Alright, I'm back! I had so much fun! I've already been to France, but seeing Holland and Belgium was a totally new experience, and I loved it!

I got Purple Rain on Blu-ray and holy shit I've never seen Prince's face in such amazing quality 😍

I also went to Disneyland Paris, but I'm still mad they took Captain EO off. Like, why?

Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter, and don't forget to comment and vote!

There's also going to be a part in Luciano's POV, just wanted you to know. And this is how I always imagined him. Yes, it's Rafael (aka Justin Baldoni) from Jane the Virgin lol. I absolutely love that show!

Love you and missed you ❤️❤️

~ShoamEmily

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25th of March, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Angela: "Debbie," I growled into Michael's phone. "Hi."

"Oh, Angela, hi..." she said.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Uh, sure."

I rolled my eyes, "Why the fuck are you calling my husband?"

In the corner of my eye I saw Michael walking out of the bathroom.

"How's mother?" he smiled sweetly.

I snorted and ignored him. "Don't call him again, Debbie."

My husband's cheeks flushed red as I glared at him.

"Explain why she's calling you." I demanded.

"She just wants to know how the kids are doing, so she calls once in a while to check on them..." he lied.

"Stop lying to me," I said. "Does she have something to do with what you promised to tell me after AJ's born?"

Michael nodded.

"And you can't tell me now, right?"

"I don't know how you'll react when I tell you, and I can't risk you being stressed out again."

I sighed, "How bad could it be?"

"Pretty bad... Please, Angela, don't make me tell you."

If he's begging that can't be good.

Michael is one of the most reserved people I know. He won't reveal himself to everyone; it took him a long time to tell me certain things about him. When we started "dating", and even in the first month of our marriage, we barely talked.

The only communications between us was having sex all the time. I wouldn't have known anything about the allegations if I wasn't obligated to come with him, because he would never talk about it at home.

So now that he is literally begging not to tell me, after we've both opened up to each other and tell one another everything, I can't help but feel sorry I asked.

"Fine," I kept on my serious expression, although I wasn't mad anymore. "I can overlook that call, but only this once."

"Thank you." he came over and lay next to me.

I turned my back to him to show him I was still upset, but of course, he had to to wrap his arms around me.

"You still tired?"

"I'm not sure anymore." I sighed deeply.

"Why don't you get comfy under this blanket, and I'll go make you some hot milk to help you fall asleep?" Michael offered.

"Hot milk? I'm not a child, Mike."

"I'm just trying to help you sleep. Do you have anything else in mind to help you?"

"No," I huffed. "We can't have sex, and you know how that puts me to sleep right away."

Dr. Haring said that having sex might trigger labor again, and I wasn't going to risk it.

Michael laughed and tightened his grip on my body. "Oh, I know... Two rounds and you're knocked out cold."

Just thinking about him on top of me, his breathing slow as he thrusts inside me with a rhythm that was just right... And the face he makes when he's about to cum is the most sexiest thing ever.

"Stop thinking about me naked." Michael snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not." I said. It wasn't a complete lie. Picturing him naked was only a small part of it.

"Then why are you wet?" he smirked, sliding his long fingers inside my pants.

"Michael, stop, we can't do anything... I just got out of the hospital. We don't want anything to happen again."

"Right, we don't," my husband said, but the disappointment on his face was clear. "So let's just go to sleep and hope the kids don't wake us up."

"They will-"

"No, I'll call Grace and tell her to take them to your parents'. We can sleep for how long we want. Or at least you can, I have somewhere to be tonight."

"Where?" I asked, turning to him.

"Janet's," Michael rubbed my stomach gently. "She's having this little get together for the Jackson kids. Just the nine of us, well, ten, if you count Joe's daughter from an affair he had..."

He looked down, and it seemed like what he just said bothered him.

"Was it hard?" I quietly questioned. "Finding out you had another sister? How did your mother feel?"

"It wasn't pleasant, to say the least. Mother left the house and we didn't know what to do. We were truly scared that they'll get a divorce."

"You'd never do that to me, right? Cheat on me? Because I don't want our family to break apart, ever."

"Of course not, baby," Michael said, but something about his tone didn't feel right. "Why would I do that? You're the only woman for me. Even when you're cranky and annoying, I still love you."

Now he's just being cheesy again.

"And I still love you when you're cranky and annoying." I giggled.

He kissed me, holding me as tight as ever. "Let's sleep."

And we did sleep. I was cuddled to him as close as possible, while he drew small circles around my back.

~

Luciano: Rosa looked at me, a very shocked expression on her face.

"He did what?!" she yelled. "And you didn't even bother to tell her?"

"Rosa, I couldn't! He wouldn't let me in, and I didn't want to cause her anymore trouble than we already did! She almost gave birth, that's dangerous!"

"Oh, please, like you care about that baby she's carrying." my sister rolled her eyes at me.

"I do, Rosa. She's my niece, regardless of who her father is."

"You didn't care up until now."

Rosa was right, I didn't care about Angela's baby until now. But I had every right. Her father got on my nerves.

But knowing Rosa and I made her stress out and go into labor got me feeling a little guilty for not supporting Angela. And I missed her, after not talking to her for so long.

"I care now, Rosa. But that doesn't matter. I just came to tell you what I know. Just don't let Angela find out, okay? Michael's right, she doesn't need to know. At least until he tells her."

"And you believe him?" Rosa raised her eyebrows. "He lied before, what makes you think he didn't lie about that, too?"

"I really think he didn't mean to hurt her. All the things he's done to protect her..." I said.

"Or maybe he did all those things to protect his sorry ass, Luci."

"I don't know. Just don't tell her. She doesn't need that right now."

I grabbed my keys from her coffee table, and made my way to the door.

"I thought you wanted what's best for her, Luciano. And we both know Michael's definitely not it." Rosa told me when I turned the door knob.

"Maybe we were wrong about him, Rosa. I mean, think about it. Did you ever see Angela this happy?"

She nodded, "Yes, when Jake was in her life. He was perfect for her. And he never cheated on her, either. Or got another woman pregnant. Do you seriously want Angela to stay with that kind of man?"

"If he makes her happy, yes. I'll ignore it. Now you either suck it up, or we won't get to see her anymore, because I'm sure Michael won't let us, unless we apologize."

"I'd rather hide the truth and stay away from her instead of lie to her face."

"Fine, if that's how you want it," I sighed. "I'm going there right now to apologize. Because I can't live without my sister."

~

I pulled up the the big gates of Neverland. The guard approached me, taking off his sunglasses.

"Mr. Brown," he said, leaning against my opened car window. "I'm sorry, I can't let you in. Mr. Jackson said you and your sister aren't welcome here anymore."

"I know. But I'm here to apologize to Angela. Please, just call Michael, I'll convince him." I told him.

He squinted his eyes at me before taking out his phone and dialing a number.

"Javon, connect me with Mr. Jackson, please... It's his brother-in-law, he claims he needs to talk to him... Yes, I know the orders. Of course. I'll tell him." the guard sighed.

"Sorry. Can't let you in."

"But-"

"I have orders, Mr. Brown."

I groaned, "Please, I have to talk to my sister. She needs to know I'm sorry."

"Then call her. I am not risking my job just because you need to talk to your sister." the guard rolled his eyes.

Frustrated, I backed up and turned my car around.

~

When I got back to my apartment, I saw the girl that found her way into my bed last night, with one of my shirts on her body.

"Where have you disappeared?" she asked.

I tried remembering her name, but nothing came up. She was beautiful, though. I'm surprised I don't remember anything from last night. With that kind of face, I had to remember the sex, at least.

"I had a few things to sort out with my sisters," I answered. "Remind me how you got here last night, um...?"

"Britney. And we met at the bar down the street, then we came here."

I nodded.

"Do you always do this?" she said.

"Do what?"

"Have one night stands? I'm sure your wife would be pissed."

"I'm not married," I told her, making her raise an eyebrow. "But yes, it's like this every few days."

"35 and not married? How could that be? I mean, look at you."

I smirked. I really have to thank my mother for my Italian looks.

"Trust me, I'm not the guy to make a commitment." I rolled my eyes.

"Why not? You seen like a nice guy." Britney said.

I snickered, "Maybe I am, but marriage is definitely not my thing. Believe me, I will never go there. Both of my sisters were hurt enough from their husbands. Both their marriages went down the drain. I won't take that risk."

"Too bad. Anyways, I made food. You're welcome to eat."

Wow. "I've never cooked in that kitchen. You're the first person to ever do that. I usually order my food."

"I'm glad. Come on, I'm starving. Why did seeing your sisters take you so long?"

"I have a sister that lives like 3 hours away." I mumbled as I sat down.

Britney put pasta and meatballs in my plate. "Where does she live?"

"Neverland ranch." I said.

She burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," she giggled. "I thought you said Neverland ranch."

"I did. She's married to Michael Jackson."

"No way! Your sister is Angela Jackson?!"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"It's nice to know Michael Jackson's brother-in-law is good in bed." Britney winked.

I smiled slightly at her, and started digging into my food.

~

Britney was fast asleep after our fifth round, and I just lay there, thinking about how I blew it with my sister.

First I didn't support her marriage, then I blamed her for Jake's death when I clearly knew it's not her fault, and lastly I made her go into labor.

My niece could've died today. I can't even think of what might've happen to Angela if her baby died. And now I don't even know when I'll see Angela again.

I shook my head, hoping to maybe get some sleep after all the traveling I did today.

Not to mention it was weird that I had the same woman in my bed two nights in a row.

I sighed and closed my eyes, the started drifting off slowly.

~

Michael: I knocked on the door, waiting for Debbie to open.

Yes, I lied to Angela, again. I couldn't tell her I was going to see the mother of my child, especially not today when she just got out of the hospital.

"Hey," Debbie smiled, tightening the silk robe she was wearing around her. "It's good to see you."

I wish I could say the same.

She called last night, saying she needs my support. And I couldn't refuse, she's carrying my baby.

"What's going on, Debbie?" I asked as she let me in.

"I just need a little company, Michael. Please. I'm lonely..."

I sighed, "I guess I can stay for a while."

"Thanks. Would you like anything to drink? Wine, maybe? You could drink for the both of us." she chuckled.

"No, that's okay," I told her. "I'll just have water. So what did you have in mind that we could do?"

"Want to watch a movie? I have a great one."

"Sure. I'll make us popcorn."

"There are bags you can put in the microwave, in the cabinet above the sink! And if you could add some melted butter, that would be great!" Debbie said from the living room.

I smiled to myself. All these pregnancy cravings that I'm surrounded with are really starting to get on my nerves.

Once I got us a big bucket of popcorn and some drinks, I returned to Debbie's living room.

"So what are we watching?" I questioned while placing the popcorn in her lap.

"Men in Black." she smiled.

"Hey, wasn't that the movie we watched when-"

"When you asked me to try again. It just came out that week. And that same night I came to your hotel room and we made Paris."

I blushed at the memory. My life would not be the same without Debbie. I wouldn't have my baby girl if she wasn't around.

"I thought it would be appropriate to watch it tonight as we're expecting another baby." she told me.

"Yeah, it's great. Thanks." I kissed her cheek and leaned against the couch.

About halfway into the movie, I saw her small bump that started showing.

I gently placed my hand on it, and gave it a small rub. She gave me a tired smile. Before I knew it, she fell asleep.

I had no choice, so I picked her up and put her in bed.

"Please stay, Mike. I really need you." Debbie said quietly as I was to leave her bedroom.

"Debbie..."

"Just for tonight. I only want you to cuddle me like you did that night we made Paris."

Unwillingly (or maybe I was a little willing), I took off my shoes and got into bed with her.

~

26th of March, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Michael: I woke up from my ringing phone.

"What?" I groaned as I answered.

"Where are you?" it was Jermaine.

I rubbed my eyes, "Why?"

"Angela called, worried as hell, saying you told her you're at a family gathering, that I don't recall ever happened. She told me you didn't come home last night and asked if I knew where you are."

I sat up, finding myself still in Debbie's room.

"What did you tell her?" I asked, still a bit sleepy.

"That you stayed the night at my place." my brother answered.

"Good," I sighed in relief. "Thanks for covering for me. I owe you one, Jermaine. I'll talk to you soon."

I hung up and decided to leave before Debbie wakes up. But suddenly I felt a breeze I shouldn't have felt down there.

Looking under the sheets, I saw both of our naked bodies.

Last night's events came back to me. After I got in bed with her, she started saying she misses me. And then she kissed me, and I couldn't control myself. I kissed her back.

One thing led to another, so now I'm here, naked in my pregnant ex-wife's bed.

I felt sick to my stomach. I cheated on Angela, again, after I swore it wouldn't happen again.