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After going to bed and getting at least an hour of sleep, I woke up to use the bathroom. It was about 7 o' clock.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth. When I was finished, I went into Serenity's room to check on her. She was still asleep. I picked her up and took her downstairs.

Michael was still asleep which was odd because he is usually awake by now.

Maybe he is really tired.

I changed her diaper and went into the kitchen to make her a bottle. I pumped some milk from my breast and put it into the bottle, after I boiled the bottle in a pot on the stove. That's a way to make sure that the bottle itself and nipple is sanitary, or clean enough for her to drink out of.

"Stacey, can you take her while I take a shower. Michael is still asleep. When she cries, take her to him please." I said as I handed her Serenity.

"Sure, do you want me to bathe her, and dress her?"

"You can bathe her, let Michael dress her. He needs to wake up, and see about her anyways."she smiled at Serenity and said that she was a beauty. I thanked her and she asked

"Okay, anything else?"

I said "No, that will be all. Thanks for everything."

She smiled and nodded. I went upstairs and took my shower. When I got out, Michael was in the room playing with the baby.

He dressed her in some black tights with a fluffy pink and blue dress top. She looked so adorable.

"Look, there's mommy. Say hi mommy" Michael said as he gestured Serenity towards me to say hi.

I smiled and sat on the bed next to them. Michael looked up at me and smiled. He then leaned forward and kissed my lips.

"Babe, stop. Not in front of the baby." He looked at me crazy then laughed.

He said "Babe, she won't remember this. She can't even keep her eyes open. So why not?"

"Babe, just not in front of her, okay?" He sighed and said "alright." I looked at Serenity. She was asleep. Of course she's asleep, she was just born not to long ago. She's going to be like that for about three and a half, maybe four months.

She looks nothing like Michael and I. She looks more of my mother and nana, I can see some Katherine in her. She has a mixture of them all, that meaning she is very beautiful.

"You know, I was thinking." I said starring off into space.

"About what babe?" Michael asked, wanting to know.

"About Snickers. My parents, my grandfather. Your family.....us"

"What about us babe? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just thinking that since they didn't get to see her when she first got delivered, that they should all come over here and stay the night with her, while we go on a date."

"A date? Babe, I don't want her to get germs." I laughed at him and playfully hit his arm. "I'm serious babe. I don't want our daughter getting germs."

"She will not get germs Michael. Please, let's just do that. It'll be our very first date. Since you know, you never asked me out on one."

"That's a lie babe. I took you out to that one restaurant you love."

"But no one was in there, I want it to feel normal. I want to go out on a date with my boyfriend with people around, not just with only us, it'll only make it more normal if there were people around. Please babe?"

"Alright, but we need to go and get some more hand sanitizer, I want them to put it on as soon as they step foot in that front door, and when they pick her up. I don't want them kissing all over her face. I don't want them smothering her. She's only a day old."

"That's a bit extreme Michael, don't you think? And she is not a day old yet, she's only 9 hours. She was born at exactly 1:47am. 6pounds, 7ounces, 19inches long."

"Babe, how are you going to tell me, I was there when it happened. Did you forget already?"

"Nope. And if you hadn't been there, babe you would hate me."

"I could never hate you. I love you. Get dressed. I'm going to get Snickers and tell her everything and our rules."

I giggled "don't you mean your rules. Your very strict rules?"

"Yes, I do. Now, gimme a kiss."

"Michael, the baby."

"She's asleep babe, just a little peck."

"Fine." I leaned in and waited for Michael to do the same but he didn't.

"Babe, teamwork. You meet me half waaaaaay.....Michael stop it....Stop playing...Michael stop the baby is right here!! Stop before she g-gets hurt hahahah" Michael kept tickling me. I couldn't even breathe. I have no idea why he all of a sudden tickles me.

"Say I give babe"

"I can't breathe Michael."

"Say I give"

"I give!!!!" I was laughing historically and tried to catch my breath, he just wouldn't stop.

"Now, say I'm the best boyfriend in the whole wide world." Without even thinking about it I said it. I actually screamed it.

"YOU'RE THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!" I tried to say it without losing breath.

#FailedAttempt.

"Now, say I'm in love with Michael Jackson and he is the father of our beautiful baby"

I said it again. Well, screamed it.

"Now. Say yes to my question"

"What question, Michael I can't breathe please stop tickling meeeeee!!!!" I was laughing so hard that my face was red, hot and tears were coming from my eyes. Michael's eyes smiled and they filled with joy. He looked so adorably handsome.

I've always wondered how I got so lucky. I mean Michael has been there from the very beginning. He's helped me. Nurtured me. Held me. Loved me and so much more. I'm a very difficult person. I'm stubborn and I don't listen, but Michael has put up with me through it all. I give him his props. I love him.

"Will you make me the happiest man and go out to dinner with me?" I screamed so loud that the baby woke up and started to scream. Michael looked at her and and stopped tickling me. I sighed in relief because I was about to die.

Literally, I couldn't breathe.

He plays so much!!

I was breathing hard and once I finally caught my breath, I told him "see if she needs changing again." He did and she did not need it. She couldn't have been hungry because she just ate.

"Sing. Sing to her Michael."

Michael looked at me then frowned.

"You want me to sing to her?"

"Yes. Sing to her."

"What song?"

"Umm...IJCSLY"

"Alright."

He cleared his throat and started:

"Each time the wind blows I hear your voice so, I call your name. Whispers in morning our love is dawning, Heaven's glad you came. You know how I feel this thing can't go wrong. I'm so proud to say I love. Your loves got me high, I long to get by. This time is forever, love is the answer." I began to sing along with him, which pretty much shocked the life out of him.

"I hear you voice now, you are my choice now, the love you bring. Heavens in my heart, at your calls I hear harp and angel sings. You know how I feel this thing can't go wrong I can't live my life without you"

"I just can't hold on, I feel we belong. My life ain't worth living, if I can't be with you. Oh, I just can't stop loving youu. I just can't stop loving you. And if I stop, then tell me just what will I do? Cause I just can stop loving you.

At night when the stars shine, I'll pray in you I'll fine a love so true yeah. When morning awakes me, will you come and take me? I'll wait for you. You know how I feel. I won't stop until I hear your voice say "I Do."

"I do"

This thing can't go wrong, this feeling so strong. Well my life ain't worth living if I can't be with you." we both sang that verse. We stopped singing and looked into each others eyes.

I looked down at Serenity and she was starring back at me for the first time. I smiled and looked into her eyes. She most definitely has Michael's eyes no doubt about that. She actually calmed down from crying. She must've loved our singing.

Michael picked her up and kissed her on the lips. I did the same and moments after that we both kissed.

"We will always share our love with you pumpkin. You are the very best present your mommy and I has ever asked for. As a matter of fact, you're not a present, you're a blessing. Now, when your family relatives come over today and they touch you and you can't smell this scent," he pulled out a small bottle of hand sanitizer.

"Where did you get that?" I asked completely confuse by the fact that he keeps hand sanitizer in a dresser. I pulled out my camera and recorded Michael, this will one day be a very joyful an loving memory.

"Been had this. Anyways, as I was saying, before mommy interrupted," I hit his arm and he laughed. He continued. "you smell this" he put the bottle to her nose so she can smell the scent. I continued to record "If any of them pick you up, and you don't smell this scent, I want you to cry very loud, and if their lips don't feel like mommy's or daddy's cry too. Okay pumpkin? Can you do that for daddy?"

She blink twice and did a baby noise indicating that she understood daddy.

Michael laughed, like a surprised laugh, a laugh that was so contagious, that I joined him.

"Babe, that was so adorable. I'm glad we got that on camera." I said as I put the camera on it's stand to capture all of us.

"Babe, c'mon we have to get dressed."

~~Later that day~~

We are out at the mall, which Michael had closed down only for us. I complained about it but then said forget it. He had to do this for his safety. Didn't want to get bum-rushed or anything.

"Babe, this dress looks absolutely beautiful. Try this on." He said holding out a black and blue tight, mid thigh length dress. It was gorgeous. The blue on the dress was really sparkly like a sequen type thing.

"Can we go home Michael? I want to go home." I felt a weird feeling in my stomach.

Was it fear? No, what am I fearing? There's nothing to fear

Was it my nerves? Was I nervous?

What for. I hadn't done anything wrong.

So what was this feeling? A feeling that I've felt before when I'm sleeping, but this is a scarier feeling. A feeling of danger. A feeling I've had my many nights with an abusive Zack. A feeling that I hate.

I grabbed Michael's hand tightly and he looked at me, while his other hand rest in his pants pocket.

"Babe, why do you want to go home? I wanted to buy you this dress. Do you like this ring?" He continuously ignoring the fact that I'm uncomfortable. I do not want to be here right now. Something's not right.

"Yes, it's beautiful. Can we leave?"

"Babe, no. We are not leaving. We are here to spend time together, enjoy each others presences and love each other."

I let go of his hand an walked ahead of him. He of course chased after me and told Bill and Mike, his bodyguards, to back off. Once they were out of sight, Michael gripped me by my waist.

"Let me go. I need to get home to our daughter. Michael I want to go home."

"Babe, please stay a little longer. Please."

"Michael no. Take me home. Please Michael."

"Buttercup, I love you. Please stay a little longer." He spoke in a low sexy voice that I never resist against and he called me buttercup. I sighed and nodded my head. Giving in.

I guess I can try and forget about this uneasy feeling I'm feeling.

"Now, c'mon and let's go look at those beautiful rings we saw. I want to give you the promise ring I had made. It's really beautiful babe. Let's go see. Shall we?"

"Yes Michael" without further ado, Michael kissed me and led me to the ring store, or whatever it was called.

I wasn't paying much attention. I was to busy looking over my shoulder every two minutes.

"Hello Mr. Jackson. Are you in for the ring?" The man at the front desk asks in an well mannered voice. Almost sounds a bit fake to me. I looked at him good.

He had really pale skin, dark gray eyes, white hair, he had on a really nice business suit, might I add the fact that he had a tattoo on the back of his head. It was a weird looking tattoo.

I started to question him.

"What's your name?"

"James Cotter."

"How old are you?"

"I'm of age ma'am."

"How'd you get this job?"

"Same way most people does ma'am. Umm, may I ask why you are asking me these things?"

"No you may not. Now, who do you work for?" It was then, at that very question, he tensed up. His eyes filled with guilt and his nose flared, like mines did when I was highly pissed off.

He cleared his throat. "Mr. Jackson, if you don't mind now, I'm going to get the rings." And with that he left. I never took my eyes off of him, not even the second he went to his phone and called someone. I tried to listen to the conversation, but Michael was talking to me. I tried ignoring Michael but he only got louder and louder until I looked at him to see what he wanted.

"What!!"

"Why are you being rude again?"

"I'm not being rude Michael. I was just asking him questions. I wanted to know," oh, how I love this moment. I'll make him jealous. "He is kinda cute looking. Just before he left, I was going to ask for his number. Do you by any chance have it Michael?" He glared at me then smiled.

"Of course I have it. It's 1-313-your-mine!! Of course I have his number. I'm not going to give it to you. Fee stop playing with mean and give me your hand." With a confused look, I gave him my hand.

"Now, repeat after me. With this ring, I promise to love, cherish and keep you with me for forever. I promise to respect and listen to Michael, I promise to do all of the right things and what's best for Michael and our now 12 hour old daughter, Serenity." I looked at him, in his eyes, and repeated every word. He did the same to himself and we left the store.

I stopped and looked back at the man. He was starring at me evilly and grinning like he knew something was up. I gave him the finger, and he laughed at me, taunting me.

As we exit the store, we came upon this beautiful dress shop. I don't know what Michael thinks he's doing, but we are not about to stop at every store.

"Michael, let's go home."

"After we go in here and get you more things you want."

Really? He must not know me.

"Michael, I do not need anything else. This dress and ring is enough. I want nothing more than to go home. Materialistic things don't matter to me. They never did and you should have notice this by all of the gifts you given me. From the necklaces, to the bracelets, and clothing. If you haven't noticed Michael, I wore none of it but this ring. I can buy my own things babe, I don't want you spending money on me at all. If you do anything, spend it on Serenity. Sure she wouldn't mind."

He looked at me and walked into the store like I hadn't just said a word to him. I rolled my eyes, irritated by him and walked into the store. He was talking with a lafy who worked here, more like whispering things to her. I couldn't hear anything they were saying. So I walked up to them. He looked at me, I knew that look anywhere, and I was not about to give in.

"Babe, I'm going to help you put this dress on. I wanna see how you look in it." He grabbed this purple and black cocktail dress off of a random rack, and went into the dressing room. I gave the lady a weird look. You know what she did, she smiled, smirked at me and gave me a knowing look, like she knew what was about to happen next.

Feeling a little irritated and missing my daughter, I decide to try the dress on but not buy it and go straight to this date with Michael.

"Um, excuse me maam, but Mr. Jackson is in this private dressing room. He wanted me to take you here, instead of the public dressing rooms." The lady said as she grabbed my arm and led me to the 'private' dressing room.

When I walk in, it is dark. No lights no nothing. "How am I suppose to see--" before I could even turn ask the way around to address the lady, she was gone. "Where the hell did she go that fast?" I questioned myself. 

Next thing I know, is that I'm being pulled into the darkness by these big hands. I knew it was Michael. The door slammed shut and I heard the clicking of the lock.

"Can we seriously get out of here, and go Michael, or to the date?" A light turned on revealing a very naked chest. I knew the skeleton structure like the back of my hands. It was Michael.

"No baby girl, you are here for an experience." He seductively said as he walked up to me.

"An experience? Boy, the only experience you will be getting is a slap to the face if you don't get me out of here now." I walked up to the door and tried opening it, but it wouldn't budge. I started to p pull on it, and it still wouldn't open. I screamed because I was getting angry at this damn door for not opening when I wanted it to. " Michael, unlock this fucking door. I want to go."

"That's strike one." He warned.

Not this shit again. I honestly can't stand him right now. He is getting on my last nerve.

I will cuut him. ( in bon qui qui voice)

I cleared my throat, and in my most well mannered voice I said ''excuse me sir, would you be a kind gentlemen and let thy out of here. Please?"

Before he could even utter a single word, the lights went out, and I get hit really hard in the back of my head, knocking me out. Before I got knocked out, I heard Michael screaming my name. It was in a scared, worried tone.

***

When I came to, I looked at my surroundings. I had no idea as to where I was, but I knew it wasn't with Michael. I was tied down to a chair. I struggled to get free, but I was tired down pretty tightly. There was no way I was getting out. The first thing that ran through my head, was my daughter. I only pumped enough milk that'll last her until the morning. I need to get home to her, Michael doesn't know what he's doing, I mean he does, but I'm usually up with her in the middle of the night. I can feel when she's in pain or when she needs her diaper changed. I need to get home to my family.

"Hello?" I called out, but got no response. The back of my head was tender and hurt. The pain was unbearable, and everything started to spin. It was getting hard to see. Things got blurry really fast and fuzzy looking. I felt another hit on my head, but this time it didn't knock me out, it only made things worst for me. I couldn't remember how I got here, or what happened. I kept feeling hits after hits, after hits in the same spot on the back of my head. The last blow to the head, knocked me out cold. Before I got knocked out with the last blow, a figure appeared in front of me. It was a familiar figure. It was a male. He said

"All I ever wanted was to be with you. You've given everyone a second chance except for me. You've even given Zack a second chance. And I can't get one? You're about to start a family with Michael Jackson, but when we talked about starting a family and being together, you never gave me the time of day. You're going to regret the day you met me baby, and I'm going to make you regret you ever deciding to leave your precious daughter alone at night. I'll do you and Michael a favor, by doing what you did to your other three children that was supposed to be here before the newborn. I'll make you miscarry her, only this time, I'm going to be the one killing it."

So who do you guys think it is?? So soory for the late post, I had to rewrite this chapter like twice already. I was very upset when I had to because I didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer. Please vote and give me lists and lists of comments. I need feedback and more motivation. Vote asp is know if you want me to continue this book or not. thank you guys and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.