Imagine that you just came home from work. When you opened the door, you expected Michael to come out and kiss and hug you for his hello as usual. But today, everything was quiet and dark. One of the maids saw that you had come home and rushed up to you.

"Y/N! Oh thank god that you're home! Michael has been very down since he came home from the studio. He won't talk to anyone. He's in the bedroom now and I'm not sure what he's doing. I went to ask him whats wrong and he won't give me an answer. He came home just a few minutes ago."

"Okay I'll just go and see whats going on and you could just take the rest of the day off okay?" you put your things down.

"Okay thank you," she walked away.

You walked into the bedroom and seen Michael under the covers crying. You walked over to his side of the bed and stroked his curls that were sticking out from the blanket. Michael peeked out of the covers. Once he seen that it was you, he hugged you from the waist and buried his face into your stomach.

"Oh baby please stop crying. What happened?" you leaned down to face him.

"I can't even say it. Watch the news I'm pretty sure they're talking about it. But please go into another room to do it, I don't want to hear it," he sobbed.

You kissed his cheek and went to the living room. You turned the TV on to the news and listened.

"King of pop Michael Jackson has been accused of child molestation. The little boy, Jordan Chandler, has claimed that this has been happening ever since they met. Police have decided to-"

You turned the TV off. You were done listening. You couldn't believe that something like this could ever happen to an innocent person, let alone Michael. You walked back into the room and laid next to him. You pulled him onto your chest and let him let it all out.

"I understand if you want to leave me. I know that you're probably disgusted and just want to go," he lifted his head from your chest.

"Baby I won't leave you just because of this. I know you're innocent. And no matter what happens, I will always love you. Yes I am disgusted but not with you, I'm disgusted that someone would actually accuse you of something like that. Now go ahead and sleep. I promise I will be here when you wake up," you kissed him.

You laid there for a few minutes and heard light snoring. You went ahead and fell asleep too. You both were soon awakened by some light knocks on the door. You answered and it was one of the maids saying that the police are here. You walked up to the front door and opened it.

"Hello what is this about?" you stood in the doorway.

"Ma'am I would like to speak with Mr. Jackson," the police officer answered.

"I'm his wife, so whatever you want to tell him, you can tell me," you stated.

"Miss, we have a warrant to do a strip search on Mr. Jackson so if you would just go and get him we could get this over with," he adjusted his hat.

"A what?"

"I believe you heard me," he put his hand on the door.

"You're mistaken, you aren't going doing anything to him. You also have no right to smart-mouth me. And if you want Michael, you have to go through me," you stayed where you were, blocking his path from getting inside.

"Ma'am I believe scare tactics don't work on us. See, I've been on the force for many years and I-"

You rolled your eyes and put him in an arm lock.

You whispered, "He's NOT going to do it. If you ever come back with this bullshit ever again, I'm gonna have to make you my bitch, sir."

You pushed him and made him fall to the ground and stumble away. You closed the door and walked back to the bedroom. You laid next to Michael once again.

"What did they want?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it," you kissed both of his cheeks, and then his lips.

"I love you," he held your hand.

"I love you more. I promise that we will get through this and be strong about it. Don't let this take you down, I will always stay by your side."

He smiled for the 1st time in hours. At this moment, he knew you were the one for him.