexual this way!

"Mr. Jackson, we have arrived at Hayvenhurst residence, we uh- we will be parking shortly." The driver informs us through the now open window, with an awkward tone.

I look behind me through the back window to see what the area is like. It's beautiful! I swear these places are like fairytale homes! I mean, it's much smaller and less majestic than Neverland- but still, this is gorgeous.

"Wow, Michael. The place looks amazing!" I compliment his family home.

"Thank you, Ally." He smiles at me, rubbing my knuckles beneath his comforting hand.

Oh my god. I'm about to meet the Jackson family. Freak out session! Ahh! There it is again, that seriously annoying question that constantly nags at my poor brain- what if they don't like me?

Shutup Ally! You're being silly! Michaels right, they'll be polite anyway.  Okay, pull yourself together, you're marrying a Jackson, now you need to meet them all. Let's do this.