Hey my lovely readers!

AHH! I can't believe I actually finished this chapter! It took me almost 11 months and you know how sorry I am for that. Hope you don't hate me lol

But since I've been home for a whole fucking month I guessed I should try to write. So here you go!

I love guys so much, stay healthy, stay safe, and STAY HOME! Social distancing is important, guys.

Anyways, enjoy this chapter ❤️ I'll try to update again soon but there are no promises.

~ShoamEmily

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21st of July, 2008
Michael is 49, Angela is 44

Angela: "Mommy!"

I groaned internally when Blanket called my name. I literally just sat down, after changing both AJ's and Leo's diapers and putting both of them for a nap.

"Mommy, mommy!" my step-son ran to me. "Can we go in the pool? Pleaaassse!"

"Maybe later, okay?" I said.

"But daddy promised me..."

I sighed, "Hopefully, daddy will come back soon enough and he'll take you. I just need a few minutes to-"

"Mom! Prince and Eric are being annoying again!" Lily yelled from the top of the stairs, stomping down angrily. "Paris and I are trying to watch 'Hannah Montana' and they keep stealing the remote! We tried telling them to stop but they're not listening."

And my few minutes of peace are gone. Where is Michael? He said he'd be back 30 minutes ago.

I was getting worried, too. This still was his first time alone since he woke up. Before going to help my daughter I tried calling my husband again but had no success.

On my way up the stairs with Lily, we bumped into Adam, one of our many bodyguards.

"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Jackson." he smiled slightly.

"No, it's okay," I said. "Lily, honey, go upstairs. I'll be right there."

My daughter groaned but listened anyway.

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

"Yes. Do you know where my husband is? He's not answering his phone and I'm getting worried..."

The bodyguard quickly averted his eyes from mine. "Uh no, I just know he went out with Javon."

"Don't lie to me, Adam."

"Uh, well, Javon said they're going somewhere in LA, and mentioned a prison, I think."

My face fell, "What? Are you sure?"

The bodyguard nodded. I felt my heart beating faster realizing what Michael was doing. And although it warmed my heart that he wanted to protect me like that, I knew what Danny was capable of and I was scared for my husband.

Quickly, I took out my phone and dialed my husband's number.

"Mrs. Jackson, if Javon finds out I told you, I'm fired-" Adam started but I cut him off.

"I'll make sure you aren't."

Michael cleared his throat, "Hello?"

"Please don't be where I think you are." I begged.

"I'm not," he mumbled. "I'm on my way back from there."

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm actually the one who punched him..."

I sighed in relief. "Oh, Mike."

"Listen, Angela, I'll be home in an hour and we'll talk. Alright?" he said.

"Yeah, yeah... Just drive safely." I told him.

He promised he would and hung up.

At least he's okay.

~

Michael: I hissed as Angela dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball into my bruises.

"Michael, stop moving, I can't treat you if you move all the time." she said and threw the cotton ball in the trash.

She went on to bandage my hand.

"I'm sorry. For going." I told her.

"Michael," Angela sighed. "You don't need to be sorry. I know you did this because you were worried. I'm not mad, just disappointed that it came to this."

She kissed my cheek and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. I returned the hug, relieved that she wasn't mad.

"So what did the son of a bitch want?" my wife asked after we pulled away.

Her eyes were shining with tears that threatened to spill.
Poor thing. I should've killed that douchebag.

"You shouldn't worry about that now. I handled him, he won't call you anymore." I told her.

Angela nodded and wiped her tears. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

She came close to me again, her lips just inches from mine.

"I love you, you know that, right?" she whispered. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't know how I'll survive without you. Promise you won't leave me again."

"I'm not going anywhere, Angela." I reassured, wiping another tear that rolled down her cheek.

My wife closed the gap between us. Our lips moved in sync and I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, those flashes came again.

We were on a beach. I could see Prince, Paris, Lily, and Eric running close to the water. They were laughing so loudly. It looked like Luciano and Britney were there with them, too.

"Hey." Angela smiled as she came from their direction.

Her hair was wet but was beautifully wavy and it looked like she just got out of the sea.

She sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around me, "Thank you for taking us here. I love this place. I love you."

"I love you more." I told her.

"Hmm, not possible." Angela hummed and rested her head against my shoulder.

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "How about I take you inside and prove it to you?"

She giggled. "You can't, because it's simply impossible for you to love me more than I love you."

My beautiful wife pulled herself up so she'd straddle me and kissed me passionately.

I closed my eyes and gave into her.

My eyes opened as Angela broke the kiss,  but instead of her usual loving eyes, I was met with her blue orbs that showed nothing but pain.

She broke down in my arms and cried until she couldn't cry anymore.

~

We stayed in bed together for the rest of the day.

Angela wouldn't let me go and I honestly didn't want to let her go, either. So we lay in bed and I let her take it all out.

"Do you ever think about what would've happened if we never listened to Jake?" I asked her.

"Yeah, my life would've been much easier." she chuckled.

"Ouch."

"It was a joke, Mike."

"I know," I cracked a smile. "But do you ever think about why he wanted it to happen?"

"Of course. I think he just wanted me to be... safe, if he would pass away. And he thought I'd be safe with you. If that's the case, he was right." she said.

"He was always right."

"Yeah."

There were a few moments of silence before I spoke again.

"I think I remembered something before," I made her look at me. "When you kissed me. We were on a beach, I think... And Luciano and Britney were there. You looked so beautiful. So happy. Happy like when I took you on our first date."

Angela's eyes watered with tears but they were happy ones this time. "I remember that day. We went on a family vacation to Italy and after spending some time with my family in Sorrento we traveled to Venice. It was magical. That same night we made Leo."

I blushed and she definitely noticed.

"I love how flustered you get." my wife laughed loudly.

"Oh, shush," I rolled my eyes. "Maybe I'll take you on another vacation. You need to unwind."

"We both do."

"Yeah. After my appointment next week we'll go."

She ran her thumb over my cheek before kissing me again, "I'd love that."

~

27th of July, 2008
Michael is 49, Angela is 44

Michael: "Just a couple more minutes, Michael." Dr. Moore was heard.

I sighed and watched as the huge MRI machine spun around me.

After the scan was done, we went to Dr. Moore's office.

"So, Michael, how are you feeling?" he asked as we sat down.

"I'm good." I answered.

"No headaches lately?"

"Actually, no, I haven't had them for a while."

"That's good," the doctor smiled. "And what about your memories?"

I opened my mouth to speak but Angela beat me to it. "He's been getting some back, like little moments, but he doesn't remember anything big."

"Well, that's great, actually... At least we know you're making progress."

"Doc, do you think I could fly? Because we want to go on a vacation but I didn't know if I can even get on a plane." I said.

"I don't see why not, you seem strong enough. Just nothing too far away, alright?" Dr. Moore instructed.

Angela squeezed my hand and grinned.

"Thanks, doc."

"I'll see you next time, yeah?"

We shook hands, leaving his office, then got into the car.

~

29th of July, 2008
Michael is 49, Angela is 44

Angela: I walked into Michael's office when he was just getting off a call.

He was busy the last couple of days, saying he's taking care of our little vacation we wanted to go to.

"Thank you so much, Carla," he smiled. "That's great. I'll see you tomorrow. Again, thank you."

"Who's Carla? Should I be worried?" I asked jokingly.

He chuckled, "You kinda should be, we're leaving tonight."

"Tonight?! Michael, how the hell are we gonna get nine kids ready for a full on holiday by tonight?!"

"The kids aren't coming with us."

"Oh..." I raised my eyebrows. "So, just us?"

Michael stood up from behind his desk and came over to me. His caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips. "Just us."

I could feel my cheeks burn. Even though he was still not fully himself he seemed to know how to get to me. My eyes never left his and he smiled again. I melted a little inside.

"I, uh... We better go pack, then." I whispered.

"We probably should." he whispered back, his lips just inches from mine.

I couldn't handle it anymore. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. My lips crashed onto his and moved hungrily.

"Mmhm, Angela," he moaned. "I'd love to continue this-"

I cut him off with another kiss, "So shut up."

"Honey, listen, we really do have to get ready."

I sighed and let go of him. "Fine, but you owe me."

With that, I left his office, with the biggest grin on my face.

~

30th of July, 2008
Michael is 49, Angela is 44

Angela: "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Michael told me.

We were about two hours into our flight. I had no idea where we were going, obviously, as Michael wouldn't tell. All I knew was that he told me to pack warm.

"Can I get you anything else, Mrs. Jackson?" a flight attendant asked and handed me a glass of water.

"No, thank you. Where did Michael go?" I said, noticing he was gone for too long.

"Oh, I believe Mr. Jackson said he was going to take a nap."

I thanked her and stood up, making my way to the back of the private jet where there was a little bedroom.

"Mike?" I knocked slightly on the door. When there was no answer I quietly opened it.

My husband was laying in bed with his bare back turned to me. I could see his body go up and down as he breathed steadily.

After removing everything but my undergarments, I got into bed next to him. It was so warm under the covers.
I wrapped one arm around his torso and put my lips to his skin. I loved that I could finally be this intimate with him.

And just like that, I could feel my eyes grow heavy.

~

Michael: I woke up from a little air pocket that shook the plane.

I sighed in relief when I realized that it was nothing and I could go back to sleep. But then I noticed Angela who was had her arm around me.

Gently, I removed her arm and turned to her so I could look at her beautiful face. Without even thinking about it, I placed a kiss on her lips. And then another one on her cheek, her ear, her jaw.

"Mmhm, Michael, that tickles." she giggled groggily.

"Do you want me to stop so we can go back to sleep?"

"No..." she opened her eyes and kissed me. "You do owe me for earlier."

"I do..."

With that, I kissed her again. My fingers worked to take off her bra and it was soon on the floor. As I traveled down her body with my lips I could feel her breath hitch.

Her inner thighs were next to be kissed and she hissed. "Michael, please, stop teasing..."

"Shh..." I whispered and removed her panties in one swift motion.

Angela grabbed my hair as soon as my lips came in contact with the sensitive skin of her entrance.

~

Angela: "M-Michael..." I could barely speak as my husband worked wonders with his tongue.

My high was building up and I grabbed his hair harder, trying to cling onto dear life.

He noticed I was about to climax for sure because he quickly stopped and pulled his briefs off.

"FUC-" I almost screamed when he pushed himself inside me, but he cut me off with his lips. My muffled moaned filled the room as I reached my high.
"I love you, Michael." I panted into his mouth.

"Shit, Angela, I'm gonna-"
But before he could finish, he hurried to pull out and release everything on my stomach with a loud groan.

Michael collapsed next to me with a smile on his face. "Well, I don't owe you anymore."

"Where the hell did that come from, Mike?" I laughed slightly.

He simply shrugged, saying he was going to clean up and that I am more than invited to join him.

~

"I can't believe you took me to Alaska." I gaped at the beautiful mountains that spread outside of our moving car.

"We did say we have to unwind. I thought going off-the-grid for a bit would be nice." Michael smiled.

"Thank you, it's the perfect getaway." I smiled back.

After a while of driving, we finally arrived at a pretty large wooden cabin. The bodyguard that accompanied us on this trip carried our bags in, saying he will be in the little cabin just about half a mile from us.

Once we were alone, Michael dragged me to the living room where there was a huge window so we could look out to the beautiful landscape.

"This is amazing, Mike." I said when he wrapped his arms around me.

I leaned up to give him the longest kiss I could give him. He knows exactly what I need. I love him so much.

This was going to be the most perfect week.