Imagine that you and Michael broke up about 6 years ago because an argument got out of hand. When you guys were together, you didn't have the chance to tell him that you were pregnant with his baby. You gave birth to a healthy baby son. You continued on with your career and raised your son on the side. When he would question you about who his father was, you always answered the same. You simply didn't know him. You didn't want your son to know that Michael was his dad because you weren't really sure what his reaction would be. Would he want to contact him? You seen that Michael has moved on and married Lisa Marie Presley. The thing was, he didn't seem to have that sparkle in his eye when he was with her. You then discovered that your son can dance. He always asked you if he could come on stage and dance by your side. So you decided to let him join you in your performance that you were supposed to do at the Grammy's. But what you didn't know, was that Michael was coming to the awards too. You were now in your dressing room waiting for someone to come and tell you that it's showtime. Your son was getting ready in his own dressing room next to yours. When the person came and you knocked on your son's door, he came out very excited.

"Are we going out now mommy?" he smiled brightly.

"Yes we are, now remember if you get nervous, just look at me and pretend we're alone in the dance studio just dancing for fun okay?" you adjusted your gloves.

"Got it," he replied.

You both walked out on stage and you started to sing your number 1 song called "Killing Me Softly with His Song"(song in the video).

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

And so I came to see him

To listen for a while

And there was this young boy

A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

You sang as you and your son danced all around the stage. He even sang some parts of the song. After you finished your performance, you seen Michael's eyes on you. His wife was sitting next to him. You and your son ran backstage and into your dressing rooms and got dressed in comfortable clothes. When you opened the door, your son standing right in front of you.

"Why was Michael Jackson looking at us like that?" he looked up at you.

"Remember when I said that I don't know who your daddy is?" You squatted down.

"Yes," he tilted his head.

"Well I know this might seem unbelievable but Michael Jackson is your daddy," you smiled.

"Really? I have a daddy? I have a daddy!!!!" he covered his mouth.

"Yes you do baby, but don't go up to him and hug him and call him dad. He doesn't know about you yet okay?" you fixed his hair.

He nodded.

Your son hugged you and went back to his dressing room and you heard him scream happily. You turned around and seen Michael walking to you.

"Why Michael! Long time no see," you greeted.

"Hello to you to Y/N," he hugged you.

"Where's your wife?" you hugged him back.

"She's sitting back in the crowd. I'm supposed to perform next. So who was that kid that was dancing with you on stage? By the way, great song," he complimented.

"Oh just my son, thank you," you replied as you let him go.

"Did you adopt him or something?" he let you go as well.

"Biological," you replied.

He nodded.

"How old is he?" he questioned.

"6 years old almost seven," you answered.

"You got a boyfriend right after me or something?" he inquired.

"Nope," you played with a strand of your hair.

His eyes widened. He pointed at your son's dressing room and then pointed at himself. You nodded. You started to walk away, but then you felt arms wrap around your waist.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered in your ear.

"Back then I was mad at you and I didn't want to see your face. Years after I wanted to tell you but I seen that you got married. I didn't want to ruin it," you explained.

"Oh," he let go of you.

Your son came out of his dressing room and went over to Michael and hugged him. He overheard your conversation. Michael hugged him back. Just then, Lisa came walking in.

"Hey Michael. Who's this?" Lisa put her hand on his shoulder.

"This is my son,'' he stated.

"Son?" she took her hand off.

"My son," he picked him up.

"Who did you have him with?" she crossed her arms.

Michael looked at you which caused Lisa to turn around.

"I thought you two weren't together anymore," she kept her arms crossed as she looked back at him.

Michael just stared at her. Your son came running into your arms after Michael put him down. Lisa took her ring off her finger and threw it. She walked off.

"See why I didn't tell you?"

"Our marriage was starting to die anyways. Honestly I never stopped loving you," he sighed.

You stared into each other's eyes. You leaned your heads in and engaged in a loving kiss. You pulled away.

"Please give me a second chance for me not to screw up again. Let's start over," he grabbed your hand.

"I have to admit, I never stopped missing you or loving you either. I think about you every day," you smiled.

You hugged each other for a few minutes.

"You know I'm still here right?" your son popped up in between your bodies.

You pulled your son into a group hug.

"Mr. Jackson it's time for your show," his manager walked up.

"I'm coming," Michael waved him away.

He looked back at you and his son. He kissed both of your heads and ran to his dressing room. Later after the awards were finished, you were going home together in one car. Michael took his ring off and threw it out of the window and kissed you. You all went to your mansion since Lisa still had all of her stuff at Michael's place. You were very happy to have a complete family instead of having a child and not having his father around. That night after your son went to bed, you both caught up with each other and you fell asleep in his arms.