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today is the 25th of june.

this day is a remembrance of the King of Pop. beyond the music, he was a brother, a father, a son, an uncle, and a friend to those who loved him.

I have tons of ideas for the series, and idk if youre ur still working on it, but what do you think about Michael and her daughter spending the afternoon with her uncles and aunts (mostly Marlon n Janet, I just love them! heehee) just pure fluff, maybe it could be just a regular day or thanksgiving, xmas or some other holiday ykkk, whatever you prefer

Btw I absolutely LOVE your series 😭 and youre writing!!! Ur incredible n a genius!! 💖 and sorry if I wrote something wrong English is not my first language ;(

i actually love this idea so i thought id start off with this one! tysm for the support! <3 i decided to easter, even tho its already been past but i thought it would be cute! part 1 part 2 part 3 michael jackson x fem!daughter reader

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easter morning at neverland was always magical, but 1990 felt extra special. the second you opened your eyes, you saw a bright trail of plastic easter eggs and a big, fluffy bunny plushie sitting right at the end of your bed. you let out a little giggle and kicked your blankets off.

right on cue, the bedroom door creaked open. michael peeked his head in, a huge smile breaking across his face when he saw you awake.

"good morning, apple head! you like your bunny, love?" he asked softly, walking over and kneeling down so he was right at your height.

you nodded your head so fast your hair flew everywhere. "yes! the easter bunny got exactly what i wanted, daddy!" you cheered, scooping up the pink plushie and squeezing it tight to your chest.

"well, the easter bunny must've known you've been a very good girl! and guess what?" michael smiled, his eyes crinkling. "your aunt and uncles are coming over for lunch today."

your eyes went wide. "aunty janet and uncle marlon?" you asked softly, the excitement building in your chest.

michael chuckled and gave your nose a gentle boop. "yes, uncle marlon, aunty janet and the others too. so, we have to get up and get you dressed, okay?"

he scooped you up into his arms, making you giggle as he carried you over to the wardrobe. he swung the doors open to look at your clothes. "what do you want to wear, baby?"

you grinned and pointed a tiny finger straight ahead. "that one!" you said pointing to a pretty baby blue dress.

"good choice!" michael said, pulling it out.

he carefully helped you change out of your pajamas and into the dress, then spent a few minutes gently brushing your hair. to finish it off, he put a little pink flower hair clip. "there we go," he said softly, stepping back to look.

you stood on your tippes and did a little twirl. "do i look pretty, daddy?"

michael’s eyes softened completely. "you always do, honey. now let's go downstairs and get some breakfast."

you grabbed your pink bunny plushie by the ear, keeping her close as you held michael's hand to walk down the big staircase. as you reached the bottom, michael looked down at you. "what are you gonna name her?" he asked, nodding at the toy.

you stopped and thought hard for a moment, tapping your chin. "princess cordelia!" you exclaimed happily.

michael laughed as he led you into the kitchen and lifted you into your chair. "that's a beautiful name, sweetness."

around noon, car doors slammed in the driveway as the family finally pulled up. a second later, the front door swung open and uncle marlon walked in, his voice filling the whole house.

"where's my girl?" he announced loudly.

your face lit up. "uncle marlon!" you shrieked happily, running straight toward him.

he chuckled, dropping down to his knees with his arms wide open. "come here, you!" he groaned playfully as you crashed right into his chest. he laughed, lifting you up into a tight hug. "grr, you've gotten so big already!"

michael walked out from the living room with a massive grin, greeting the rest of his brothers and sister coming through the door. aunty janet came up right behind marlon and gasped.

"there she is!" her sweet voice echoed through the hall. she stepped closer, gently placing a hand on your back. "aww, look at you! still so beautiful!"

you giggled, hiding your face slightly in marlon's shoulder from all the attention.

"man, why don't i ever get these kinds of greetings?" jackie complained from the doorway, crossing his arms and teasing.

"shut up, jackie," jermaine said, rolling his eyes as he walked past him and gave michael a hug.

out in the backyard, a long wooden table was set up on the grass, covered in plates of food. instead of sitting in your own chair, you sat right on uncle marlon’s lap, picking at your food while the adults ate and talked.

aunty janet leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she looked at you. "so, little miss, when are you starting school?"

you completely froze, your fork hovering in mid-air. "school? no school for me," you protested, shaking your head.

the whole table chuckled. "but you got to learn somehow, kiddo. school is fun!" marlon said, booping your nose.

you scrunched up your nose and shook your head. "learning sucks. i have everything i need right here," you said, tapping a tiny finger against the side of your head.

michael burst out laughing, shaking his head at your stubbornness.

"okay, i think it's time for the egg hunt," michael announced, standing up and brushing some crumbs off his pants.

the second he said it, you excitedly jumped right down from marlon's lap.

"y/n! you wanna be on my team?" marlon asked with a grin.

"no way, girls stick together!" janet chimed in quickly, winking at you.

you giggled, looking back at marlon and poking your tongue out at him. "yeah! girls stick together. i'm going with aunt janet," you said, grabbing janet's hand.

marlon dramatically clapped a hand over his chest. "wow... you've really damaged me, y/n. i don't know how i can continue on," he fake-cried, burying his face in his hands.

you just giggled harder, tugging janet toward the open grass.

in the end, you managed to get the absolute most eggs, mostly because you were the quickest on your feet and could dive under the bushes easier than anyone else.

"good job, apple head!" michael said softly, walking over and peeking into your overflowing basket. "wow, you got a lot."

"i just got beaten by a four-year-old," jermaine said, sighing as he sat down in a lawn chair.

"WE just got beaten by a four-year-old," tito corrected, shaking his head as the rest of the brothers sat down, completely wiped out.

janet laughed, pulling you into a side hug. "us girls stick together because girls are better. isn't that right, baby?" she asked you.

you nodded eagerly, looking over at your uncles. "yeah! boys stink and they have cooties!"

with everyone thoroughly beaten, michael gestured toward the big glass doors. "alright, let's head inside before it gets too chilly. movie time?"

everyone agreed quickly. you led the pack, proudly carrying your heavy basket of eggs back into the house and straight into the cozy home theater room.

as everyone started settling into the big, plush couches, you looked up at your dad. "can we watch the little mermaid, daddy?" you asked softly, hugging your pink bunny tightly that michael got from the living room.

michael’s eyes crinkled with a warm smile, and he gently placed his hand on your head. "of course, sweetpea," he whispered back.

michael settled down onto the largest sofa, and you scrambled up right next to him, dumping your basket of easter treats between you. uncle marlon hopped onto the couch right beside you, taking the spot to your right and nudging your shoulder playfully.

"alright, miss easter bunny," michael whispered as the theater lights began to dim. "are we opening these chocolates or what?"

you didn't need to be told twice. you dug into your basket , pulling out the little eggs, then passed a few down the line to marlon and the others. as the movie started to roll on the giant screen, you leaned your head back against michael's chest, happily chewing on your chocolate while his hand gently stroked your hair.

"i think it's time she starts being homeschooled," michael whispered softly to janet, who was sitting right on the other side of him.

janet smiled warmly, looking past michael to peek at you as you focused on the movie. "she'll be okay. she's smart," janet whispered back, leaning over to rest her head against michael's shoulder. "you're a good dad, michael."

michael’s smile widened. he didn't say anything else, just wrapped an arm around his sister and kept his eyes on the screen, completely happy with his family gathered around him.

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i hope you liked the story! sorry it was a bit of a lazy one, the writers block hit me so quickly already but i must push through

omg i didnt realise this was sitting in my inbox! thank u for the love and support!! and of course! luckily i had an idea similar to this already prepared a few days ago :) michael x fem!daughter reader

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"keep the mask on, okay applehead? so the camera people dont get your face." michael said softly, gently fitting the fluffy purple masquerade mask over your face. your little hands reached up to adjust the soft edges, nodding small against his touch.

"okay daddy," you whispered. it was easy to see how worried michael was; he let out a shaky sigh and wiped his palms against his trousers, trying to stay calm for you. you just watched him, feeling the heavy, quiet tension building inside the car. michael gently pulled you onto his knee, wrapping his arms securely around your small frame.

"wrap your arms around my neck, love. hold on tight." you did exactly what he asked, burying your face against his shoulder. your little heart was racing as the muffled noise from the crowd outside grew into a loud roar. the door clicked open, and a wall of shouting voices and clicking cameras instantly filled the space. your grip tightened around michael’s neck.

he stood up quickly, shielding the back of your head with his large hand as he carefully ducked to step out of the car. blinding white camera flashes lit up everything around you, penetrating right through your closed eyelids and making your breath come a little faster. you could feel how securely michael was holding you against his chest, his rapid heartbeat thumping against your own.

"michael! look over here! just one photo with the kid!" voices boomed from every direction, aggressive and loud. people were shoving past each other, trying to get close to the two of you. the questions were a constant barrage, echoing through the air as he tried to take a single step forward.

as he moved through the sea of people, his security team worked frantically to keep a path clear. "daddy," you whimpered, tucking your face deeper into his neck to escape the noise. michael’s heart tightened at the sound of your small voice. "please step back," he said to the crowd, his voice soft but firm, laced with a growing hint of stress.

the crowd kept pressing in, ignoring the warnings. "i said step back!" he repeated, his tone sharpening as he focused entirely on moving forward. the flashes grew even more frequent, lighting up the sidewalk like lightning.

michael was struggling just to navigate the chaos. suddenly, a hand reached out too close, brushing against you and making you jump in fear. "no! don't touch her!" michael snapped, snapping his head around and pulling you even closer to his chest as you let out a frightened sound. in the frantic shuffle, you looked up for just one small moment and a stray hand managed to get the edge of your purple mask, pulling it slightly askew. you shrieked, completely overwhelmed by the commotion.

"daddy!" you cried out, tears spilling over and you dug your face back into his neck. "hey! i said do not touch her! step back! now!!" michael’s voice boomed over the crowd, filled with a raw, protective anger they had never heard from him before. "i'm sorry, applehead, i'm so sorry," he whispered frantically, his voice breaking as he used his whole body to shield you, finally bursting through the heavy hotel doors.

"look at me, baby," michael said softly once the heavy doors clicked shut behind you, cutting off most of the noise. the lobby was vast and quiet, though you could still see the swarm of people pressed against the big glass doors, their cameras still clicking away.

you looked at him. you were sniffling and sobbing, the mask sitting crooked on your face. michael gently straightened it for you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "you were so brave, baby girl. so, so brave." he kissed the top of your head, holding you as close as he could.

"i got you, i got you. you're completely safe now, pumpkin. daddy's here," he murmured, rubbing comforting circles into your back until your breathing finally started to slow down against his shoulder. as he carried you deeper down the quiet hallway, the chaos outside completely faded away. you knew nothing could hurt you as long as you were safe in your daddy's arms. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

i absolutely love protective michael

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nighttime shone down on neverland, the moon was bright, lighting the whole sky. you were wide awake in bed, thinking. you knew your daddy wouldnt be happy if you went outside with the animals, but you couldnt help but feel sad that they were alone outside. so you did the unthinkable. you got up, grabbing your blue silk robe that uncle marlon got for you, and slid your feet into your favorite fuzzy pink slippers.

you tiptoed to your bedroom door, opening it just a crack. you peered around the corner and down the long, dimly lit hall where your dads room was. no movement was heard from inside, and the heavy oak door remained shut. you took in a deep breath, your little heart hammering against your ribs, and went downstairs trying to make the steps not creak. but of course, for some reason the universe decided it was funny to make everything louder at night. you groaned to yourself as the stairs creaked beneath your weight, instantly freezing in place to see if your dad had moved. you held your breath, counting to ten. but no, it was silent.

you let out a quiet sigh of relief before rushing across the grand foyer to the massive glass back doors. you struggled with the lock for a second, standing on your tiptoes until it clicked. turning the handle, you pushed the door open and went outside. the cold california night air hit you immediately, making you shiver and pull uncle marlon's robe tighter around your chest.

the gravel crunched a little too loud under your pink slippers as you ran across the lawns, your oversized robe fluttering behind you like a cape. the ranch felt totally different at night. all the giant amusement park rides were shut down, standing like sleeping monsters under the moonlight, and the cheerful music that usually blared from the outdoor speakers was completely turned off. it was a little spooky, but you were on a mission.

you ran past the fountains to where the animals were held, sneaking into the gates of the private zoo. you walked past the sleeping primates and went straight to the giraffes.

the massive wooden barn loomed high over you, but you managed to slip through the heavy side door that the handlers had left unlocked. inside, the air was surprisingly warm and smelled like sweet alfalfa hay. you crept up to the tall wooden fencing of the enclosure, craning your neck all the way back. sitting comfortably in a bed of fresh straw, one of the younger giraffes blinked down at you with huge, sleepy dark eyes. you let out a soft gasp, reaching your small hands through the slats of the fence. "hi," you whispered, completely forgetting you were supposed to be fast asleep in bed. "are you lonely too?"

the giraffe blinked at you slowly, still not getting up from its cozy bed of straw. you sighed, leaning your cheek against the cool wooden slats of the fence. "i get lonely too at night, it gets boring," you said, your voice sounding extra small in the giant, quiet barn. "but tomorrow is a new fun day! i wonder what daddy and i are doing, maybe i can ask him to teach me skateboarding."

the giraffe just twitched its pointy ears, as if it was actually listening to your secret plans. the animal blinked its heavy, fringed eyelids, chewing slowly on a piece of leftover hay. at the sound of your tiny voice, its long ears twitched forward again. slowly and gracefully, the massive animal uncurled its neck, lowering its head down, down, down until its soft, velvety nose was right in front of your face.

meanwhile, inside the main house, michael woke up wanting to get a glass of orange juice. he yawned and rubbed his eyes, shuffling down the dimly lit hallway. as he passed your bedroom door, he glanced inside. he kept walking at first, his brain still foggy from sleep. but then he froze. he quickly walked back, pushing the door open all the way, and realized your bed was completely empty.

panic instantly settled into his heart and his breath quickened. being a highly protective dad, his mind immediately raced to the worst possible scenarios.

he checked in the nearby bathrooms, flicking on the lights. "y/n?" he called out, his voice echoing nervously in the quiet house. he ran downstairs, checking the living rooms and the kitchen, but there was no sight of you anywhere. he ran his hand through his curly hair, his palms sweating as he looked over at the glass back doors. one of them was unlatched, swinging slightly open and letting in a draft of chilly night air. "oh no," he whispered to himself, thinking the absolute worst.

he burst outside, not even caring that he was just in his full silk pajamas and completely barefoot. "y/n?!" he called out loudly, his frantic voice echoing across the massive, dark ranch. michael stopped for a brief moment, forcing himself to think clearly. "the animals," he realized, remembering how much you loved visiting them. without wasting another second, he ran toward the zoo as fast as his bare feet could carry him over the cold grass and gravel.

"i should get going before daddy wakes up," you said to the giraffe, giving its velvety snout one last little pat. the giraffe's ears flickered again. "he will be worri—"

"y/n!" michael's voice shattered the quietness of the barn, the heavy wooden doors swinging open.

you turned around, your little eyes widening in the dim light. "uh oh—"

"there you are!" he rushed straight to you, his bare feet sliding slightly in the loose dirt and straw. "what the heck, applehead? you gave me such a scare!" he scooped you up into his arms, lifting your small body effortlessly. he cradled the back of your head and pulled you into a tight, desperate hug, sighing in pure relief. you could feel his heart hammering wildly against his chest.

"i wanted to say hello to the giraffes, they were lonely!" you mumbled into his shoulder, clinging to his pajama top.

michael sighed and shook his head, pulling back just enough to look down at your face. "no, look at me. hey," he said softly but firmly, waiting until you made eye contact with him. you could see the lingering fear in his gentle brown eyes. "we don't do that, y/n. you gave me a total heart attack. i thought someone took you!"

"im sorry daddy," you mumbled, burying your face into his shoulder.

he sighed, the heavy panic finally leaving his chest, and gently brushed your hair out of your face with his warm hand. "its okay, lets just never do that again okay? if you want to visit the animals, you tell me." you nodded, wrapping your small arms tightly around his neck.

"lets go back inside, my feet are freezing," michael said, shifting your weight as he turned toward the barn doors. you looked down at his bare feet resting in the dirt.

"where are your slippers?" you asked, pointing a small finger downward.

"inside,"

"why are you walking around the house with no slippers?"

"i didnt think i needed them tonight," he chuckled softly, stepping out of the dark barn and back onto the moonlit pathway.

"you always need your slippers," you said, echoing the exact rule he always told you. michael just giggled, carrying you securely on his hip all the way home across the chilly, quiet grounds of the ranch.

michael entered your room, the soft glow of your nightlight illuminating the space. he gently set you down on the edge of the mattress and took your blue robe and pink slippers off, setting them neatly aside. "okay, back to bed with you," he whispered, smoothing down the sheets. "we can play more in the morning."

you settled into bed, pulling the thick, warm covers all the way up to your chin. michael stood by the bedside, staring down at you for a long moment as he sighed. "you really scared me, y/n."

"im sorry," your small voice said, looking up at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

"i know you are," he replied softly, leaning down over your bed. "but please dont do that again." you nodded your head against the pillow, promising him silently. he smiled gently and kissed your forehead, his soft curls brushing against your cheek. "goodnight applehead."

"goodnight daddy," you murmured. he lingered by the doorway for a second, leaving the door cracked open just an inch so he could hear you, before his quiet footsteps faded back down the hall.

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michael jackson x daughter!reader

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hello! this is a mini series about y/n, who was originally the daughter of a close, non-famous friend of michael’s who tragically passed away in 1986. michael, being her godfather, stepped up instantly to legally adopt her so she would never feel alone, raising her as his absolute own. i thought this was a cute little idea for my first series as i have many ideas for it!

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it was a sunday morning in neverland, 1990, and little y/n, who was four years old, was already up to no good.

you sat at the table with a big tin bowl in front of you, a mixing spoon beside it, and a box of brownie mix. well... what was brownie mix. you were completely concentrated on what you were doing. although you had chocolate powder almost everywhere, you had a mission and were absolutely determined to finish it. you had decided to surprise your daddy with some brownies—something you had never actually made before, but had seen your grandma make.

chocolate powder coated the shiny wooden surface of the kitchen island like a layer of dark snow. it was smeared across your cheeks, dusted over your tiny apron, and there was even a line going across your forehead.

you picked up the heavy metal spoon with both hands, trying your absolute best to stir the thick, lumpy powder. you remembered watching grandmother katherine stir the bowl so easily at her house, making it look like magic. but for your small, four-year-old arms, it was hard work. you let out a little puff of air and wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, leaving another chocolate streak across your brow.

"applehead?"

you heard the soft voice of your father and froze.

you slowly turned your head, clutching the big metal spoon tightly against your chest like a shield. michael was standing in the doorway wearing his favourite red corduroy shirt and loose black trousers, his hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. he blinked, looking from the chocolate-covered island to the powder floating in the air, and finally down to you, his tiny, messy daughter.

for a second, it was completely quiet. you held your breath, wondering if you were going to get in trouble for making such a massive mess in the kitchen.

then, michael’s shoulders started to shake. a soft, breathless giggle escaped his lips, and he covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"oh, my goodness," he whispered, walking over with light, quiet steps. he knelt down right next to your chair so he was at eye-level with you, reaching out to gently brush a stray clump of chocolate powder off the top of your head. "what is all this? are you trying to turn my kitchen into a chocolate factory, y/n?"

"i'm making a surprise," you mumbled, your voice small as you looked down into the dry, lumpy bowl. "for you. like grandma katherine does. but the spoon is too heavy, daddy."

michael’s expression softened completely, his heart melting at the sight of your sticky face. he didn't care about the messy countertops or the ruined apron at all.

"a surprise for me?" he cooed, giving you that warm, proud smile that always made you feel safe. he reached over and gently took the heavy spoon from your hands. "well, every good chef needs an assistant. do you think i can help you finish it, applehead?"

you nodded fast, your eyes lighting up. michael laughed softly, pulling up a stool right next to you and rolling up his sleeves, ready to help his little girl make the absolute messiest brownies in history.

with a lot of help from michael, you both managed to scrape the thick chocolate batter into a pan and slide it into the hot oven.

not even ten minutes had gone by before you were already leaning against the kitchen counter, staring intently at the closed oven door. you were practically bursting at the seams with impatience.

"is it done yet?" your voice whined, heavy with pure boredom.

michael chuckled softly, walking over to the sink to wash the stray chocolate spots off his hands. "no, applehead. we still have time. it takes a little while for the magic to happen." he dried his hands on a towel and looked down at you with a gentle, thoughtful smile. "do you want to colour while we wait?"

you thought for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek as you weighed your options. colourings was fun, but waiting was so hard.

"can we colour pictures of neverland?" you asked, looking up at him with big, hopeful eyes. "with the ferris wheel and the elephants?"

"we can colour whatever you want, sweet girl," michael said, his voice warm and soft.

he reached down and scooped you up into his arms, completely unbothered by the leftover powder on your apron. he carried you out of the kitchen and down the long hallway toward the family room, where a massive wooden chest filled with colouring books, crisp white paper, and every colour of crayon imaginable was waiting for you.

he set you down gently on the soft carpet, dropping down right beside you with a dramatic, playful groan that made you giggle. he opened the chest and began pulling out handfuls of bright crayons, scattering them between the two of you like little plastic treasures.

"alright, princess," he said, handing you a bright yellow crayon. "show me what we're drawing first."

you both leaned over the big sheets of paper. your tiny fingers gripped a green crayon while michael carefully filled in a drawing of a carousel. every few seconds, you peeked over at his paper, your eyebrows furrowing in serious concentration.

"don't go outside the lines, daddy," you warned, pointing a chubby finger at a tiny spot he missed.

michael chuckled softly, his shoulders shaking as he carefully pulled the crayon back inward. "i'm trying my best, captain. your grandma katherine is the master artist, i'm still learning."

finally, after what felt like an absolute eternity for a four-year-old, a loud, sharp ding! echoed from the kitchen.

you gasped loudly, your entire back straightening up as your eyes went wide. "the brownies!" you exclaimed, dropping your crayon without a second thought and scrambling to your feet.

your little feet smacked against the hardwood floor as you bolted down the hallway toward the kitchen.

"y/n, wait! don't touch them! it'll be very hot!" michael called out, his voice a mix of amusement and sudden panic as he scrambled up from the carpet to chase after his tiny, fast-moving daughter.

by the time he burst into the kitchen, you were standing a safe two feet away from the oven, bouncing on your toes with your hands clasped together under your chin. michael let out a breath of relief, adjusting his red corduroy shirt before walking over to the counter. he grabbed a pair of thick quilted oven mitts, giving you a playful, dramatic wink.

"stand back, princess," he whispered, opening the oven door.

a wave of sweet, warm, gooey chocolate air rushed into the room, making your mouth instantly water. michael carefully slid the baking pan out and set it on top of the stove. the edges of the brownies were perfectly crinkled and smelled absolutely amazing.

"can we have them now please please please!" you begged, jumping up and down on your tiptoes with your little fists clenched tight against your heart.

michael stood by the counter, pulling off the thick oven mitts and tossing them aside. he looked down at you, folding his arms across his chest with a playful, teasing look on his face.

"you haven't even had breakfast yet, applehead," michael said, raising an eyebrow.

you stopped jumping, pouting your lips out as far as they could go. "but brownies are breakfast! they have eggs in them! i saw the box!"

michael let out a chuckle. he couldn't even handle your toddler logic. he walked over and picked you up again, settling you right on his hip so you could look down at the hot pan safely.

"nice try, princess," he chuckled, bopping your nose with his finger. "but that doesn't count. how about we eat some real breakfast? you can have them for dessert later after dinner."

you stared at the pan of brownies, your face falling instantly into a dramatic pout at his words.

"after dinner?" you whined, the word sounding like the worst punishment in the entire world to your four-year-old ears. "but daddy, that's forever away! the sun hasn't even come up all the way yet!"

michael laughed softly against your hair, rocking you slightly on his hip to soothe your tiny tantrum. "it's not forever, silly. the day goes by fast when we're having fun. plus, if you eat chocolate now, you'll be bouncing off the walls before lunch."

you rested your chin on his shoulder, crossing your small arms as best as you could while he carried you over to the fridge.

"i want pancakes then," you mumbled into his shirt, still a little stubborn but willing to compromise if it meant getting something sweet. "with smiley faces on them."

"pancakes it is," michael said, setting you down safely on a high stool at the clean side of the island. "one giant smiley face pancake coming right up for my favourite little chef."

he immediately went to work, hum-singing a quiet melody under his breath as he pulled out the mix and a frying pan. you watched him, your frustration completely melting away as he did a little spin on his heel while reaching for a spatula, making you giggle.

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