#yaangu!

"Apparently he beat dem' guys to a pulp... oop, there he go shut up. shut up!"

Michael walked into first period without a single worry, at first. But eventually multiple pairs of eyes caught his attention, so invasive looking that he had to look elsewhere.

They lingered without his permission.

Michael chewed on his bottom lip and found his assigned seat near the front of the class, you glanced his way as his seating partner and watched him sit down in a stiff manner.

Michael never gathered this much attention from so many strangers before, unless it was from girls or volunteering at a fundraiser. They used to treat him like anybody else.. now he felt suffocated. why's that?

Someone tapped him from behind and michael jerked lightly before looking back.

"is it true?" a black boy grinned at him, chewing obnoxiously at some Wrigley gum.

"what do you mean." Michael softly inquired.

"the fight? did that happen for real!" he nudged michael and the boy was only more perplexed.

"what fight? Who told you that.." the boy chuckled and leaned back into his seat.

"I see you tryna protect that prince image you got, but I knew it, knew you had that dog in you.." Michael squinted his eyes and then scoffed.

"whatever man.." he turned around in his seat and met your eyes. You looked observant yet amused.

"have you heard about that too?" the afro that crowns your head places something intimidating behind your slow nod.

"it's starting to circulate." he looks troubled.

".. whatever they're saying it's not true." he then digs around in his backpack for a notebook and a pencil.

You place your chin in your hand, resuming a sketch you'd been doodling on while the teacher was gone.

"..." Michael looks your way, hoping that you heard him.

"you don't believe it.. right." your brows gently furrow as you look his way.

"Well, I think-" unfortunately your history teacher arrived and michael was left anxious without a response back.

As time passed and first period became second and third, Michael heard the whispers fester. The stares multiplied and a few jocks nudged him with pride like they knew him.

He went to his dorm that day and shed off his jacket to tackle each homework assignment his teachers gave him. Thomas, his roommate, arrived a bit later and threw out a joke to lift the stale air.

"wassup bad boy?" Michael rubbed at his eyes.

"... why does everybody.." He sighed, not even caring to correct him. Thomas laughed and cradled a basketball on his hip as he met michael at a small desk.

"watchu tight about?" Michael huffed, gaze flitting between a textbook and the words he was writing down.

"the foolish rumors goin' around. I ain't fight nobody." Thomas didn't quite believe michael but he sighed anyway.

"Yeah aight." He tossed the basketball in the air for a moment and michael kissed his teeth.

"Can you back up some? You smell dirty.." Thomas chuckled.

"Why I oughta put my nuts right-" Michael didn't wanna hear one more word.

"ugh, what a schmuk! Back up! Go!" He covered his nose and Thomas finally stepped back with laugh. After a few playful insults were thrown the sweaty boy dissapeared in the bathroom and Michael could finally breathe. With a fan blowing.

He pondered on how the speculations came, unless someone happened to be in his hometown... in that specific apartment complex where his old friend jacked him up.. if they happened to hear how the two shouted at eachother and shoved...

No, no, no. That's crazy. And even then the rumors would be a lie. Michael didn't physically beat anybody.

The stressed young man held his head with a long sigh, quickly scribbling down something until the lead tip of his pencil broke.

"Damnit.." he went for his sharpener with agitation and by the sixth flick of the wrist, he'd somewhat calmed.

He didn't want his college life to be tainted like this, he wanted to learn new things, get more friends, get into all sorts of clubs. Now everybody's painting him out to be, as Thomas stated, a bad boy.

Now, he may have participated in being a decoy to help his friends rob somebody back home. But he couldn't even do that right. They intiated him too late because they knew Michael had a heart.

After all the manipulating Michael told the innocent older man, who couldn't even speak english, to run as far as he could. Ruining the shakedown.

The friend that jacked him up beforehand to was livid, but Michael stood on what he did. It was only right.

As the memories came to a close, Michael spent a little more time working and stopped around ten o' clock to take a shower after Thomas and get ready for bed.

The next day he got through his usual morning routine and looked forward to seeing you in first period, because truth be told, everyone might be talking for the sake of it but you're the only one not entertaining a thing.

You're down to earth, kind, and absolutely gorgeous. He used to be so nervous talking to you early in the semester, still is, only difference being he can form coherent sentences instead of talking under his breath.

Your oaky skin, mature fashion and barrett you wear when it can fit above your hairstyles. Reminds of him of an activist, but your voice is smooth and rich like a known model.

He wishes he could hear you talk for hours, with your eyes forever on him no matter how much it burned. Thing is, it hurt real good.

"Alright class, you know there's a test tomorrow so I need you all to study for that. Or at least soak up what's going to be showed in this film—"

Michael played with a ballpoint pen in his hand and waited for the lights to dim as a black and film projected onto the screen.

He was focused but your presence beside him remained embedded in his mind, your sweet perfume, the soft crackling of a wrapper-

Wait.

Michael hesitantly glanced to his side and saw you sneak a chocolate past your lips, eyes still glued to the board until they drifted down and then to the right. Which was where Michael was.

Your eyes met when he couldn't look away fast enough.

".. Want one?" Michael raised his brows.

"Allergic?" You asked this time, breif confusion coming over your face.

"N-no, I'm not allergic.." he whispered back and you dug in your small pocketbook for another chocolate. Offering it under his desk in a manner that was sneaky and amusing.

Michael gently took it, allowing your fingers to brush for a moment before you took your hand back.

"Thank you..." he whispered and you faintly smiled.

"Mhm."

When lunch time came around he found acquaintances to sit by but there was nobody he could really have a conservation with, Thomas preferred sitting with his basketball team.

As he ate a spoonful of mash potatoes Michael looked across the cafeteria and saw you sitting with your usual group, and boy, did you guys look cool.

Most of your friends wore black and leather just like you and some wore colorful dashiki's and kente cloth hats. He found himself getting warm in the face as he admired you and the way you spoke with passion.

"Hey mikey?" Michael looked away from you to find three girls before him, they were popular so a few people got to stealing glances.

"Hey ladies" he offered a polite smile and they gushed quietly.

"You look so lonely here, wanna sit with us?" The leader of the small clique placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Um.." Michael buffered a bit, "is that really okay with you guys?" The girls instantly assured him and a smile grew on his face.

"Okay then," he gathered his tray and the girls instantly came by his sides like bodyguards. It was no secret that the other popular boys were jealous of his influence which is why most reveled in the rumors.

But unfortunately, the girls didn't care about it. In fact they were even more attracted.

"Look at em go, thirsty asses.." Jeremy, a shooting guard for the schools basket ball team, grumbled.

"He always had that charm about him," Everybody at the basketball table turned to Thomas and instantly shoved and cracked down on him.

"Nigga shut up, we see dat!" Thomas raised his hands high.

"Don't get mad at the messenger! And if you wanna take some notes just say-" A few teammates placed him in a headlock.

Jeremy looked toward the team Captain, Logan.

"Watchu thinkin' bout?" Logan stared at Michael from across the lunchroom for a moment, then he shrugged. Nobody knows that Logan is secretly gay.

"Nothin..." Jeremy squinted his eyes and then leaned over the table to talk to the teams manager, Rasheeda. Apparently she saw Michael in her auntie's apartment complex during winter break.

"You sure you saw Mike back in indiana?" She sucked her teeth.

"I done told yall this a thousand times, I ain't got shit to lie about.." she went back to eating a bag of chips. Jeremy rolled his eyes and looked at Michael laughing into his hands at the hot girl table.

"They really not phased, think we should twist up the narrative?" Logan gave Jeremy a singular side glance.

"So you wanna be a gossip girl now." Jeremy scrunched his nose.

"Ion give a damn about none of dat, look he pushing all up on Kennedy!" He gestured towards the spectacle like an outraged coach.

"Nah, Kennedy pushing all up on him. We been told you to get that but you always fuckin it up." Jeremy was instantly on the defensive.

"Watchu mean! I got her flowers, candy, showed her my car-"

"She don't care about none of that flashiness, you need to start treating her like the hours you spend venting to me onna court-" Jeremy smacked Logan's shoulder, hand flying at his neck.

"Aight, cool. Cut it." Logan chuckled and looked elsewhere.

Michael was more than entertained and satisfied with his friends. But in the girls' perspective he was a shared boyfriend who hadn't quite popped the question yet.

"Sooo mikey," he buzzed with the nickname.

"You single?" Michael blushed and looked at all the anticipating eyes staring back.

"I- yeah." Kennedy preened and thought of another question.

"So hypothetically, if you were to take me out onna date, what would you do?" Michael swallowed heavily and rubbed his palms on his pants.

"Uhh, um well.. that depends on what you like?"

By the time lunch ended, Michael knew so much more information on girls that he'd never known before. He was on his way to fourth block when he bumped into Jeremy on the way.

Something about the way his shoulder ached made him think it wasn't so accidental.

"Sorry man." Michael fixed his bookbag strap over his shoulder and looked Jeremy up and down.

"No it was my fault.." Jeremy smirked and was about let Michael turn around when he threw out a question.

"You and Kennedy talkin?" Michael furrowed his brows and shook his head innocently.

"No she's just my friend.." Jeremy nodded slowly and then patted the shoulder he bumped into. Michael grit his teeth, eyes squinting after the new ache.

"Oh okay! Let it just be that playboy~"

Michael raised his brow, "you gotta crush on her or somethin?" Jeremy face dropped.

"Yeah, I do. So keep ya distance?" He pointed and Michael began smirking.

"I already like somebody, so we not in no competition man." Jeremy worked his jaw.

"Ok then, what yall was chattin' bout at that table?" Michael looked at a clock nearby and knew he couldn't talk long.

"if this'll stop you from pressin' me like this in the future.." Jeremy raised his brows and hands.

"You got my word. I promise." Michael stuck his toungue in his cheek and repeated himself.

"We ain't in no competition." Jeremy narrowed his eyes at Michael, but the other was serious. It started to feel like something deeper than envy. Like solidarity.

"None." Michael then dropped some advice on the boy.

Fourth period became a time to relax since Michael was ahead on his work, but after he finished all his classes, he had to visit the library to study for that history test.

By some stroke of luck, you happened to be there and his heart skipped beats like a melody of thunder and lightning.

He slowly walked wherever his feet lead him and stared on, per usual you felt the weight of him. Your eyes met across the library and Michael surpressed the urge to flinch and run.

Instead, he lifted his big hand up and waved at you. Small and shy.

"Hey.." he mouthed and you waved back with a tender smile.

He took that as an opportunity to come over and start conversation as he held a few books to his fleece quarter zip.

"You studying?" He softly inquired and you nodded.

"Yeah, it's actually for that history test tomorrow." Michael's lips parted.

"Oh.. I.. I was going to do the exact same!" You glanced toward an empty seat and straightened up.

"You can sit here if you'd like." Michael instantly pulled out the chair from across and dropped his things a little too hard. He glanced at you in the midst, ".. sorry" you laughed to yourself.

Michael got settled and not by sticking his nose in a book like he should've been. Instead he's staring at every feature on your face, smiling behind his knuckles.

Your eyebrows pinch in comprehension at a textbook.

You're just so so so lovely.

".. Do you wanna study together?" You ask and finally look up from your book, the way michael had his face all propped up comes collapsing.

"Oh-" his elbow hits the table, prompting a frustrated hiss.

"Are you.." you smile and he rubs the bone with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. And that'd be awesome- if.. if we could study together." You pull out the seat near you and wait, he almost scrambled but michael managed to calmy stand up and join the space beside you.

"Michael right?" He blinks your way.

"Yeah, we're-" you chuckle.

"just messing with you, we literally sit next to each other in class.." he sighs in relief.

"Exactly, yeah." He folds his hands in his lap.

"You know..."

"First we'll..." you both look at one another, a heavy awkwardness seeping into your bones.

"Sorry you go ahead" he scratches his neck and you oppose.

"No please, you first.." Danggit, he was going to say something so sappy. Now he has no choice but to admit it.

"I was gonna say, you're the only person around here that's... closest to a friend to me." A smile begins to grow on your face.

"Oh." michael swallowed to that, then he panicked.

"wait, are we not....." you laughed unexpectedly, maybe a tad too loud. With a few manicured fingers near your mouth you whispered your next few words.

"Nah I guess we are. I mean.." you blink. "We can be."

Michael begins smiling, "shoot, we already are at this point." you settle for that and wave your hand to end the pondering.

"Great.. cause I think you're really cool." His eyes anchored you as you subtly swallowed. This is the part where you're supposed to throw a compliment back, real quick!

"Thanks, I find you very intelligent." Wait, did that sound conceited?

Apparently Michael's body thought different. he inhaled through his nose and breifly raised his shoulders. Looking.. happy.

"I appreciate that.." You found yourself suppressing a giggle and returned to your book before you got swept in his intense stare.

"No problem, so..." you covered your ridiculously grinning mouth.

The way you're glued to Michael in the night was per his request. He hasn't been feeling his best lately and knowing exactly why extracts your joy aswell. The kids were put to bed hours ago and Michael's sound asleep until he slowly wakes.

The pain in his back unforgiving.

He blinks a few times, mouth twitching as he tries to ignore it. But a wrong shift of the body brings all the ache back into his reality.

"Damnit..." he whispers brokenly, breaths quivering as he shuts his eyes. It's times like this where he wonders all over again, what did he do to deserve this hell.

You begin to drift out of slumber on your own.

"Baby... ya alright?" You rub a hand over his hip and he takes in a strange breath, quick and full of regret.

"Mh mh. H... hurts." You're more aware now as you begin to sit up and flick a lamp light on. Michael readjusts his head over a pillow, a deep sigh leaving his chapped lips.

"Let me massage you better. Okay? Roll over slowly for me." He does so very carefully and huffs once he's facing the nightstand. You scoot behind him and lay a gentle hand at his back, strategically feeling for the sore spots.

His blurted moans of discomfort alert you and also let you know where you have to tend to.

"M' sorry baby, should I be softer?" He swallows a lodge in his throat.

"Y-yeah, just a little bit. I'm sorry for whinin'. Know you're just tryna.. help..." you pat around his back with more delicacy.

"Don't apologize baby, you haven't done anything wrong.." at some point you tell him that you're going to get ice and he waits. The deafening silence doesn't intend to lullaby him.

You come back and drift a hand over the lump in the covers to let him know you're there. Michael feels you climb back into bed and do the work of lifting up his shirt.

His mouth clamps shut when you apply the bagged ice and for the duration of thirty minutes you keep it there. Comfortingly taking your nails down his arm as you rest against the headboard.

"We should go away for a while. Us and the kids." Michael stays silent, giving you room to further explain.

"They'll be in a new environment, you'd be able to rest from all this invasiveness. It really hurts me to see you like this everyday.."

"What if things get crazier while we're gone, I don't wanna risk it.."

"Get tighter security, just for a week. They won't bother you while you're away." Michael nibbles on his bottom lip.

"I don't know, is.. is this really a good time.." you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. Michael's worries dull down a bit from that alone.

"Yes, trust me honey. You and the kids don't deserve to be isolated right now." And he does because how can he not, what could he lose when he's already been humiliated and abused.

".... Okay, then." You faintly smile and keep the ice to his back for as long as he needs it. The aching eventually gets numbed and Michael tells you when he's ready to turn around.

Finally, at five-thirty in the morning, Michael's able to get some rest again and he does so in your arms. Your lips feather light at his temple, fingers threading through his flowy dark hair.

Michael sleeps in for a fairly long time but when he wakes up he finds that you're no longer holding him. It worries him enough to crawl out of bed and freshen up so he can instantly find you.

But opening that master bedroom door, he smells the reason and becomes warm inside. Especially when he hears your kids chatting away downstairs.

"Mommyyyy? When's daddy coming downnn?"

Michael chuckles from the staircase as your silence clearly gives way to you trying to find a response that fits.

"I'm comin' down right now my babies~" Paris scrambles for her father as Prince whips his blonde head around and stumbles off his seat.

"Daddy! Good morningg!" Michael slightly bends to hug his six year-old daughter and smiles because the way she squeezes him is filled with so much love.

He's sure with way Prince is whining and running to him that he wants to share his love too. He welcomes the five-year old and sways both of their bodies from side to side.

"Good morning my loves, did you eat?"

"Yes, mommy made blueberry pancakes with whipped cream an' strawberries!!" Prince butted in.

"It was delisiss!" Michael laughs, "delicious, you say?" Prince nods right away.

"I bet you're both full now huh? Where's mommy dearest.." the kids lead him to you as you come out of the kitchen with blanket in your arms.

He's also been fed and now there's nothing more he wants other than a warm shoulder to lay on.

"You're a blessing.." Michael mutters with tired yet loving eyes, stroking blankets head before leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

You carefully secure an arm around the baby before bringing your other hand on your husband's cheek.

"Awwww~" you part with a soft laugh and glance at paris below you.

"Your breakfast is on the counter, still hot.." you look across Michael's face with warmth and make way for him to get the plate.

"Did you eat?" You shook your head and he glanced your way.

"Perfect~ we'll eat togther then" You take a seat at the table as he follows suit with his food. Blanket slightly lifts from your shoulder to look at the world around him again and also pinches your cheek for some reason.

"I thought I bought you a squishy already?" Michael laughs softly.

"Can I hold him?" You carefully hand him over as Michael embraces your son. Blanket settles once more as if he'd never been swapped.

The morning you both spend together carries on beautifully until the house phone rings. The joy on Michael's face fades as a strong inkling overtakes his gut. It must be work.

He glances over at you on the couch, you're already looking back.

"I'll get it.." before he can stand you touch his knee, fixing your mouth to ease him with a few words.

"Don't worry bout it." And so Michael continues to hold blanket as he watches you approach the ringing phone near the hall. The annoying chime comes to a halt, you speak and then you listen to whoever's on the other line.

"He won't be able to do that today, or anything for the next week."

Michael subtly swallows, round eyes taking in the way you look. Your firm stance with a hand on the hip, the glare at nothing, the sureness of your voice.

You were putting your foot down.

"Nope, not even one. He's been in constant pain lately and yall know that. Why force him to keep explaining himself to liars for hours."

The corner of his mouth twitches as he smiles to himself.

"I'm not gonna go and back on forth with you, Jhon. We're going on a vacation and that's final. Goodbye." You raised your brows and hung up the phone.

The kids heard the word vacation and instantly showered you with questions and excitement.

"Vacation! Vacation mommy?!" You clasped your hands.

"Yes we're all going on a vacation to..." Everybody waited.

"Costa Rica!!" The kids erupted with joy as Michael grinned himself, those little peanut heads didn't even know where or what costa rica was but they were excited to find out.

You collapsed on the couch again and Michael couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"I swear, you make me feel like the luckiest person alive.." he presses a lingering kiss on your cheek and you confortingly rub his thigh.

Even if times have felt awful and dark these past few months, it didn't stop you from claiming time with your family. And you were damn proud of yourself for it.

Coming back to the master bedroom when the night began to foreshadow, you rented a house in Costa Rica on a website and became filled with delight.

Eating soursop, smelling the saltwater breeze, feeling large leaf plants outside your window.

What a dream to be lived.

You were so deep into it that you hadn't heard Michael call your name from the door.

You looked up from your computer with glasses perched on your nose, lips parted at the sight of him.

Frazzled hair, low eyes covered with reading glasses, but the love inside of him lingering all the same.

"Watcha doin'..." he took a seat at the edge of the bed, yawning into his hand.

"Just finalized a few steps for the trip, we should start packing early tomorrow." You set your temple on a fist.

Michael smiles softly. "You know.. I'm actually really excited for this."

"Really now?" You muse.

"Mhm~ I get to see all sorts animals, visit the beach with the kids, the nature should be beautiful too.." he looks across the ceiling, shoulders lifted with child-like wonder.

"Plus I get hear you speak more spanish?" He slightly leans down with two long fingers at his lips, the manner sultry and shy.

You smirk, "you're a sucker for that aren't you?"

Michael nods unapologetically and uncovers his mouth, smiling as he looks elsewhere.

Eventually you both settle for bed after taking a shared shower, it wasn't quite easy for Michael but as usual you helped him. Just like you were now.

"Can you... hold me again.." he asked in the dark after trying to get comfortable on his own, and failing.

"Of course love." You do so and he closes his eyes in the dark, opposite of you staying awake. Even through heavy lidded eyes you carress him to sleep.

When the sun rises you sleep in later this time and Michael steps into leadership when it comes to completing anything that needs to be done, like having the kids pack their bags for vacation.

He also prepared his own suitcase and in the midst of opening your own, you wake up slowly. The sound of rustling brings you to a twist as you find michael sitting on the carpeted floor, folding what look to be leggings.

He catches you before he places the clothing in.

"Good morning my love, m' startin on your bag for costa rica!" You rub the crusty residue from your eyes and hum.

"I appreciate you.." Michael smiles at that and continues folding away.

Michael's private jet arrives at five twenty pm and thankfully everybody was ready by then.

You both are seated next to eachother and the kids are on the other side, forever gasping at the veiw outside the window.

Getting into Costa Rica was smooth and Michael made sure the kids were ready to step off the jet in order to see the rented house.

You were the first to make it to the door since you knew where the key was, just inside a small pot on the porch.

Pushing open the wooden doors made everyone's mouth drop.

"Wow..." Michael muttered and you chuckled.

The first day of your vacation consisted of pure fun and absolute bonding.

Now, at times Michael did get worried but you were quick to jump straight to action. Which was almost always provoked by Prince.

"Don't eat the sand! No prince! Hey!" You snapped at the blonde haired boy with your fingers, eyes wide.

"Do not." He stopped reluctantly. Michael sighed in relief.

The disguises that Michael wore (along with the family) in order to not be recognized made it hard for the kids to take him serious. Blanket had almost tore an entire mustache off of michael one day and exposed his identity.

"Ouch! Such a rough little boy?" You surpressed laughter countless times yourself.

The way he was living now, not worrying about the paparazzi or invasion of privacy. Having the room to be silly and free with foreign voices and accents. It healed him, from the inside out.

"Buen provecho." You set four plates of cheesy corn on the table. Stars twinkled in the night sky from above, and everyone shared a table outside a small restaurant that blasted Spanish music through old speakers.

Colorful beer bottles were strung up around the short establishment, reflecting sorbet lights and curating the sound of wind chimes after a firm breeze.

"Oooo daddy look! Look!" Michael grinned as Paris conducted a cheese pull from the corn.

"Oh wow? It's still goin' too!" He laughed as she continued and then ate the spoon full. You smiled with prince on your lap.

"Is it good princess?" She nodded quickly and you tilted your head to follow up with your son aswell.

"How about you, sweetheart" he took a spoon and chewed, then nodded goofily afterward.

"Gooddd, I didn't waste any money then" Michael laughed at you and held Blanket on his hip. Of course the youngest wanted some and after feeding him, blanket wasn't crazy about it like everybody else.

Your ears recognized the melody of one of your favorite songs and Michael caught on because he loved it too. "Girls Dem Sugar" by Beenie Man.

Oh, he wanted to dance with you so bad. To have you in his arms, swaying until sweat pearled at both of your bodies. Michael could stroke a kink behind your ear and tell you how good of a partner you've been.. how you deserve all of his b-

Um. Kids. The kids are around.

Michael swallows as he watches you mouth the lyrics word for word and compel the kids to dance to a song they've never heard.

He brings himself to drink a cold sip of mango juice, hoping it'll calm his mind. Breifly it does but when you mention that it's time to go home he couldn’t wait.

You read the kids to bed this time and shower them with kisses, Michael joins in because it's never done without him unless he's not home.

"Goodnight my babies." You whisper at the door frame.

"Have the sweetest dreams.." Michael joins, holding you by the waist from behind.

"Guh' night mommy and daddy~" You slowly close the door and turn in Michael's embrace, expecting something to be said.

Instead he kisses you like he owes you something and it made you dizzy, he pressed his body so close you were were flush against the children's bedroom door.

You smile in a bit of shock and touch his face.

"What's got a hold of you baby?" he swallowed a needy sound down for a weak sigh, his lidded doe eyes switching between your mouth and eyes as he licked his peach lips.

"I just.. I've been needing you for awhile.." you throb deeply to his whispers.

"Can we please... make love tonight? If you're not too tired.." He gets extra quiet on the question, you're still outside your kids' door.

"Yes." You mouth happily. Wherever his hands are they squeeze your body with satisfaction.

"Oh okay, okay" he nearly giggles, "should I?.." he waits, for orders.

Your head nods before you speak, "mhm~ get in there and be ready for me.." michael nods along, glancing at everything on your face.

"Y-yes, ma'am.." he separates from you and already does the work of unbuttoning his shirt while approaching your master bedroom. Impatiently throwing glances over his shoulder to see if you were just as urgent.

But you did everything except rush the night.

The next morning Michael woke up as the big spoon and he found himself pressing his face against your bare back, happy with the fact that he could hold you again.

You both were still naked and Michael drifted in and out of sleep until you stirred awake. You lazily found michael's hand and lifted it to your mouth to kiss.

"Mhh, you're awake now.." michael muttered and swiftly cupped your breast with the same hand, smirking faintly like a trickster.

You smiled tiredly as he pressed against you and snuggled his face in your neck.

Birds chirped from outside and the nature outside encased the room with an absence of curtains. There was nothing to worry about, no phone to pick up, nothing to hear or handle.

Michael hadn't been this care free in forever, it deeply rewarded his mind and body.

"Good morning mikey," your voice was like a scoop of vanilla ice cream melting above a chunky brownie, just so sweet and warm.

His face contorted into something much gentler, heart racing with youthful beats.

The way you manage to take the lead and flip his life around for the better. He'll always be eternally grateful.

"Good mornin, my sweet love.." you both lingered in bed, everything pressed and warm. Your scents mingling with sensual familiarity.

"Ya know, m' still thinkin' bout last night. You loved me so good.. so tender. I felt.. beautiful with you.." you could've cooed right on the spot.

Michael welcomed your lips against his in a slow kiss. Your day infinitely brightened.