~Michael's POV

I awoke in another hotel once again, another city, another concert. A year wiser and older because today is Rayne and I's birthdays. But, after that incident with Camille, Rayne and I haven't been on each other's good sides so I wasn't expecting anything at all.

A small knock on the door separating Rayne and I from Camille catches my attention. I place my finger to my mouth signaling Camille to keep quiet as her mother was still sleeping.

"Daddy, I made you a birthday card! My tutor helped!" Camille whispered excitedly, she hands me a folded piece of construction paper. "Happy Birthday Daddy" written in jumbo letters

"Thank you baby girl." I grin, pecking her cheek.

"I made one for mommy too. But she's still sleeping." She say quietly.

The whole reason Rayne and I haven't been getting along is because I haven't been appreciating her as much as I should be. This tour has taken away all of our personal time together and usually, if she's not with me at the concert, she's at the hotel watching Camille. I'd be frustrated too. I think of an idea and relay it to Camille.

"Let's go make mommy breakfast and we'll give her the card you made with her breakfast." I whisper, sneaking out of bed.

Camille nods excitedly, a giggle releasing from her lips as we tip toed playfully out of the room.

"What are we gonna make her? Cereal?" Camille asks, placing her finger to her chin.

"No, what about an omelette?" I chuckle, pulling the eggs out of the refrigerator.

"Eggs? I don't think mommy likes eggs.." Camille says in disgust, frowning her face.

"I think you don't like eggs. I know mommy does." I chuckle, pulling out green and red peppers.

"I hate eggs!" She groans.

Camille and I cooked Rayne a big omelette filled with vegetables and topped with sour cream.

"Mommy wake up!" Camille runs into the room with her purple colored card.

Rayne reveals her eyes fluttering her soft lashes quietly. "What's wrong?" She mumbles.

"Nothing!" Camille responds shoving the card in her face. "Happy birthday!" She yells.

Rayne finally rises, a grin on her face. "Thank you baby."

"Daddy made you breakfast." She gleams as I walked inside carefully holding the tray of food and orange juice. I sang "happy birthday" in my softest tone, setting the tray on her lap. I lean my forehead onto hers, anticipating a kiss, but nothing.

"Wow, thank you both." She smiles "and happy birthday to you too." She pats my cheek sweetly.

"Thanks." I say dissatisfied with my ending result.

I could tell this birthday wouldn't be celebrated the same way as previous years.

"What's wrong with you?" Rayne asks as she and Camille read her card.

I started to explain how I understood that she was feeling unappreciated but I just ended with "nothing.. Enjoy your breakfast"

I walk out into the living area of our suite and do something I rarely do... Turn on the television.  The commercial advertising my concert tonight got me excited all over again. I knew what I was here for and even if Rayne didn't  appreciate it, I knew my fans did, my daughter did.

Later I went to the venue to start rehearsals, meeting Kenny and Travis on the stage.

"Happy Birthday Mike" Karen says, brushing back my hair.

I chuckle, "thanks, you seem to be the only one who cares... Well you and my daughter."

"What about Rayne? It's her birthday too, I'm sure she's excited for you."

"Not really. She and I aren't really open to each other's company right now." I groan.

"Aww. I'm sure she'll come around. How's Camille's shoulder?"

"Better. She's sleeping without the sling - She shouldn't be - but she is. So, I guess that's a good sign." I nod. "She made me a card." I smile. "This is probably all I'll get... I mean I've never been the type to want things materialistically... Just - I'm so used to celebrating my birthday with her.. I don't know." I shrug

"Well, you should enjoy your birthday anyway... Think of it like this.. You're doing what you love for your birthday.. And that's making people happy." Karen smiles as she pats my shoulder

~Rayne's POV

After enjoying my breakfast, and dressing Camille and I for a new day in Copenhagen, I decided to start preparing for tonight. But not before running into the bathroom. I've been unable to hold anything down for the past two weeks.

Bill escorts us to a high end cake shop. Camille squints to read the long Danish words labeled across the window. "Mommy what's that say?" She asks.

"I don't know. Maybe something about cakes" I smile as we walk inside.

"Are you buying a cake for you and daddy?" She says excitedly.

"Yes, but it's a secret, and make sure you keep your fingers to yourself. I know they look yummy but these cakes are for other people ok?" I explain. She nods her head, clutching her fingers close to her body.

"Hello?" I chime in the store. A young boy, about 19, walks out with a polite grin speaking Danish.

Bill says something back to the young boy in his language and he nods politely turning to the back.

"What'd you say Bill?" Camille asked

"I told him we don't speak Danish." He explains.

"Hello my name is Alvena, how can I help you?" An older Danish woman smiles. "Oh my God, are you the wife of Michael Jackson?" She places her hand over her mouth.

"That's my daddy!" Camille smiles.

"Yes" I chuckle politely "I'm actually here to see how long you would take for a birthday cake?"

"A big one!" Camille adds

Alvena chuckles, "how big?"

"About Camille's height, 3 feet? I think?"

"When do you need it?"

"No later than 10 tonight if possible." I smile

Alvena thinks for a moment. "I think I can make that happen.."

"Great! And you can hand deliver it to him yourself. Is that ok Bill?" I ask.

"Me and my son?" She gleams pointing to the back

Bill shrugs nonchalantly, "that's perfectly fine" He passes two backstage tickets to Alvena "we'll see you then. Ask for me, Bill."

She thanks us graciously, crying, embracing Bill and I in a hug before running to the back to tell her son the order.

"Why was she crying?" Camille asked.

"She was very happy."

"But if she was happy why did she cry?"

"Some people cry when they're happy." I smile, placing her back in her booster seat.

I got in contact with Kenny Ortega while Michael was in rehearsal to inform him of my surprise.

"I just want to interrupt really quickly. I found a band willing to come through on last minute. I want to let him see the cake, bring Camille onstage, sing happy birthday and we'll be done. Would that be possible?" I ask.

"I think that's fine, we're gonna be starting a little early anyway. He's gonna love this, he's been kinda down about his birthday." Kenny says.

"Perfect!"

***

That night Michael, Camille and I sat in the back of the truck on our way to his concert, quiet as usual. Michael stared out the window tapping his knee to his own beat in his head.

"We should renew our vows.." He blurts.

"Huh?" I ask.

"I think we should renew our vows. Maybe we've been arguing a lot lately because we've lost sight of how we feel about each other."

"Mike, I know I love you. No matter how much we may disagree. We'll have our rough patches. We aren't perfect, but for the sake of our daughter and our marriage we work it out." I respond.

He shrugs "I just feel like that may help. Reminding ourselves of the importance of each other's opinions and values."  He grabs his throat coughing a little bit. "I'll be so glad when this tour is over. It's taking a toll on my voice. My throat is starting to hurt." He clears his throat.

"It'll be over soon enough. We'll be back home in our own bed, and you can have all the rest you need." I smile.

We pull into the back of the venue, hearing the noise of people gathering out front.

"Good luck daddy and happy birthday again!" Camille smiles as we let Michael get dressed in his dressing room. We head into the second room for the two of us.

"Have you heard anything from the band?" I ask Bill.

"Yeah they'll be here in an hour. The cake people should be here by then too." He responds.

"That's perfect! And Camille I'm so proud of you for keeping this secret! My little partner in crime!" I chuckle giving her a high five.

"Daddy's gonna be so happy."

"Happy for what?" Michael says opening our dressing room door.

"I was just telling Camille how happy you'll be to be home soon." I interject. Camille doesn't know how to lie. It was killing her to not squeal about the surprise. But she's a different 5 year old, she knew this was important.

I caught that feeling again, that sick feeling. I run into the bathroom heaving into the toilet.

Michael frowns as I walk out the bathroom, "are you alright?" He asks,

I nod, "I think it's a small case of a virus. I'll be fine."

"Daddy do you ever get tired of dressing like a robot?" She asks

Michael chuckles picking her up, "Sometimes... Bill I came looking for Wayne, he's unsure of where you want him to stand tonight."

"I'll be out there soon Mr. Jackson"

"I've gotta go onstage soon I just came to get my good luck kisses." He smiles

Camille pecks his cheeks and I follow before he runs toward the stage entrance.

"Good luck baby." I smile.

After getting the rest of security team in place Bill returns back to us with Alvena and her son wheeling in a 3 foot cake.

"Oh my god, this looks amazing!" I say excitedly. Camille runs towards the cake, "it's so big! Daddy can't eat all that!"

Finally the band comes and it was time to surprise Michael.

The band begins to march out and I could see Michael frown from the noises before turning around. His background singers begin singing happy birthday to him, and Camille and I walk onstage with the cake, spewing sparklers, following. Camille releases my hand running into her father's arms. He giggles hugging her tightly as she screamed happy birthday into the microphone Michael was holding.

He reached his arm out to me as I grab on to him sweetly kissing his cheek, a smile so prominent on my face.

"Thank you so much, I can't believe you guys did this. I love you two so much." He grins.

***

I get Camille to the hotel to go to bed, her home schooling teacher comes tomorrow and I wanted her to be well rested.

"I'm so glad daddy liked his surprise." She says snuggling under her blanket.

"I am too." I kiss her forehead, shutting her door and head into my room.

I look at the small package I bought earlier and head into the bathroom, a big sigh releasing from my mouth.

Michael comes in about 2 hours later, slathering my sleeping lips with kisses. I wake up with a small grin.

"How was the show?" I ask, pulling the blankets over me.

"Extraordinary. The fans went wild. But what about you?" He laughs, wrapping his arms around me. "You stole the show with that surprise. I loved it so much."

"I'm glad, I didn't want you to think I didn't care about your birthday, and you've done so much for my birthday I thought I'd go all out for you."

"How'd you get Camille to keep the secret?"

I chuckle, "it wasn't too hard. She was excited to surprise you."  I clear my throat and grin, fiddling his fingers interlocking with his. "Also, I think we may be getting another change...a big change."

"And what could that be?"

"Another baby.." I smile.

"Are you serious?" He says excited "is that why you've been vomiting so much?"

"I thought it was from stress and maybe I was sick... But.. I took a test..."

"Wow. This is exciting.."

"I'm excited too. I wish this would've happened after the tour but.. It happened. I haven't told Camille yet so don't mention it to her."

"Gotcha.." He places his hand on my stomach. "Here we go again" he smiles.