"Arrgh," you scream in annoyance as you flip your hair upside down and back up again. "What is up with my hair today?"

Michael then comes running upstairs, full of excitement. "Guess what?" he beams and kisses your cheek.

"What?" you attempt brushing out your hair.

"Well, my beautiful wife and i," he kissed you again, "are going to go somewhere special, just you and me." He wraps his arms around you from behind.

"Ooh, yay, fun," you say sarcastically.

"Aren't you excited? No press, no people, no B.S."

"Where the hell is my mascara!?" you screech, looking around the room, rummaging through things.

"Sweetheart, calm dow-"

"No! I will not calm down, Michael! I am in the middle of a crisis here. My hair is fucked up, i can't find my lotion, i don't see my eyeliner anywhere and-"

"Honey, relax. Listen, i was also going to tell you that," he hold up your eyeliner, "i ran out and i needed to use some before my show. Here." He hands it back to you. "Sorry for using it without your permission."

"UGGGHHH MICHAEL I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES NOT TO-" but you stop screaming when you see his eyes watering up.

"M-Michael?"

He then starts sobbing and you instantly feel bad. "Oh, no, no, i'm so sorry Michael, please forgive me?"

He sniffles. "I-I understand, you just scared me."

"God, i'm a monster. I didn't have to react like that. Now, am i forgiven?"

"Yeah, of course you are." You both kiss.

"How about that trip you were telling me about?"

Michael smiles and nods his head.

♡