After Bashir left, things were going back to normal in Michael and I's relationship. I walked around my house cleaning up after giving two of my maids the weekend off. My music blasting throughout the house as Michael took a shower. I danced around the kitchen, wiping down counters and drying up dishes to a Lionel Ritchie classic "All Night Long" my now, 2 year old baby girl, bounces in the kitchen after me. Attempting to copy my feet "I see you're gonna be a little dancer." I giggle grabbing her hands dancing with her as she giggles. Angel and I do a quick spin to see Michael sitting at one of the counters watching us, grinning from ear to ear. Slightly embarrassed I pick up Angel and sit her on the counter. "Something funny?" I smirk. Michael chuckles shaking his head. "No, you two are adorable together...and she's got footwork, she could be a little James Brown." He chuckles. "That reminds me" I snap. "We are going to the BET Awards..." Michael frowns his face. "Why?" "We are presenting the lifetime achievement award to James Brown!" I squeal in excitement. "That's awesome. He deserves it! Well I've got a song I need to record. You are more than welcome to come to the studio with me." He smiles. "A song?" I smirk "I'll definitely come. I wanna hear it." "I actually found it, I wrote it in 2000 or '01." Remembering those two years, they were not the best for the both of us. Why would he want to record anything from that time period? I let Angel down from the counter as she runs off. "She's so energetic, she'll get lost in this big ol' house." Michael says. "I'm just glad I'm able to give her what my mother couldn't. She can live a better life now." I smile.

Michael and I enter the studio and I see Prince and Paris run up to greet us. Blanket stayed with the nanny at Neverland. "Aunt Jay. Sit next to me!" Paris squeaks. I giggle as I sit beside her and Prince scoots under my arm to lay on my lap. I adore these children and I'm glad they adore me. Michael walks in the booth and began singing his song.

"This time, I'm gonna do my best to make it right. Can't go on without you by my side..."

He sings, his eyes shift from the words to me as I feel myself blushing. My heart always melts when he sings to me. There's just something about his voice. I stroke Prince's head as he falls asleep on my lap and Paris plays with my fingernails. Tapping my foot to the rhythm, Michael and I lock eyes. I sway to his music giving him a sweet smile.

"...and I will walk around this world to find her, and I don't care what it takes...i'd sail the seven seas to be near her. If you happen to see her, tell her this for me.."

I wonder why he always wanted me to write music for him. He had such a way with words, it was almost poetic. He was such a hopeless romantic. I thought it was adorable. We both always had trouble with love and actually loving someone. But when it came to each other, there was no denying it. I mouth the words "I love you" to him as he continues to sing and gives me a cute little wink.

He steps out of the booth, playfully taking a bow as the engineers give him applause on his track. "Excellent song Mr. Jackson." I smile. He giggles and picks up Prince from the couch. "This boy sleeps so much." He chuckles. We walk out to an array of paparazzi and flashing cameras outside of the studio. Our bodyguards shove us inside the truck quickly and we pull off. During the ride back I watch as Michael and Paris join Prince in sleep. I giggle at the similarities in their positions. I can't help but think of my own family. It's been eating away at me for a few weeks, my family was separated because of my mistake. Even though I was happy with Michael, I still felt completely awful at what I did to Brian. Especially after the last talk I had with him. I wonder if he moved on. I can't keep doing this to myself. I made my decision, and it was to be with Michael. If I'm so happy with him why am I having second thoughts about it? I sigh as we arrive at Neverland gate.

I stand in the bathroom mirror with a towel wrapped around me and my wet curls flowing down my shoulders. Wiping the fog from the mirror to see my reflection. It's not the same. The radiance I once had is gone and replaced with a slight sadness in my eyes. Is it possible to be in love with two people? I remove the thought from my head. It seemed like Michael and I shared our feelings more in bed with each other than any other time. So I dried my hair, put it in a bun and hopped in bed to talk to him. His insomnia was getting the best of him tonight. "Can we talk?" I ask laying my head on the pillow next to him. "Of course. What about?" "I need you to know. I'm completely and totally in love with you. But recently I've been feeling so unhappy..." His eyes seemed to take on a look of fear instantly. "What do you mean?" He asks, swallowing hard. "It's nothing you did, it may just be me thinking to hard. But I wanna talk about it..to get it off my chest" I assure him. He gives a small nod and grabs my hand. "What's wrong?" He asks softly. "I feel terrible. I just left Brian like that... I separated our family, and I'm starting to think I made the wrong decision... I think I may be in love with two people." I stutter out. Michael's eyes shift around the room for a while and he takes a deep breath. "I'll say this from the unselfish side of me... You do what you need to do. If... If you want to leave to go find yourself and figure things out. I'll be here waiting for you. But the selfish part of me thinks you belong with me...and wants you to stay.." His eyes locking with mine, he tightens his grasp on my hand. "I want to stay Mike... I do. I enjoy every waking moment I spend with you. I've been so happy with you for years and that's why I can't let you go. It's hard to deal with when you love two people. I had a talk with Brian and he made me feel so awful. I hurt him so much, and I just closed him off...I don't want anyone I love to feel like that." He nods his head, no longer looking at me. He turns on his back, staring at the rotating ceiling fan. "I'm getting tired..I think we
should talk about this later, you know it's hard for me to sleep." I knew he was getting uncomfortable talking about this, so he just shut me out. I give up on the conversation and just let it go for the night.

The next morning I felt ten times worse, physically and mentally. My mind ran through different thoughts as I groggily walked to the kitchen. "Good morning..." Michael says dryly. He sounded a little angry. "Good morning..." I respond, grabbing a cup and pouring in orange juice. Michael took his orange juice and went in the living room. It felt like he was avoiding eye contact with me. I sit on the leg rest in front of him. "Are you mad at me?" I ask quietly. He rolls his eyes and sighs "Jayla...let's not talk about this." "Mike..please don't shut me out like this." I whine. I move the leg resting on his lap and place myself in his lap, cuddling him close. He sighs again, still keeping his eyes focused off of me. I sit my arms in my lap, twiddling my thumbs. "You won't even talk to me..." "I'm angry at the situation. Not you. I want you to be happy. But my gut is telling me you need to leave in order to get that happiness. I don't want you to leave me again..." He admits. He leans his head onto mine, a somber tone in his voice. "Michael, no matter what, I will always be here for you. You never have to worry about me not loving you. Our hearts have been in sync since the beginning of time" I repeat from his words. "I just need time to think for myself." My hand traces his jawline as I kiss him.