Sunday mornings were usually horrible. The school decided that the second Sunday of every month was the perfect day for parent-teacher conferences.

You stood in front of your bedroom mirror, buttoning up your shirt before smoothing down your skirt with a small smile.

The classroom was quiet when you arrived.

Tiny colorful chairs sat neatly around miniature tables. Finger paintings decorated one wall, while alphabet posters, counting charts, and little handprints covered the others. You straightened a few crooked drawings before smiling at one in particular.

Abu's.

It was mostly blue scribbles with what he insisted was a dinosaur.

You carefully placed each student's progress folder onto your desk before glancing at your schedule.

Abu Jackson.

Sweet.

Polite.

Curious.

The kind of child every teacher secretly hoped for.

Always eager to help another classmate clean up.

Always saying "please" and "thank you."

Always asking questions.

He absolutely loved dinosaurs.

The morning passed quickly as different parents came and went.

Then

Your classroom door opened again.

"Miss!"

Abu came running toward you with the biggest grin on his face.

You laughed, kneeling down to hug him.

"Hi, sweetheart!"

"I told everybody you're my favorite teacher!"

You smiled.

"I'm honored."

Standing up, you looked toward the doorway

and immediately froze.

There wasn't one adult.

There weren't two.

There were...

a lot.

Jermaine.

Janet.

Jaafar.

Randy Jr.

Prince.

Paris.

Bigi.

And standing near the front, Jermajesty.

For a brief second, your brain completely stopped working.

Jermaine laughed.

"Sorry. We might've brought a few extra people."

"A few?" Janet teased. "Half the family wanted to come."

You couldn't help laughing.

"Well... everyone's welcome."

Everyone settled into the tiny preschool chairs, which looked absolutely ridiculous considering they were all full-grown adults.

You tried your hardest to remain professional.

"First of all... Abu has been doing wonderfully."

Jermaine smiled proudly.

You opened his folder.

"Academically, he's exactly where he should be. He's recognizing colors, numbers, and letters really well."

You flipped another page.

"Socially, he's one of the sweetest children in the classroom."

Janet smiled.

"Aww."

"He always shares with the other children, he's incredibly polite, and if another student is upset, he's usually the first one to go comfort them."

Jermaine looked down at Abu.

"I'm proud of you, buddy."

Abu grinned.

You continued.

"He also loves dinosaurs."

The entire family laughed.

"Oh, trust us," Jaafar said. "We know."

"And" you smiled, "...he's convinced he's going to discover a brand new dinosaur someday."

Abu nodded seriously.

"I am."

"I believe you," you replied.

As everyone continued asking questions...

Jermajesty remained unusually quiet.

Every time you looked up

He was already looking at you.

Whenever your eyes met, he'd quickly pretend to be studying Abu's folder instead.

Jaafar noticed first.

Then Janet.

Then Randy Jr.

The three of them exchanged knowing looks.

Janet leaned slightly toward Jaafar and whispered,

"He's cooked."

Jaafar bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the fact that his aunt was using internet slang and majesty's staring.

By the time the meeting ended, you stood and smiled warmly.

"It was really lovely meeting all of you."

Everyone thanked you before slowly making their way toward the hallway.

You began organizing Abu's folder.

When you realized somebody was still standing there.

Jermajesty.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"So..."

You looked up.

"Yeah?"

He took a small breath.

"I know this probably isn't... very professional."

You waited patiently.

"But..."

"Would you maybe wanna get coffee with me sometime?"

You smiled.

"I'd like that."

The relief on his face was almost immediate.

"Really?"

"Really."

He smiled so brightly it made your heart flutter.

"I'll... um..."

He laughed nervously.

"I'll see you soon then."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

As he walked toward the door...

A tiny face peeked around the corner.

Abu.

He looked between the two of you

Then gave you the biggest thumbs-up imaginable before disappearing back into the hallway.

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Sunday mornings were nice and quiet.

No alarms.

No rushing.

Just the two of you.

You stretched under the blankets, bonnet halfway off, tryna run away in your sleep, beside you, Jaafar was still half asleep, his own bonnet somehow still sitting perfectly on his head.

You turned your head toward him and smiled.

"Today's wash day."

He opened one eye to look at you.

"...Already?"

You laughed.

"Already, I told you yesterday."

Jaafar groaned dramatically before rolling over to lay his face on your shoulder.

"I don't wanna."

"You say this every single time."

"Because every single time you torture me."

"You literally have curls. You need moisture."

"I need sleep."

"You need shampoo, I know it's crusty under there."

"Five more minutes, Mama."

"You said that twenty minutes ago."

"Did I?"

"You did."

— — — – – – – – – 

About thirty minutes later, the bathroom looked exactly like it always did on wash days.

Products lined up across the counter.

Shampoo.

Deep conditioner.

Leave-in conditioner.

Hair masks.

Curl cream.

Mousse.

Hair oil.

Heat protectant.

Wide-tooth combs.

Detangling brushes.

Silk wraps.

Bonnets.

Shower caps.

Spray bottles.

Everything.

"Alright," you rubbed your hands together.

"My turn first."

Jaafar sighed, as if you'd just sentenced him to life in prison, before sitting on the little shower stool.

You gently pushed his bonnet back.

His hair immediately puffed out.

"There he is, my handsome baby."

He smiled.

"You say that every time."

"And I'll keep saying it."

He reached for your waist.

"And you're still the prettiest girl I know."

You smiled, kissing the top of his forehead.

"Flattery ain't gon' get you outta wash day."

"It was worth a shot."

— — — — – – – – – 

Warm water ran over his curls as you carefully soaked every strand.

You massaged shampoo into his scalp.

Your fingertips worked in gentle circles across his head.

Jaafar's shoulders immediately relaxed.

"That actually feels nice."

"I know."

"...Babe."

"Hm?"

"Why the water so cold?"

You stared at him.

"...It's literally warm."

"It ain't."

"You so dramatic."

"I'm finna report you."

"You finna report me?"

"Yeah."

"To who?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I'll find somebody."

— — – – – – – – – 

After the second shampoo, you rinsed everything clean before working conditioner through his hair.

When you finished, you pulled a shower cap over his head.

"There."

"Now sit."

"I've been sitting."

"Then sit quieter."

He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, ma'am."

— — – – – – – 

"Your turn."

You slipped your bonnet off before undoing the four big braids you'd slept in.

Your natural hair fell around your shoulders.

Jaafar literally stopped blinking.

Even after all this time

He still looked at you like he'd never seen anything prettier.

"You know".

"I really love your hair."

"You've seen it a thousand times."

"And?"

"It still amazes me."

"You are such a sap."

"You love it."

"I do."

— — – – – – – – – 

His hands were unbelievably gentle.

He wet your hair little by little before working shampoo through your curls.

His fingers massaged your scalp.

You actually closed your eyes.

"Okay."

"I get it now."

"Hm?"

"This feels amazing."

"Told you."

He smiled proudly.

"I know my job."

After your second shampoo, he coated every section with conditioner before twisting your hair up underneath another shower cap.

"There."

"Perfect."

— — – – – – – – – 

Once you both finished letting the conditioner sit, you rinsed everything out together before moving into the bedroom.

Jaafar sat behind you while you sat comfortably on the floor between his legs.

He applied leave-in conditioner throughout your curls.

Section by section.

Then came the detangling.

He never rushed.

Never yanked.

Every knot was worked through gently while he quietly apologized whenever he accidentally pulled too hard.

"Sorry."

"You barely pulled it."

"I still felt bad."

You laughed.

"You're too sweet."

When your hair was finally detangled, he coated it with heat protectant before carefully blow-drying every section.

Tomorrow was your appointment for your braids, and he wanted your hair as healthy as possible before you got it done.

— — – – – – – – – 

Then it was your turn.

You repeated the exact same process with his hair.

Leave-in.

Detangle.

Heat protectant.

Blow-dry.

The whole time, he just sat there letting you play in his hair.

"I could honestly fall asleep."

"You better not."

"I'm trying."

— – — — — — – – – 

Once both of your hairs were finished

Face masks.

You stood together in the bathroom mirror, looking absolutely ridiculous.

Green clay covered both of your faces.

Jaafar pointed at your reflection.

"You kinda look scary."

"You literally look exactly the same."

"Fair point."

After rinsing everything off, you braided your own hair back into four loose braids before slipping your bonnet back on.

Then you turned toward Jaafar.

"Come here."

"My turn?"

"Yep."

His hair wasn't nearly long enough for proper braids.

That didn't stop you.

You somehow managed four tiny little braids sticking in completely different directions.

You stepped back.

"...Perfect."

Jaafar looked in the mirror.

"...Baby."

"Yes?"

"I look insane."

"You look adorable."

Before he could stop you

You had already taken three pictures.

"I'm posting these."

"You better not."

"I absolutely am."

He chased you around the room, laughing while you held your phone to your chest.

— — — – – — — — – 

Eventually, both of you gave up.

You ordered dinner.

Layed up together underneath a blanket on the couch.

And put on Captain EO.

The original version, perks of dating a Jackson

Halfway through the movie

Neither of you were actually watching anymore, having seen it only a million times.

Jaafar more than you since he’s been watching it since childhood. 

Your head rested against his shoulder.

His fingers traced shapes along your arm.

The food containers on the coffee table.

The TV continued playing in the background as you both just enjoyed the presence of each other. 

Eventually

Both of you drifted off to sleep.

Bonnets still on, but not for long. 

The same way you wished every day could end.

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Tito absolutely loves when you're around while he's practicing guitar. He'll be sitting there trying to act focused, but every five minutes he's looking over at you just to see if you're watching. The second you compliment him, he gets this shy little smile and suddenly starts playing even harder. 

Years of playing the guitar has made him really good with his hands (fingers), similarly to the way he plays with the guitar strings, he loves to play with you, fingers curling just to hit that spot that has you screaming and shaking on the bed.

Guitars aren't light either, very strong, defined muscles to hold you and stop you from running away or holding you down onto his face while he eats you out.

He tried teaching you how to play guitar one time, but the lesson lasted maybe five minutes before you got distracted laughing because he kept reaching over to "fix your hands," when really he just wanted another excuse to be close to you. 

Brings you to the studio, to teach you to play, knowing you can't even hold the guitar properly when u get your nails done, you both know the night is gonna end with sex in the studio, but that's not his favourite image of the night, it's your pretty hands with freshly manicured nails wrapped around his dick. 

Slow dancing is one of his favorite things. It doesn't matter if there's music playing or not. If he walks into the kitchen and catches you making something to eat, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and start swaying. "Come here, Ma. One song." 

Loves to fuck you bent over the kitchen counter, curls in his fist, and he pulls you back by the hips, preventing you from running away. He loves to watch the fat of your ass jiggling, while he presses on your lower back, forcing you to arch your back even further, pushing him deeper in your guts as your juices form a white ring around the base of his dick. 

If you sit down to do your hair, somehow Tito always ends up right beside you. He'll hold your clips, hand you your comb, pass you the edge control, whatever you need. He doesn't know what half the products do, but he likes feeling helpful.

Loves to fuck you bent over the vanity while forcing you to keep your eyes open and watch as he fucks you in the mirror, especially when you've been feeling insecure about your body. 

His jackets are no longer his. You stole one time, wore it oversized with your afro out, and now he just accepts that if he can't find a jacket, it's probably hanging in your closet.

Loves to fuck you in his clothes, could be a jacket, a shirt, it doesn't matter, even just some jewelry he gifted you, especially the guitar pick he gifted you from his Jackson 5 era, loves to watch it go up and down with your tits in missionary or swinging in cowgirl.

Tito is a "pretty girl" enthusiast. You could literally be sitting there in one of his old T-shirts, and he’s still gon' stop what he's doing just to say, "You so fine." 

Loves morning sex, waking up when the sun is just rising in the sky, brushing your teeth together, wanting to start the day only to end up back in bed for another hour, makes you come at least twice before he even thinks about himself, mostly with his tongue or fingers. 

Backstage is where he's the most gentle. While everybody else is running around getting ready, he'll find you sitting quietly and spend a few minutes with you before going on stage. It helps calm both of y'all down. 

Pre-show blow job for the nerves, of course, it helps him relax, and it started becoming a bit of a routine for him. If you're not on tour with him and his brothers, then he has to call you before the show starts. 

Half the little melodies he writes are secretly inspired by you. He'll never admit it outright, but you'll hear one and be like, "That sounds familiar..." and he'll suddenly become very interested in tuning his guitar.

Whenever the brothers start getting too loud, Tito will take your hand and disappear with you for a little while. "Let's go get some peace before they start another argument." 

Semi-public sex now, yes, he does think sex is a very private thing but sometimes he just cant help himself, car sex is definetly his favourite, maybe at a drive in movie or around the street so his brothers don't bother yall, even if he knows his brothers are gonna tease him the second he comes home especially marlon and jermaine who are already standing at the door waiting.  

Tito is protective without being loud about it. Somebody gets a little too friendly with you, and next thing you know, he's standing beside you with his arm around your waist like, "Everything good over here?"

 Jealousy rough sex is definetly a rare occurrence, so you treasure it when it happens.  

Cooking together is basically impossible because he's constantly behind you. You're trying to season something, and suddenly he hugs you from behind, talking about, "You smell good." 

Knows you can't resist him, which always ends with a quickie over the kitchen counter or against the fridge, and of course, burned food. 

Sundays are for naps and absolutely nothing productive. Y'all just lying across the couch, listening to old soul music while he plays with your fingers. 

Munch 100% eats it like it's the last thing he’ll ever do, compares it to finding water in the desert, genuinely loves the taste of you on his tongue, no matter the time of day, the last and first thing he does every day. 

Leaving the house takes forever because he always got one more hug, one more kiss, one more "Hold on, Ma," before finally letting you walk out the door.

Which leads to you fucking against the door at the entrance of the house, face pressed to the wall, shirt bunched up around your waist with your panties around your ankles, leaves hickeys on your neck and his cum inside you as a souvenir so you can feel him all the way home leaking down your leg and see his reminders on your neck for days until they fade away and you see each-other again when he makes new ones. 

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Saturday mornings were supposed to be for sleeping in.

At least

That was YOUR opinion.

"Babe."

"Baaaaabe."

You pulled the blanket over your head.

"I'm asleep."

"No, you're not."

"...Yes, I am."

Randy laughed before gently pulling the blanket down just enough to reveal your sleepy face.

"Come on."

You cracked one eye open, squinting to adjust to the morning soon. 

"What time is it?"

"Six thirty."

You immediately closed your eye again.

"Absolutely not."

"You promised you'd come to the gym with me today."

"I promised that yesterday."

"And?"

"I've changed my mind. "

He laughed so hard he had to lean against the bed.

"You can't just change your mind like that overnight."

"I literally can."

"Nope."

"Get dressed."

You sighed.

"...Five more minutes."

"Not happening."

"Ten?"

He raised an eyebrow.

“No, why would the time be going up?”

"Worth a shot."

— — — — 

Twenty minutes later

You climbed into the passenger seat with a water bottle, the most exhausted look imaginable.

Randy looked over at you.

"You alive?"

"Barely."

He laughed before reaching over and squeezing your thigh.

"I'll buy breakfast after."

"Now you're speaking my language."

Music filled the car as the two of you drove.

Every now and then, he'd look over and smile.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, what?"

"I just like that you still came."

– 

"I complain."

"A lot."

"...A LOT."

"But I always show up."

"You do."

He leaned over at a red light and kissed your forehead.

"And I appreciate it."

—

The gym wasn't too crowded yet.

Randy immediately walked over to the stretching mats.

"...Can't we just skip this part?"

He looked horrified.

"Absolutely not."

"No."

"I stretched getting out of bed."

"I reached for my phone."

"No."

You sighed dramatically before sitting down.

"You take all the fun out of everything."

"You'll be crying tomorrow when your legs hurt."

"I won't."

"You will."

—

After stretching

The workout officially began.

Whenever you struggled with something

Randy was right there.

"You got it."

"One more."

"There you go."

"I literally cannot."

"You literally can."

"You don't understand."

"I do."

At one point you secretly skipped two reps.

You thought he hadn't noticed.

"Really?"

"What?"

"You skipped two."

"I did not."

He folded his arms.

"You think I wasn't counting?"

"You were cheating."

—

An hour later

The workout was finally over.

The two of you sat outside with protein shakes, that tasted like ass, not that you would actually know

and a shared order of fries.

You looked at him.

"I thought we just burned like..."

"700 calories."

"We did."

"And now we're eating fries."

"We earned them."

You nodded thoughtfully.

"You know..."

"That actually makes perfect sense."

"I know."

Randy looked over at you.

"You know..."

"Hm?"

"I think these might actually be my favorite dates."

You smiled.

"The gym?"

"No."

"You."

You looked away flustered.

"You make everything fun."

—

On the drive home...

You didn't even realize you'd fallen asleep.

Your head slowly rested against his shoulder as soft music played through the speakers.

Randy glanced over for just a second.

Smiled to himself.

Then reached over

Taking one of your hands into his.

"Best date I've ever been on."

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People used to laugh whenever Michael said it.

"Eighteen kids?" Jermaine would nearly die laughing. (Like he doesn’t have ten)

"Mama, come get your son. He done lost his mind."

Jackie would shake his head.

"Boy... you gon' be lucky if you find ONE woman willing to deal with you."

Michael would only shrug and smile.

"I don't know"

"I just always wanted a house full of people."

"A lot of laughter."

"A lot of love."

His brothers thought it was just another one of Michael's dreams.

Until he met you.

You were sixteen.

He was sixteen.

The first time he saw you walking through school, he completely forgot what he was supposed to be doing.

Marlon caught him staring.

"Mike."

No response.

"Michael."

Still nothing.

Jermaine looked over.

"...OHHH."

He followed Michael's line of sight.

"There it is."

Jackie sighed.

"Poor girl."

"What? 

What do you mean by that?"

Jermaine just smiled.

"You already gone."

— – – — – – — 

You actually talked to him first.

"You know"

"I think you're supposed to be walking that way."

Michael looked behind him.

"I am?"

"You've been standing here for like three minutes."

His face immediately flushed.

"Oh."

"I'm... sorry."

You laughed.

"No, it was cute."

That one sentence stayed in Michael's head for weeks.

By senior year, everybody already knew.

If Michael wasn't at rehearsal.

He was with you.

If you weren't in class

You were probably somewhere sitting with Michael.

A few years later, his solo album really took off,  off the wall, and with that came; 

Wedding bells.

Everybody cried.

Especially Michael.

-------------------------

Baby #1

The moment you told Michael

He just stared.

"...Really?"

You nodded.

"We're having a baby."

He wrapped you in the biggest hug imaginable.

"I’m gonna be a dad, I'm gonna do it right, I promise."

When everybody found out

Katherine started crying immediately.

"My first grandbaby!"

“MOMMA!”

“I meant from Michael, don't twist your draws up.” 

She hugged both of you so tightly neither of you could breathe.

Jackie laughed.

"Already?"

"We've been married over a year."

Marlon shrugged.

"I know."

"Still fast."

Jermaine slapped Michael on the shoulder.

"You'd better start practicing changing diapers."

Michael was obsessed.

He bought books.

He read parenting magazines.

He practiced holding dolls.

Everybody made fun of him.

He didn't care.

Baby #3

The house had become

Loud.

Tiny shoes.

Tiny socks.

Michael loved every second.

One afternoon, Jermaine walked inside.

Three little kids were climbing all over Michael.

One was asleep on his shoulder.

Another was tugging his shirt.

The third was trying to steal his glasses.

Jermaine laughed.

"Boy..."

"You building a basketball team?"

Michael smiled proudly.

"It's only three."

Jermaine pointed.

"For now, I know you, nasty."

Baby #5

Nobody questioned it anymore.

It almost felt

Natural.

Christmas dinners became louder and more festive.

One evening, Katherine watched him rocking one baby to sleep while helping another color at the table and listening to one of the older kids tell him about their day.

She smiled.

"You make a wonderful father."

Michael looked up.

"It’s all because of her."

He nodded toward you.

"I couldn't do any of this without her."

 - - - - - - - - - -

By the time your oldest had started primary school

Everybody assumed the two of you were finished.

Five children.

That was enough

...right?

Wrong.

Baby #8

One random Sunday afternoon, everybody was gathered at Hayvenhurst for dinner.

Michael stood up.

"So"

"We have some news."

Before either of you could say another word

Jackie sighed.

"She's pregnant."

"How did you know?"

Jermaine started laughing.

"You got that smile on your face."

"The same smile you've had the last seven times."

The entire table started laughing.

Baby #10

At another family barbecue

Michael clinked his glass.

"We'd like everybody's attention."

The family went quiet.

"We're expecting again."

Dead silence.

Jackie looked at Marlon.

Marlon looked at Jermaine.

Jermaine looked at Tito.

Jermaine sighed dramatically.

"You literally just said that."

Michael frowned slightly.

"No, I didn't."

"You did."

"That was last year."

"EXACTLY."

Janet nearly dropped her drink.

You were laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

"I don't understand why everybody thinks this is funny."

Baby #13

Nobody even reacted anymore.

Michael walked into Hayvenhurst.

Katherine smiled.

"How's everybody doing?"

"We're good."

"Also..."

You looked at him.

"Should we tell them?"

Michael nodded.

"We're pregnant."

Jackie:

"Congratulations."

Jermaine:

"Boy or girl?"

Janet:

"When are you due?"

"...Nobody's surprised?"

Jermaine looked offended.

"Why would we be?"

Baby #15

This time

Randy had questions.

Serious questions.

He waited until dinner was almost finished.

Then leaned across the table.

"...Mike."

"Yeah?"

"You know what causes pregnancy."

Michael looked confused.

"...Yes?"

Randy nodded.

"Okay."

"I just wanted to make sure."

Michael looked over at you.

"I don't know why everybody keeps asking me that."

You couldn't even answer.

You were laughing too hard.

Baby #17

Michael walked into family dinner.

Nobody even looked up.

"We're having another baby."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Janet reached for another dinner roll.

"Congratulations."

Jermaine kept eating.

"Pass the mashed potatoes."

Marlon looked up.

"What number is this?"

"Seventeen."

"...Nice."

Then everybody continued eating.

Michael looked offended.

"That's all?"

Jackie shrugged.

"What else you want us to say?"

"We've had sixteen practice rounds."

Baby #20

Years later

Another family barbecue.

Children.

Grandchildren.

Michael stood up.

"We have some news."

Jackie immediately sighed.

"...Twenty."

Jermaine stood up.

"TWENTY?"

"Y'ALL GOT ENOUGH PEOPLE FOR YOUR OWN ZIP CODE."

"Do y'all even remember everybody's birthdays anymore?"

You answered honestly.

"...Most of them."

— — — — — — — — 

Years passed.

The house was never quiet.

Children laughing.

Grandkids running through the backyard.

Michael sat on the back porch beside you.

He smiled softly.

"You know..."

"I used to tell everybody I wanted eighteen kids."

"My brothers thought I was crazy."

"They said I'd never find somebody willing to build a family that big."

He looked over at you.

"But then"

"I found you."

"...we ended up with twenty."

"I think we're done now."

You looked over at him with the biggest smile.

"You think?"

His eyes got wide.

"Oh, absolutely."

"I DEFINITELY think."

One of your grandkids came running across the yard.

"Papa!!"

Michael scooped them into his arms without hesitation.

He looked around the yard.

Then back at you.

"This."

"This is everything I ever dreamed of."

“I wouldn't change a single thing.”

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