The whole afternoon, Michael and I had been looking at magazines, flipping through hundreds of pages that had pictures of baby furniture, toys and clothes. I had never seen him so excited before, but it was a different kind of excitement than usual. He was full of joy. The smile never seemed to leave his face and I noticed how he kept looking at me, as if to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

After a couple of hours we had picked out a handful of toys and an assortment of furniture for our baby, the clothes had to wait until we found out if we were going to have a son or a daughter.

"Are we going to bed now?" I groaned and stretched my body on the couch I was so exhausted.

"I won't be able to sleep, but sure" Michael smiled and closed the last magazine. "I'm just so happy. I don't want this day to end" He sighed.

"The faster we go to bed, the faster it is tomorrow and we are one day closer until our baby is actually here with us" I smiled and slowly got up from the couch. "Come" I said and went upstairs.

I lay in bed for a long time, hearing Michael get ready for bed in the bathroom, taking off his makeup and changing into pajamas.

"Are you coming Michael?" I called him.

"Yep, right there" He said and came out of the bathroom, turning the lights off before he slipped under the blankets next to me. I sat up and turned on the light on my nightstand.

"Michael" I said and looked at him.

"Yeah?" He muffled into the blanket, his body facing away from me.

"Will you look at me?" I asked and stroked his back. He reluctantly turned around.

"You know...I haven't even noticed that you do this every night. You turn off the lights right after you take off your makeup." I said slowly and looked at his bare face. He looked perfectly sweet.

"Yeah that's just what I do" He shrugged and wanted to turn around again.

"No, Michael wait." I said and sat up, looking at him. Michael groaned and also sat up. I touched his cheeks, holding his face as he looked at me.

"You are incredibly handsome Michael. That makeup doesn't even make you look that much better" I giggled. "In all seriousness, you are beautiful like this. I promise you that." I smiled lovingly at him. I couldn't understand why he was insecure about his looks, even without makeup he had this angelic sweetness to him.

Michael chuckled. "Thank you. It's just a habit" He said and looked down at himself. "But then there's this crap" He got choked up a little, looking down at his chest. A few buttons on his pajama shirt were undone, revealing his white chest with some light brown patches over it.

I held is shoulder, pulling the fabric off of them, revealing his naked upper body slowly.

"Why are you worried about this?" I asked, letting my fingertips glide over the patches.

"Because...it's ugly" He sighed. I looked up at him and shook my head slowly.

"It's not ugly. It's like your body is a map..." I smiled and planted a kiss on a patch on his chest. "Lay down" I mouthed and he did.

"This makes you so special" I said as I kissed another patch while roaming my fingers along the side of his body, making goose bumps run across his skin. Michael's breathing began to be deeper and slower. He watched me closely.

"I just want to be perfect" He let out with sadness in his voice.

"That's ok. I understand that, but you also need to be happy this way. Just between you and me, I want you to be comfortable ok?" I smiled and kissed the last few patches on his belly. "You don't need to be perfect for me. Perfect is when you can completely let yourself go and not worry about a thing. I want you to be free with me, alright?" I said and looked up at him.

"That's...very sweet of you" Michael smiled and stroked my hair. "I just always worry what you secretly think. I know you would never say anything but..."

"What I secretly think?" I chuckled. "Oh you don't wanna know that" I smirked.

"What?" He shook his head in a grin.

"When I think of how you look, your body and all that...the only thing that comes to mind is... DAMN" I winked and grinned widely. "I'm just happy when you're right next to me and I can snuggle up close" I sighed and lay down, holding his arm.

"Really?" Michael smiled.

"Yes, really. Why were you wearing a shirt anyways, it's so warm in here. You're a man, you can sleep shirtless" I giggled.

"Well you should too" He looked at me cheekily as he removed his pajama shirt.

"We'll see about that" I rolled my eyes but he instantly attacked me with tickles. "HEY, stop!! Michael!" I squealed and turned around on the bed, trying to grab his hands.

"Are you going it?" He laughed and slipped his hands underneath my shirt. I shuddered from his touch and stopped fidgeting, just laying there trying to catch my breath as his hands roamed across my chest. "Hmmm" I swallowed and closed my eyes as his fingers slipped upwards, caressing my breasts. Michael bit his lips, looking into my eyes with his romantic gaze. His thumb slipped over my nipple and I jumped a little, which caused Michael to chuckle.

"Fine, take it off yourself" I smiled and raised my arms. Michael smirked and grabbed my shirt by the rim, pulling it over my head. I slung my arms around his warm upper body, pressing my naked skin against his.

"See, that's what it's all about" I sighed into his neck as he lay down and I snuggled into his chest on top of him. "Nobody's concerned about these patches" I whispered and run my fingertips over the side of his body where I knew he had a few.

"I love you" He whispered and took my hand in his.

"I love you more" I smirked and turned off the light on my nightstand. Michael just chuckled. "No you don't"

"I swear I'm not having this talk with you tonight" I chuckled silently, already falling asleep.

"Well you don't need to, cause I'm right" He smirked and held me closer.

"No you're not" I brought out seconds before my eyelids closed and I drifted off to sleep.

***

I woke up as Michael shifted around next to me, he had just woken up and was about to get up, but I held on to his arm.

"Wait" I yawned and held him. "Don't get up this quickly every day." I sat up and rubbed my eyes, white Michael lay back down in bed.

"Good morning first of all" I smirked.

"Good morning Susan" Michael smiled and wrapped his naked body in the fluffy, white blanket. I looked at him slowly, how he was lying there, his black curls messily spread out of the pillow, his naked upper body in the white sheets.

I smiled. These were the kinds of moment that I had to take in, I realized. I crawled on top of him and just looked into his eyes as he played with my hair.

"You know what Susan...you make me feel just...so full of love. I can't explain this" He smiled.

"I know how you feel baby" I smiled. " Let's just enjoy this moment" He wrapped his arms around me and pressed my against him.

"This is why I love you" He whispered and I felt his warm hand travel down my back, resting at the small of my back while a tear rolled down his cheek.

"You are nothing less than perfect Michael" I whispered. "And I know a good thing when I see it" I added and sat up on his hips again. Michael chuckled, looking at me with fascinated with those loving eyes and tucked a loose stand of hair behind my ear. "I do too" he whispered. "how many times can you save me Susan" He whispered and held my hand.

"As many times as you need me to" I smiled.

We spent another few minutes in bed, just snuggling with each other until Michael finally had to get up. He had to work at the studio, he was already working on his next album called Blood On The Dance floor. In midst all the trouble we had with trying to have a baby, he had released HIStory, which he was going to go on a tour for in the next months. We had planned out that he would be back right when I would give birth, and that was ok with me. I understood his busy life style now, which made me only appreciate him more when he was here.

Not long after Michael had left Neverland that day to work at the studio in Los Angeles with his producer and staff, I heard a guard knock at the glass door. I got up from the couch and opened the door.

"There's somebody at the gate. Are you expecting anyone?" He asked.

"No I'm not" I wondered. "Who is it?"

"It's Mrs. Presley. She's asking if she can come in, talk to Michael, but I told her he's not here. She wants to speak to you now."

My heart skipped a beat and I inhaled sharply. That could not be true! I had just forgotten about her!

"Uhm...I can't...no I don't want to speak to her, please..."I touched my forehead, pacing around frantically.

"Well she said she's not going to leave until she gets to speak to somebody, but I'm not going to open the gate if that's what you want" The guard said. "She's parked on the street outside now.

"God..."I let out and tried to recollect myself. If she was not going to leave, then Michael would bump into her as soon as he returned from the studio and that was the only thing that worried me more than talking to her myself.

"Alright, let her in. But...make sure she knows she can't stay long. And please... make sure somebody is watching what she's doing ok?" I asked.

"Understood" The guard said and left the house again. I bit my lip nervously and went outside to the patio, crossing my arms as I was waiting for her car to arrive. My heart was beating to fast. What was this about now?!

*** author's note***

it's getting juicy again! Anybody sensing what Lisa's here for? ;)