i automatically assume the reader has a silk press or box braids when y'all are describing hair in these stories. LMFAOOOOOO, you will NOT rain on my parade. i'll picture michael x reader being about a black girl every single time
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where old home videos get leaked online 😭and the internet becomes obsessed with:
- little reader dancing in Michael’s shoes
- Janet dressing her up like a doll
- Michael carrying her EVERYWHERE
- family interviews where the brothers can’t stop talking about her
Reader is mortified while the family finds it hilarious
please and thank you (take care)
EMBARRASSING VIDEOS
JACKSON FAMILY X JACKSON!READER
When home videos got leaked out to the public, you can’t help but be embarrassed and mortified.
-HOME VIDEO 1 (age 6)
The footage is seen where someone is doing a small tour video of Hayvenhurst. Suddenly the video skips over to show inside a house, where, music was playing as a young Michael, Randy, and Janet were peeking in someone’s room.
The three snickered, it seemed Michael had ‘lost’ his shoes. The camera turns to the room they are looking in.
There was a young black girl with two puff buns who was trying to do some dances in big black loafers. The young black girl seemed to be smiling widely before falling on her back.
The three older siblings laughed, making the young girl realize what had just happened, and she then screamed at them out of embarrassment.
“GET OUT!”
“WE AIN'T EVEN IN YOUR ROOM LIL TIGER!” Randy exclaimed, running after the young girl who had thrown her stuffed animal. Janet runs after Randy and Michael goes into his little sister's room.
It’s revealed that the one recording was of Marlon who chuckled seeing Michael try to get his shoes back only for the young girl to pout.
“Cmon… hand them over, y/n,” Michael says, speaking softly while the young frowns.
The girl finally gave the shoes to which Michael gave her a hug and ran off.
-HOME VIDEO 2 (age 4)
Janet is smiling widely, smiling in a princess dress while you stare at her blankly with embarrassment on your face.
“You look so pretty, n/n!” She exclaimed, dusting your dress while you pouted as your small body looked at the camera that was zooming in on the poofy dress as Janet laughed.
“I don't wanna be dressed up…” you said, your tiny voice slurring some words. You usually like to wear shorts and some shirts that mostly kiddy thanks to Michael using his own money along with the brothers spoiling you.
“But you’re so pretty, y/n!” Janet explained happily.
The camera turned to your face, and it was true that you looked like a complete doll. Like a beautiful baby doll that needs to be cared for.
Your small body plopped against a chair seat as Janet and you started to have a small tea party.
-HOME VIDEO 3 (age 4-6)
Michael is carrying you across the studio shown in the video, you held a small Minnie Mouse doll while Michael swiped his hand over your mouth.
Dusting crumbs from the snack he had given you earlier.
“Does he ever put her down?” The person behind the camera asks.
“Not really,” John says, watching how Michael shows you the thriller video in the making. “They’re attached to the hip. It’s like they’re connected, mostly Michael.” John points to how Michael put you down and you ran after him goofily.
Michael laughed, falling dramatically as his Jheri curls were messy.
You tackled him, your small body falling limp against his horizontal body. You giggled loudly before Michael tickled you.
“He carries her around so much, most people would’ve thought that’s his daughter.”
The video shows Michael walking Louie with you on the llama’s back, smiling widely as you giggle.
It then cuts to Michael having you on his back, your arms wrapped around his neck while you look at whatever is going on as Michael seems focused along with his team.
Most of the clips showed him carrying you around from the ages of four to six.
At the clip showing you were six, you told Michael something and Michael lifted you, doing the mom hip thing while you tried to get out of his grip.
“You’re still my baby!” Michael exclaimed, letting the audio pick up while you yelled for him to stop with an embarrassed smile.
-HOME VIDEO 4 (age 9)
The boys are being interviewed, each camera panning over each brother as Michael is looking bored with Marlon who is turning in his spinning chair slightly.
Randy seemed to be distracted as he was once again asked how he joined his brothers.
Jackie and Tito are nodding along to some of the questions.
Jermaine was answering a question, “Yes, the tour was amazing. Honestly, we love our fans and hope to see them next time.” Jermaine said with a smile.
The interviewer smiles with a nod before saying what they shouldn’t have said.
“ I heard you boys have a little sister who’s new to the family, how old is she now?”
Michael sat up immediately with a smile, “She’s nine now, but she’s still a baby in our eyes.”
Jackie chuckled, “She’s like an old lady in a child’s body. She reads any room even if she wasn’t in there before.”
The camera pans to Tito who smiled with a nod, “She’s a fierce little girl, we call her ‘lil tiger’ since she likes to be tough even though she’s cute like a doll.”
“Oh don’t forget when we dressed her up as a mummy for her first Halloween!” Randy called out, and the boys started to laugh.
“She clearly didn’t like the toilet paper Marlon put around her,” Jermaine says, rubbing his hands and leaning forward. Getting comfortable with how the subject was now about you.
“Boys?” The interviewer spoke, not aware of the chaos they had just released since the boys are gushing over their adorable little sister.
“She still likes to cling to me,” Michael said with a proud smile, although he wasn’t trying to flex that he knew you were more clingy with him ever since you were a baby.
“Yes, but that’s because you kept sneaking her into your room and making her listen to your books,” Jackie called out, pointing to Michael who laughed.
“Uh, boys!” The interviewer said louder, making the conversation about you end as they all looked at them confused.
“You all must really care for your little sister!” The interviewer said nervously.
“Absolutely!” They all said simultaneously.
This was the interview that made everyone curious about you.
aftermath- And now here you are at the age of 24 embarrassed as Michael had you sit by him when the internet showed all the videos.
“Are you serious??!” You exclaimed, your face showed pure embarrassment looking at your older brother who laughed clapping his hands.
And all of this was just leaked.
|| Michael’s left toenail: omg!! Y/n must’ve been so adorable!
||queenofloving: Michael being a father and brother to his little sister is so cute!
||michaelsshoes: wishing I were his little sister so I could be carried 24/7
|| username 91793: the family bond with Janet and y/n is what my sister and I need.
Is what the comments had read while you were just too embarrassed and mortified to even say anything anymore.
Can you make a “they say I love you for the first time” with the Jackson 5? You don’t have to include Randy lol
Their first "I love you"
Ft. The Jackson 5 (literally)
minors dni this contains smut. this is like my second time writing smut so feedback is always appreciated !
MICHAEL JACKSON— Michael had invited you over—or rather, begged you to come to his studio. He was hard at work on his next album and insisted he needed to get things done, but he also couldn't go without seeing his girlfriend. Of course, you said yes, though not before teasing him a little over the phone before you made your way over to his house.
He tapped his pencil against the soundboard, eyes scanning over his notes as he searched for the perfect rhythm. His free hand rested on your knee, a quiet reminder that even while he was lost in his work, he was still aware of your presence.
"Michael?" you asked softly, careful not to interrupt his concentration as you adjusted the sweater he had draped over your shoulders. "Yes, honey?" He looked up from his notes, his attention shifting to you.
"How about, instead of this..." You gently tapped out the rhythm he'd been working on against your knee, the one he clearly didn't find as amusing. "You try something like this?" You repeated it with a subtle variation, changing the timing of a few taps while keeping the overall pattern intact.
Michael's eyes went wide.
"Oh my God, that's it!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He immediately began humming the melody, matching it to the rhythm you were tapping with your fingers. "You are amazing, I love you."
Without thinking, he cupped your face in both hands and pulled you into a soft yet passionate kiss. When you finally pulled away, his eyes widened as the realization of what he'd just admitted out loud slowly sank in.
"I am very excited," he admitted with a laugh, "but I meant every word."
"I love you too," you laughed softly before leaning in to kiss him again.
JERMAINE JACKSON— Jermaine had known how he felt about you from the moment you started dating. He'd been with other women before, but none of them had ever made him feel the way you did. You made him nervous—in the best possible way. He got excited whenever you called, and he missed you whenever you couldn't see each other.
He was completely whipped, and he wasn't ashamed of it.
That was why he wanted to tell you he loved you in the most special way possible.
He called you that morning and asked you to meet him at the park before sunset so the two of you could watch it together. You didn't think much of it, since watching the sunset together was something you did all the time.
What you didn't expect was to find your boyfriend waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, standing beside a picnic blanket beautifully arranged with candles, a wicker basket, and all your favorite treats.
"What is all this?" you asked with a smile as you wrapped your arms around him. "Something special for the most special girl in the world." He smiled as he handed you the bouquet when you pulled away.
"Did you handpick these?" you asked, pouting slightly as you looked down at the messy but adorable arrangement. "I did." He grinned proudly.
You sat down together, talking and laughing as you ate. It wasn't until a little while later that you noticed him fidgeting with his hands.
"Jer, baby, are you okay?" you asked gently. "I have something to confess," he said, his voice a little nervous. "But please don't make fun of me."
"Of course not, honey."
"I did all this because I wanted to show you how special you are to me." He gently took your hands in his, his fingers intertwining with yours. "And also because I wanted to tell you that I love you." He finally met your gaze, his expression filled with a mixture of nerves and love.
You felt your heart skip a beat. He had taken the time to plan the entire evening, putting so much thought and effort into making it special, all just to tell you that he loved you.
"I love you too."
"Really?"
"Really. Now come here." You smiled as you gently grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.
JACKIE JACKSON— You two had been apart for almost a month, so you were determined to make up for all the time you'd lost. That was how you found yourself under Jackie for the fourth time today as he pounded into you relentlessly.
"Fuck baby," he groaned as he kept hitting the right spot. "missed this pussy so much."
"Jackie," you moaned.
"Oh, you like that?" He whispered in your ear, your pussy clenching around his dick, earning a groan for him.
His thrusts became harder and deeper. His mean cock slamming against your tight hole, making you throw your head back in pleasure as you arched your back.
“Such a good girl fo’ me, missed you so much mama,” he pressed his hand against your stomach.
“Jackie, fuck. I’m gonna—” you whimpered as you came, wrapping your legs around his hips, your limbs shaking in the process. “Fuck, I won’t last longer.” His thrusts became sloppier. “Where do you want it?” He played with your sensitive bud, overstimulating you some more.
“Inside, please,” you whined, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He kept slamming his hips into you before he came, “Fuck, fuck, I love you.” He filled you up to the brim as he let out an animalistic groan.
As he came down from his high, he noticed the way your eyes widened.
"You said you loved me!" you exclaimed, pointing at him as you tried to catch your breath. "Girl, you knew this before I even had to say it." He playfully rolled his eyes, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"Yeah but, I didn't expect to hear it after you fucked me dumb."
"Shut up."
MARLON JACKSON— You and Marlon were play fighting in his room—not the cute, gentle kind of teasing, but actual wrestling, rough enough to be a challenge while still careful not to hurt each other. After a while, he managed to pin you down, holding your wrists in place as his free hand hovered threateningly near your sides.
"Marlon David Jackson, I swear to God," you warned, squirming beneath him.
"What are you going to do, pretty girl?" he asked with a smirk.
"Nothing, but please don't tickle me." You batted your eyelashes at him, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes in an attempt to convince him.
"Great attempt, but no." He kissed your forehead. "I love you, though."
Your heart fluttered for a moment at the confession before Marlon's fingers attacked your sides, making you squeal and burst into giggles as you tried to escape his grasp.
"Pause!" you said, causing him to stop his attack. "Yes?" He looked down at you, waiting. "I love you too." You smiled.
A soft smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down to kiss your forehead before immediately returning to his mission.
"MARLON!" you shouted, laughing as he continued tickling you.
TITO JACKSON— Tito wasn't very good at talking about his feelings out loud. So what a better way to confess his love for you with a song?
He worked on it for a week. The lyrics came easily because loving you was easy—the best thing he had ever done. But what made it even more special was that you made him feel like being loved by you was just as effortless.
Then he worked on the tune, perfecting it with his guitar before finally working up the courage to go to your house with the rewritten and perfected version of the song for you to keep.
When he sang the song, it brought tears to your eyes. Never had anyone made you feel so special, and you loved your Tito to pieces.
"Tito... what is all this?"
"I love you, honey, and I couldn't wait to tell you."
"So... you wrote me a song?"
"Mhm." He smiled proudly.
"God, I love you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a tender kiss to your boyfriend's lips.
request: michael and reader deciding its time to start a family (post bad era, once he’s finished with the tour) so she goes off her birth control and tracks her cycle. then once she’s finally ovulating after a couple weeks and Michael is ALL OVER HER
(& even though they’ve been “practicing” baby-making for weeks waiting for her fertile window he knows instantly its different)
yep this is absolutely fire THANK YOU so much
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙔𝙚𝙩?
Warnings - implied sex, heavy petting, pregnancy
Bad era Michael!
No specific characteristics
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“Baby?”
Michael spoke softly, knocking on the bathroom door. You had been in there for quite some time. You had taken one of those ovulation stick tests, wanting to see if you were ovulating, but you weren’t.
You put the stick down, “Come in!” You shout as you look up to see him.
“Doing okay? What are you doing?” He asks, slightly concerned.
“I just wanted to see if.. well if i’m ovulating.” You say, gesturing to the stick.
He hums, picking up the stick. It said negative, which meant you weren’t ovulating.
Michael had mentioned countless times about wanting, needing to start a family. You knew from the very start of your relationships that’s what he wanted. You felt terrible for disappointing him. You remember when you told him that you were on birth control, his face consisting of slight disappointment, but also understanding.
But the thing is, he always knew what phase of your cycle you were in. Some people would say it’s weird, but it made him attentive to your needs. Whenever you were on your period, he knew to bring you a heating pad and chocolate. When you were in your luteal phase, he knew not to argue with you. It was great, honestly.
Since you had gotten off your birth control around 3 weeks ago, you’ve been trying almost every single night for a baby.
That’s why two weeks after your period, Michael started to want you all the time. and i mean ALL the time. One late night after you both had dinner and a shower, he pounced on you, kissing you deeply, almost harshly, as his hands wandered everywhere. Between your thighs, up your breasts, around your neck.
You pull back slightly, “Sweetheart, what’s the rush?” You chuckle under your breath, looking at him.
He pulls back slightly, “You’re ovulating, (Name). it’s the perfect night.”
You look at him, confused. You hadn’t even known you were ovulating.
“Wait, wait, wait, how do you know?” You ask curiously.
“I just.. I just know. It’s radiating off of you.” Michael laughed softly.
You shrug, who were you to deny sex with your husband?
He guides you into the bed, hovering over you as your hands roam his back. Michael groans softly into your mouth as he presses his hard-on against your thigh.
The night moves on, and after multiple rounds of sex and dozens of positions, you finally lay next to him as you catch your breath.
He couldn’t stop smiling. “I know it’s going to work, I just know it!” Michael says with a boyish smile on his face.
You chuckle, patting his arm.
The next month, when you get.. well, when you’re supposed to get your period, you don’t.
You immediately tell Michael, who starts screaming, “WHAT!!” excitedly.
You immediately go buy a pregnancy test, and to your surprise, you are indeed pregnant.
When you tell Michael, he starts running around the house, screaming of excitement. “I’m gonna be a daddy!!”
He stops infront of you, “Are you sure?” He asks, even though you both are sure.
You nod, which fuels another trip around the house.
You giggle, watching your grown ass husband scream and run around.
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A few months later, you both walk into the house after an appointment, where you finally saw your baby girl growing inside of you. Michael hadn’t stopped crying, looking at the sonogram of the baby.
“Honey… please stop crying, you’re making me want to cry.” You say, looking at him as your hands gently rub your stomach, which is now slightly bigger and with your belly button ever so slightly protruding.
Michael looks at you, his cheeks wet from his tears. “This is my baby. Our baby. I just can’t believe it.” He chokes out, his arms going out to hug you.
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Hey Queen, I came up with this idea because I just did a road trip with a few folks and it sucked😂😂. Jackie, reader, and the boys go on a Road Trip.Jackie’s driving,Jermaine’s mad that reader is sitting in the front but Jackie wants her to sit there so he can hold her hand/or thigh the whole way🤭🫣.Tito wants to change the radio station every 10 minutes, Michael and Marlon are playing I spy with my little eye and they convince the whole car to play, and Randy has to pee every 10 minutes.Please change it however you’d like, it’s meant to be funny and lighthearted with fluff, angst, and family getting on each-other’s nerves ❤️❤️❤️
Road trip
🍫Pairings: Jackie x black!reader
🍫contains: fluff, humor, the Jacksons getting on your nerves!!
🍫summary: The Jackson brothers invited you on their annual road trip (because Jackie was attached) and you didnt expect the chaos that came with it!
The sun blazed over Encino coating the air in a heated blanket. Every breath was heavy and drawn out just from the muddy warmth. The Jackson brothers’ annual roadtrip was in full swing, and Jackie decided to invite you.
“This all your stuff, ma?” Jackie asked, lifting and stuffing your duffle bag in the trunk. That duffle bag took ages to pack, raiding your closet for the perfect outfits and shoes. You were aware that you would be trapped in a car with six other people and wanted to be respectable of space.
“I think so.” You slid your pink shades to rest on the bridge of your nose, blocking out the harsh sunlight. Your vision was dimmed, just enough for you to relax your face instead of having it scrunched up.
A group of laughter came from behind you and you turned to be greeted by the rest of the brothers. “I CALL SHOTGUN!” Jermaine yelled running towards the passenger door.
“Actually, she got shotgun.” Jackie spoke up, shutting the trunk to the best of his ability. Seven people with suitcases and duffel bags were not an easy feat. Somehow Jackie managed to stack them perfectly, providing enough space to fit everything. A puzzle master if you will.
Even though the trunk did manage to fit everyone’s baggage, you knew you were all about to be packed in there like sardines. “She’s not even a guy.” Jermaine rolled his eyes, side eyeing you.
Jermaine was like your annoying brother who you somehow were forced to get along with. “Exactly and I’m the one driving so she’s in the passenger seat.” Jackie said. This isn't anything new, Jackie always made sure you were prioritized, knowing how rowdy his brothers could get.
When it came to cookouts, Jackie handed you your plate first. When it came to games, he would ask what did you want to play first. And of course, in the car, you're automatically in the passenger seat if he's the one driving.
“Oh, so she’s too good for us?” Marlon asked with a playful grin, black shades perched on his face. Jackie nodded, “You finally gettin’ it.” Marlon’s mouth drop, not expecting the sudden answer but a loud, hearty laugh left his lips moments after.
Marlon, Michael, and Jermaine piled into the middle row while Tito and Randy took back row, ending up with the most space. You wasted no time to kick your sandals off, body melting into the seat.
“Looking mighty comfortable up there.” Jermaine muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Something you can’t be apparently.” You threw back making Marlon and Michael bust out laughing.
Jackie finally slid into the driver’s seat, he turned on the A/C, cooling down the sweltering air circulating in the car. “everybody ready?” He asked.
“YES!!” Everyone yelled simultaneously.
“I don’t like that song.” Tito spoke up for the hundredth time. You should’ve handed him a Walkman by now. Every song that played on the radio, he was ready to switch to another station.
“Tito this is the fifth station change, just sing your own song.” Jackie sighed. “I’ll sing this car down y’hear?” Tito said making you laugh. You fumbled with the radio knob, changing the station, just for it to be a country song.
“SKIP!” Marlon yelled. “Nah, I can rock with this.” Tito nodded, laying his head on the window and closing his eyes. Michael had a confused look on his face trying to figure out the acoustics of the beats but shrugged and started bopping his head.
A few more minutes passed before a sickening, horrid, stomach-turning stench filled the car. “I know damn well…” Jackie muttered. “Who the hell cutting the cheese?” Jermaine groaned, index and thumb pinching his nose.
Groans and complains about the smell filled the car, no one speaking up or confessing. “So nobody gon’ say nothing?” You asked, turning around in your seat to look at everyone.
They were all looking at each other except…Randy who stared out the window with his lips folded inward, holding in a laugh. “Now Randy,” his eyes shot to you, eyes widening.
“HEY, HOW DID YOU KNOW?” He yelled.
“Well you just confessed dummy.” Marlon laughed.
“Okay, I-spy something….black!” Michael smiled. “Um, everybody in the car?” Jermaine asked making you stifle a laugh. “Nope.”
“What about that car in front of us?” You asked. Michael shook his head with a smile. “Jackie’s shirt?” Marlon asked. Another shake of Michael's head.
“The steering wheel?” Jackie asked. “Wow Jackie how did you know?” Michael gasped, leaning forward towards Jackie.
“Well that was a dumb choice.” Jermaine rolled his eyes. Michael childishly stuck his tongue out.
“I spy…something blue.” Marlon started.
“The sky?” Michael guessed.
“Nope.”
“Is there an ocean nearby or something?” Jermaine asked.
“Nope.”
“I don’t see anything blue.” You shrugged looking around the scenery. You were surrounded by trees and other cars, but nothing blue other than the sky.
“It was a car we passed a few miles ago.” Marlon smiled looking at everyone’s reaction.
Absolute silence.
His smile slowly faltered noticing the flat expressions on your faces. “So…not a good one I assume.”
“You were the only one who saw that dang car.” Tito said. “Mind you, you’re not even playing.” Marlon shot back, turning in his seat to look at him.
“Are we there yet?” Randy asked making Jermaine groan. “How many times are you ‘bout to ask?” Jermaine turned around, eyebrows furrowed.
“I gotta pee man.” Randy whined, head falling against the headrest. “The next stop is in like 20 minutes, can you hold it?” Jackie asked. Randy’s eyes darted side to side before making eye contact with him in the rearview mirror.
“Maybe.”
5 minutes later.
“Can I pee now?” Randy spoke up and everyone groaned.
“Can y’all get a room?” Marlon said, noticing Jackie’s hand splayed on your thigh. Marlon reached towards the front and repeatedly tapped Jackie’s arm.
Jackie smacked his teeth, moving to place both hands on the wheel.
Jackie found a parking spot in front of the gas station and the boys wasted no time hopping out. Randy sped past the car, arms pumping trying to make it to a bathroom. You couldn’t help but laugh.
Randy was always a hoot
“You got me right, Maine?” Michael smiled, wrapping his arm around Jermaine’s neck.
Jermaine side eyed him, “Boy, you got your own money.”
You and Jackie stayed in the car, just to get alone time from the constant complaining and noise from the others. “Wish you would’ve stayed?” Jackie asked, placing his hand back on your thigh.
“Nah, it’s going exactly as I expected.” You laughed. “C’mere.” He muttered, reaching up to caress the back of your neck. You wasted no time leaning over and meeting his lips.
You’ve been waiting all day to kiss him, spending time admiring his focus and handsome features whilst he was driving. Your lips danced together in a rhythm, the funky beat played on the radio falling into the background of your ears. Your hand reached to caress his cheek, both tilting your heads to deepen the kiss.
The minty smell of gum came from his mouth and you tasted the cool herb on your tongue. Before you could go any farther, the back door flung open making you both jump back into your seats
“Y’all ain’t slick.” Marlon laughed, hopping into the car. The plastic bag rustled in his hands and he brought out a chip bag. “Ain’t these your favorites?” He asked, holding it out for you.
“Aw, Marlon,” you took the bag from him, “Thank you.” You were a bit hungry so you were grateful.
“My idea by the way.” Michael said, hopping in next to Marlon, holding out your favorite drink towards you. “Thank you, Michael.” You laughed taking it from him.
“So everybody trying to take care of my girlfriend?” Jackie asked turning to glare at them with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. The pair shrugged, “I was feeling generous.” Michael said with a smile.
“With MY lady?.” Jackie said. Marlon shrugged, “Should’ve got her something.” Marlon said.
The sky shifted to dark hues of blue and purple, signaling it’s getting late and the world finally decided to breathe. The car was filled with snoring and soft breathing as the boys were knocked out.
Mouths open, Afros smushed against the window and each other’s shoulders, the quiet felt refreshing. You stayed awake with Jackie, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles every so often.
He found a jazz station, silky sounds from saxophones, pianos, and drums. The car was dark and you stared at the passing cars and trees. “Thank you for coming.” Jackie said.
You turned your head towards him, a gentle smile gracing your lips. “Thank you for inviting me.”
You leaned over, pressing your lips against his cheek, feeling the light stubble. He lifted the back of your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your palm.
“You know you can go to sleep right?” He asked.
“I want more time with you.”
He couldn’t fight his smile, a surge of love cradling his heart.
