8th of October, 1992
Brooklyn and Janet are 26, Michael is 34

Janet: I knocked on the front door at the main house at Neverland.

I was hoping to see my brother, but one of his housemaids opened it.

"Ms. Jackson, welcome. He's upstairs." she said.

"In their room?" I asked, taking off my jacket.

She shook her head, "I have no idea. I just know he's upstairs."

I nodded and made my way through the house.

I've had enough of his and Brooke's fighting. They seriously need to work their shit out.

Climbing up the stairs of Neverland, I was determined to lecture him, just like I did with Brooklyn.

When I reached the last step I saw the room at the end of the big hall open wide.

I sighed, approaching it quietly.

~

Michael: I opened my eyes at the sound of someone coming up the stairs.

I looked around the too familiar white nursery and took a deep breath.

I have spent the last six days here. Each day made me feel worse, but I couldn't get myself to leave. At least the rocking chair is comfortable.

Brooklyn still wasn't here, and that made it even more horrible. I needed her comforting embrace.

I looked at the little pink onesie that I held close to my chest.

A knock on the door made me jump; Janet stood there, looking pissed.

Yet her eyes had a bit of sympathy in them.

She entered, "I thought you cleared out this room."

"Brooklyn didn't let me." I told her.

"Looks like she knew why, too. How long have you been in here?"

"Since I came back."

My little sister sighed as she sat on the floor across from me.

"I'm honestly tired of your fighting, Mike. And this time it's really stupid." she mumbled.

"So playing with my feelings is something stupid now?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Ugh, she didn't mean for it to come out like that. You know how hard it's been for her since you lost the baby. Try to understand why she's feeling guilty about wanting another child." she said.

I did understand. But it still didn't make up for the fact that my wife gave me hope for nothing.

And Janet trying to meddle with it didn't make me happier, either.

"You know I love you, Dunk, but you really need stay out of my wife's and I's personal business."

She rolled her eyes though I know I hurt her feelings a bit, "I'm your sister, and she's my best friend. If you two won't try to work it out, then I will."

My little sister looked at me, confused.

"What are you holding?" she asked and pointed at the hand that held Destiny's onesie.

"It's nothing." I said.

"Michael, show me." she demanded.

"No."

Janet had a smug look on her face when she stood up and walked towards me.

"Show me." she held out her hand.

I shook my head.

"Okay," she smirked. "I'll have to take it, then."

She sat on my lap and started tickling me.

"N-no, J-Janet, stop!" I tried pushing her away.

"HA!" she smiled victoriously when she snatched the onesie from my hold.

Janet's face changed from being cheerful to sad in a second.

"I love my mommy?"

I nodded, "Brooke was having doubts about being a mother, so I got her this."

The memory made me smile sadly.

We both needed to move on from the loss of our baby, we knew it would be for the better. It was the one thing that constantly tore us apart the past year.

It seemed like we did; like Brooke did.

Or maybe you just chose to ignore your own pain.

"I'm the stupidest guy on earth." I hid my face in my hands.

"Now that's something we can both agree on." Janet chuckled.

I looked up at her amused face.

"How did you come here?" I questioned.

"With my car." she showed me her car keys.

"Can you take me to her?"

~

Janet knocked on Joshua's house door, me standing behind her.

"Jan!" Brooklyn said excitedly when she opened it.

They hugged, and she finally saw me. She looked both surprised and relieved.

"You're here." she breathed.

I smiled, "Yeah."

"You need to talk. The two of you need closure, because you can't run away every time something like this happens. Both of you are grown, married, people that can fix things together." my sister said.

"Fine, let's talk." Brooke sighed.

My heart fluttered at her agreement. I honestly didn't think she even wanted to hear from me after I yelled at her.

She offered me her hand, which I gladly took.

My wife pulled me into her dad's house and took me up the stairs to her old bedroom.

"There are so many memories from this room," I said, looking around. "Our dance lessons, my marriage proposal. It all seems like yesterday."

She sat on the bed, crossed her legs, and looked down at her hands, "Don't forget our first kiss."

I nodded and walked over to the familiar record collection she always had, picking out a record to play for her.

~

Brooklyn: I watched Michael as he neatly placed the record on the player.

'Something' by the Beatles started swiftly playing.

I shook my head and tried to hide a smile.

"Let's dance, babe. And if you want me to, I'll even propose again." he said.

I looked up at him, his smiling self being irresistible.

He helped me off the bed and pulled me very close to his body. My arms instantly wrapped around his neck. He swayed us slowly from side to side.

We stayed like that for a few moments, just listening to the song.

"Are you still mad?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"No," he sighed. "I was never mad, just upset."

"That's a lie and we both know it."

I remembered the way he clenched his jaw and fists, the way he raised his voice on the plane back. It sent shivers down my spine to just think about it.

Michael then broke into tears on my shoulder.

"I am so, so, sorry." I whispered to him, and felt a few tears of my own roll down my cheeks. 

He was in pain. A lot of pain. Most of the time I felt like I was the cause for his pain. It was true, too.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you the way I did, because I know how you feel now, I do," he cried. "I still can't believe she's not here with us right now. While you've been letting out your grief and pain, I was avoiding mine. But we can't bring her back, and that's the most awful thing about it. I just need you to know that it's completely fine if you're scared to have another child. I was just being an asshole."

"An asshole who has feelings that I totally forgot about." I smiled.

I heard him chuckle through his tears.

"I'm... I'm ready to move on from her, if you are." I told him. 

It was going to be hard, but we both needed it.

Destiny's gone, and there's nothing we can do about it. Absolutely nothing.

My husband nodded into my shoulder before pulling away.

"If we're really doing this, we need to clear out the nursery, completely." he said, wiping his tears.

I inhaled deeply. It was something I couldn't imagine doing, ever.

"Okay."

He smiled and I could hear the last of George Harrison's vocals sing as the track ended.

Michael grabbed my face, and pulled me into a long, lustful, kiss.

My hands were around his torso as I felt his travel under my shirt. He was probably caught in the heat of the moment, too, because soon enough my shirt was pulled over my head.

I unbuttoned his shirt as he took us to the bed.

"I love you, Michael." I said to him as he gently put me down.

He put his lips on mine again, "And I love you, Brooklyn."

"No more fights?" I held up my pinky finger.

"No more fights." he linked mine with his.

"And can we agree to focus on us from now on?"

"I'll show exactly how we'll be focusing on us from now on." my husband smirked.

I smiled happily and unclasped my bra, letting him kiss me all over my neck, chest, and stomach.

I reached down to his slacks to unbutton them as well, only to be interrupted by my dad's voice.

He knocked on the door, "Brooklyn, Michael, are you in here?"

Michael stopped instantly, turning red.

"Yeah, dad! We'll be right down!" I said quickly.

I heard my father's footsteps go down the stairs and sighed in relief.

My husband let out an embarrassed laugh before hiding himself in my blanket.

"Were we really going to have sex in your childhood room? With your dad here, and my little sister, too? We're awful." he murmured.

"If you're as impatient as I am, we could always go for a quickie..." I trailed off.

I could tell he liked the idea, because he stripped himself out of his pants and briefs, fast.

I did the same, and soon enough he positioned himself on top of me.

"W-wait, Mike," I stopped him when I felt him close my entrance. I reached out a hand to open a drawer in my old nightstand and took out a condom. "Wear it."

He sighed but did as he was told.

I wasn't taking any chances, and being me, I never took birth control. The whole reason this moment was happening was because I couldn't take the chance to be pregnant.

Before I realized it, Michael slammed himself inside me, making me moan his name.

He hurried to shut me up by kissing me.

~

Janet: "Where are they?" I asked Joshua as he came down the stairs.

"Still talking." he answered.

"Would you like anything, Janet?" he offered, motioning me to follow him into the kitchen.

This place was like a third home for me, Brooklyn and I spent our entire childhood either here or at my parents' house. So I knew I could really feel at home here.

"Any alcoholic drink would be nice, really. Those two are sucking the life out of me." I said.

He laughed in agreement at my comment, and poured me some red wine. For himself, he poured some scotch.

My father-in-law studied my face, "How did the both of you grow up so fast?"

I shrugged and drank the wine, letting the bitter-sweet taste fill my mouth.

I heard footsteps down the stairs, and Brooke, along with Michael, showed up in the kitchen.

"Is everything okay?" Joshua asked them.

"Everything's great." Michael said, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right.

I squinted my eyes at them, noticing my best friend's over-fixed hair.

"Unbelievable." I mumbled under my breath when I realized what they were up to.

Well, at least they made up.

"Come on, I'll take you home." I said, gulping down what was left in my glass.

"You're not driving us after you've drank, forget it," Michael said. "I'll drive."

Unwillingly, I gave him my car keys.

"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea." Joshua said, looking out the kitchen window.

My brother followed his actions and groaned.

"Shit. I'll just call Brandon." he mumbled.

I took a glimpse outside and saw about three dozen camera men.

Michael excused himself, kissed Brooke's forehead and took Joshua's home phone to speak to Brandon.

He came back after a few moments, looking annoyed, "He left the ranch, but traffic's pretty bad, so it's gonna take him a few hours."

"Better not waste time, then." I smiled and took the wine bottle that Joshua opened, pouring myself another glass.

~

22nd of October, 1992
Brooklyn is 26, Michael is 34

Brooklyn: Michael and I stood in the middle of the big, white, empty, room. I couldn't believe it was full only a few hours ago.

"Can I keep this?" he asked, holding onto the little pink onesie tightly.

"Of course." I smiled.

His lips grazed over my cheek.

We've moved on. That's it.

It not only gave us hope, but it also assured that we won't be fighting and hurting each other.

"Come on, let's get out of here." my husband said, leading me out of what once used to be a nursery.

I was exhausted. Before we came home today, we had rehearsals for tour, because we were flying to Tokyo for two weeks soon.

The entire crew were surprised to see us together, due to what happened. But they shook it off quickly when Michael said it was time to rehearse.

"I'm gonna take a nap, okay? Rehearsals wore me out." I sighed tiredly.

"Okay, babe. Goodnight." he smiled and pecked my lips.

I watched him as he disappeared downstairs.

Walking into our bedroom, I went to my closet room to change into my pajamas.

The next thing I did was lay down on the right side of the bed, my side, and pulled the covers on top of me.

I felt my eyelids close instantly, going to sleep happy.

I was happy. We were happy.

~

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