I could not wait for our wedding. It would be a private wedding, nothing extraordinary. Just my family and his family. I knew he was excited too. He was so happy all the time. I'm glad it was me making him feel this way. As I'm writing music, sitting in front of my piano, I feel his lips pecking my cheek and his hands on my shoulders. I smile. "You wanna take a break? You've been playing that tune for hours." He asks in between kisses. I giggle as he kissed my neck "Mike, I have to get the first verse to this song." I explain. "Take a quick break and-" the phone rings. "Once I get off this phone you're taking a break." Michael says as he answers the phone. I laugh and go back to playing the piano. All of a sudden I heard a glass break. I stop what I'm doing and run to the kitchen. "What's going on??" I run in to see Michael on his knees, he just sat there emotionless. "Michael? What's wrong?" I kneel in front of him grabbing the phone out of his hand. "Hello?" "Hello?" I hear a voice respond. It was Frank Dileo, Michael's manager. "Frank? What's going on?" Frank gives a heavy sigh. "Apparently, one of the children that stayed in Neverland with Michael..." He hesitated. "Oh no, did someone die?" I ask. Frank sighs again. "no. One of the kids accused Michael of molestation...they want to press charges." My mouth dropped, I stared at Michael in disbelief. "Frank, he could never do something like that...he could NEVER do something like that.. FRANK..." I repeated. "I know that. I'm gonna call Mike's assistant, he's gonna call Michael's lawyers, we're gonna try our best to fix this Jayla. For now, just tell Michael to stay low for a while. This hasn't gone public yet." Frank says calmly. "Ok" I nod my head and hang up. "Michael..?" I say quietly. He stares off into space, his face still unreadable. "How could they do this to me?" He mutters. I touch his hand. "This is going to ruin my reputation, my image, my life." He looks at me. "Jay, I have never touched a-" "Michael you don't have to tell me. I know you didn't, you wouldn't..I know.." I stroke his face and pull him closer to me. "We'll just have to hold off on the wedding." I say. "No, I can't take that from you Jay. I can't take that from myself. You're the only thing keeping me happy. I need this wedding." Michael replies. I look at him and I see his soul crying. He's been so sad for so long and I kept him happy. People have been believing the wildest stories about him and he's managed to ignore it. But this is what broke him. I couldn't stand to see it happening. "All I've done for children. Why would they do this to me?" He began to cry. All I could do was hug him and tell him everything was ok, even if it wasn't.

Michael and I decided to take that vacation we talked about before the trip. He truly needed something to keep him happy. We went to a beautiful private island off the coast of Puerto Rico. It was so relaxing, there were no cameras, no bodyguards, and barely any people. We must've slept all day. I woke up to him watching me sleep. "Hi" I mumble smiling. "Hello beautiful" he smiles back. He brushes a loose hair from my face and strokes my cheek. "Get up, I have something planned." He says kissing my forehead and hopping out of bed. We get dressed and walk outside to a beautiful sunset. His hands lace into mine and we walk down the coast to a bonfire with a big blanket and two pillows. "This is beautiful" I say sitting on the blanket. Michael lays on his side holding up himself with his elbow. "I'm glad you like it. I realized, I didn't get to propose to you properly. I know this whole thing has been hard on you...and I truly want to give you the world. You make me so happy, the days I'm not with you don't feel right. I want to be with you forever..." I'm so happy with him, tears form in my eyes. He wipes one and pulls a small box out his pocket. "Will you..?" He asks smiling. I sigh "yes!" He places the ring on my finger and I grab his face and kiss him. Pulling his body closer to mine until he's on top of me. He stops and says "I love you more than words can describe." "You will never understand how happy you make me, Michael." I respond.