As you guys might've guessed, this story is coming to an end. It won't be so soon, but it'll happen, eventually.

I can't tell you how many more chapters there will be, because I'm not sure myself. 

I guess we'll just have to see where the idea I have takes this story to...

Anyways, I hope you like this chapter, and stay tuned!! By the way, I'm very sorry for the late update. Had a little writer's block and the lack of time I had this week made it impossible to update.

Lots of love!

~ShoamEmily

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10th of January, 2009
Brooklyn is 43, Janet is 42, and Michael is 50

Brooklyn: "Oh, my God, this is amazing..." Janet gasped when we entered the cabin Michael and Wissam rented for us.

"This is so nice," I sighed happily. "No kids, no interruptions for two whole weeks. Only us."

Michael wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck lightly, "And these two."

I chuckled, loving the attention.

This place was amazing; he and Wissam rented us a cabin in Austria, making this a romantic snowy getaway. Just like he promised.

The snow was literally everywhere.

"How about you ladies go get us some champagne and we go light a nice, warm, fire?" Wissam suggested.

"Sure, come on, Jan." I smiled.

Michael unwillingly let me go and Janet and I went into the kitchen.

It was filled with everything we needed.

My best friend opened the fridge, taking out a very expensive champagne bottle.

"I'm ready just to get drunk and hit it off with Wissam..." she said.

I grinned. I was so happy that it worked out between them. And Janet was happy again.

Her girls loved him, too. They were all over him when she first introduced him.

We filled a bucket with ice, and I found four champagne glasses.

"Here we go." Janet put down the bucket on the coffee table in the living room.

The guys just finished lighting the fire, so we took a seat on the comfortable couches.

Michael joined me, his arm instantly wrapping around my shoulders.

"Wanna ditch these two and take the master bedroom? I've been told the bed's pretty soft..." he whispered seductively.

"Let's drink a little first." I said, kissing him.

Everyone got a glass full of champagne and we drank until the whole bottle was finished.

"Guys, we're going to bed." I mumbled to Janet and Wissam.

They were way too concentrated in each other to hear me.

I took Michael's hand and pulled him up the stairs that led to the giant bedroom.

~

Michael: Brooke drew little circles on my bare chest.

I kissed her forehead and watched the snow fall outside.

I felt so safe; this cabin was totally isolated, and being here for two whole weeks doing absolutely nothing except for making love to my wife seemed so unreal.

"Do you think the kids are okay?" she asked.

"I'm sure they're having fun with Jason. They love him." I answered.

She nodded and got closer to me.

It was quiet until I heard her soft snores.

I smiled and closed my eyes, too. Soon enough, I was asleep with her.

~

11th of January, 2009
Brooklyn is 43, Janet is 42, and Michael is 50

Janet: "Good morning, baby." I heard Wissam vaguely say.

I groaned in annoyance.

He tightened his arm that was around me, "We have to go to our room before Michael and Brooke wake up..."

Then I remembered where we decided to make sweet love.

"Do we have to?" I whined. "This is so nice..."

"I know, but I'm scared your brother will kill me if he sees us."

I giggled, giving his lips a long kiss.

We got off the couch with the giant blanket wrapped around the both of us, found our clothes, and hurried to go into our bedroom.

~

When Wissam and I woke up again, Brooklyn and Michael were already eating breakfast.

"Hey, Dunk. Slept well?" Michael questioned, taking a bite from the toast he held.

I nodded and sat down next to my best friend.

She leaned close to me, "You left your bra on the floor, so I hid it before Mike saw it. I'm glad you had fun, though. Just remind me not to sit on that couch."

I blushed, giving her a slight push.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

I looked at my brother as he talked to Wissam about something. I sighed.

He and Brooke told us at Christmas about the tour; I had nothing against it at first, until Brooklyn expressed her fears to me.

We both agreed it wasn't the greatest idea. But it's not like we could do anything to stop it. Michael was too damn stubborn to give this tour up. We were useless when it came to convincing him to drop it.

And I did understand where he was coming from. He didn't do anything for a few years now, and I knew how much of a struggle that was for him. He loved making music and performing.

"So, Michael," Wissam smiled. "How's the tour coming through?"

"Really good. Next month Brooke and myself are starting to work on choreography, with Travis Payne and a few more choreographers." Michael said.

I could see the excitement bubbling in him. He was really looking forward to this tour.

"Do you wanna go outside later? It stopped snowing." Brooke suggested, totally trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, sure."

"You are so obvious." I told my best friend quietly.

She rolled her eyes at me.

I then noticed Wissam and Michael who were looking at us.

~

Michael: I walked hand in hand with Brooke through the snow.

The sun was surprisingly out, making the weather a bit warmer.

"I wish the kids were here. They love snow... Just imagine how they'd run and play..." she sighed.

I smirked, "I knew you wouldn't last more than a day away from them."

"I miss my babies." she shrugged, clutching my hand tighter.

"I miss 'em, too." I said.

Brooklyn put her head on my shoulder, smiling at Wissam and Janet who were laughing loudly.

"Didn't I tell you they'd work out?" my wife giggled.

"You did..."

I was happy that my sister was happy. Brandon treated her so poorly, and Wissam was finally brought her back to the joyful Janet I knew.

Brooke suddenly squealed, and I felt myself fall on top of her on the soft snow.

"Ow," she groaned. "Watch out, there's ice all over the place."

I chuckled, leaning in to kiss her lips.

"Did you get hurt?" I asked once I helped her stand.

"No, I don't think so-" she stopped herself and winced as she put weight on her left foot.

"Janet, I'm taking Brooke back to the house!" I told my sister.

I picked my wife up, then slowly walked back to our cabin.

~

Brooklyn: "That looks pretty swollen, babe." Michael said, putting another ice pack on the ankle I twisted.

I scrunched my nose. Even the slightest touch hurt.

"Mike, I'm not- OW! What are you doing?!" I screeched as he pressed a bit too hard on my skin.

"I just wanted to see how much it hurts." he sighed.

"It hurts a lot. Now stop." I snapped.

He raised his hands up in surrender and placed a kiss on my cheek.

The cabin door opened, revealing Janet and Wissam.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Janet asked.

"She slipped and twisted her ankle." Michael answered.

"That looks like more than a twisted ankle." Wissam commented.

I took another glance at my leg, "You guys, I'm fine. I'll just put my foot up for a couple of days and it'll go back to normal."

"I think we should take you to a hospital or something." my best friend said, obviously making Michael agree.

"Yeah, and then we're going back home."

I scoffed. "We are not going home. This was supposed to be a romantic second honeymoon."

"I agree with Brooke, Mike. We finally have time alone... We should stay." Janet put a hand on his shoulder.

"Only if we go to the hospital." Michael looked back at me.

"Fine, I guess." I gave up.

~

"All done." the doctor who treated me declared.

"How long do I have keep this on?" I asked, examining my wrapped up ankle.

"Three weeks. It's just a sprained ankle." he answered.

"And could she dance after three weeks?" Michael said.

"If she feels like she can, yes. If not, I recommend putting this leg up for another week."

My husband shook the doctor's hand, and he left us alone.

"Let's go back." I murmured.

~

24th of January, 2009
Brooklyn is 43, Michael is 50

Michael: I helped Brooklyn into our home, and immediately we were greeted by our children.

"Mommy, what happened to your leg?" Kamron gasped.

"I slipped on some ice." she said, limping in with her crutches.

Jason and Riley joined with a smile on both their face.

"Auntie Brooke, you are unbelievable." Jason laughed as he hugged her.

"Oh, shush," she cracked a smile. "How were they? Did they behave properly?"

"Yeah, they were great! Prince had a thing with not listening so much, but we got a hold of him."

Brooklyn sighed, "He does that."

"Daddy," Blanket walked over to me. "Did you bring presents?"

I chuckled, kissing his head.

"We did, baby boy. But you gotta gather your siblings in the living room." I told him.

He nodded quickly and started by dragging Paris by her arm.

~

"Do you see what I see?" Brooke asked me quietly as the kids opened their presents, and slightly pointed at Prince.

He looked a bit down; maybe a little too down.

He played with the box of the new video game we got him, and at the same time he had on a slight frown.

He did seem a bit sadder these last few months, but I just thought it was because of school. He never liked it.

"Do you think we're neglecting him? My mother told me that the eldest children always feel neglected at some point." my wife continued.

"I don't know, I don't feel like we are..." I admitted.

She shrugged, "We should talk to him."

"Alright."

~

Brooklyn: "That is bullshit, Frank, and you know that! Brooke's leg is almost perfectly healed, there's no reason she won't be able to dance in a week or so!" Michael screamed into the phone.

I watched him pace while sitting on our bed. We were just about to go have our talk with Prince when Frank called.

Apparently, someone at AEG found out I sprained my ankle, and now they don't want me as the lead choreographer anymore.

Michael groaned, "I don't care what they say! I know Brooklyn, and I know what the doctor told us!"

"It's not up to you, Mike." I heard Frank mumble.

"Tell them that if my wife doesn't do this with me, I'm not doing this tour." my husband looked furious when slammed the phone shut.

He pushed it deep down in his pocket.

"Mike, the world won't end of I won't be your choreographer. You have Travis, you know how super talented he is." I said calmly.

"But he isn't you, Brooke."

I rolled my eyes. He then turned around and made his way to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" I asked, stopping him.

"To take a shower." he answered.

"We need to talk to our son." I said.

"We can talk to him tomorrow. What's the big deal, babe? He seems fine to me."

I crossed my arms. Is he really doing this?

"Michael, he's not fine. Can't you see what's happening to him? He's not our happy little Prince anymore."

"I don't have time for this right now, Brooke. We'll talk to him tomorrow, when he comes back from school. Please, I'm tired, I just want to get some sleep."

"Oh, so now you don't have time for your own son? You see, this is exactly what I was afraid of. You're forgetting your kids now because of this stupid tour." I mumbled.

"Stupid? You agreed to do it with me!" he raised his voice.

I sighed, not wanting a fight.

"You can join me when you calm down," I said and carefully stood up. "By the way, I regret signing that contract."

~

Prince: "Prince, baby?" I heard my mom's voice through my door.

"Don't worry, mom, I'm going to sleep." I told her.

"I actually need to talk to you."

I mentally groaned, and opened the door.

My mom was scanning me with her eyes, "Can I come in?"

I nodded, helping her to get to my bed.

"How are you, baby?" she asked.

"I, um, fine, I guess..."

"Yeah? And how's school? Are the kids there treating you nicely?"

I nodded, a bit curious why she was asking all these questions.

"You know you can tell me anything, Prince. If there's something that's bothering you, you can tell me..." mom smiled warmly.

"Everything's cool, mom." I tried reassuring her, but it obviously wasn't working.

"Your dad and I feel like you've been a bit gloomy lately... Are you sure you don't want to talk to me?"

"Yup."

She sighed deeply and asked for my hand. When she stood up on her right leg, she pulled me into a tight hug.

"I love you, Prince," my mom sniffled. "Please don't ever think that I don't love you."

I slightly smiled, "I love you, too, mom."

"And if you have anything that bothers you, you need to tell me. I'll take care of it." she pulled away.

"Okay, mom. I promise."

She kissed my forehead and limped towards my door.

"Goodnight, my Prince. I'll see you in the morning." she said.

"Goodnight, mommy."

She turned back to me with tears in her eyes. I walked over to her to give her one last hug, then let go. I haven't called her that since I was, like, 9.

"Oh, and before I forget," mom giggled. "We need to organize a birthday party for you... And sooner you have an idea, the better."

I gave her cheek a soft kiss, and closed the door after she walked through it.

Ever since I could remember myself I was a mommy's boy. Dad always teased me about it, although he was one as well.

My mother was everything to me. And I felt like I was everything to her. She always made sure to tell me how blessed she feels for having me.

No matter what, she was there for me.

One time, she even confessed that she feels like by having me she brought my uncle Chris back. She said that I look just like him, except for some details that were my dad's.

I loved having that kind of closeness to my mom, because I knew how much she struggled to have me.

Sighing, I closed the lights and got into bed.

~

Brooklyn: "I knew he wouldn't tell you anything." Michael's voice scared me when Prince's room door was closed.

I put a hand over my heart, "Don't scare me like that!"

"He won't talk to us, babe. He's starting that awkward stage where we're his enemies."

"At least I tried talking to him, unlike someone who just wanted to postpone it." I rolled my eyes.

"That's not fair, I have a lot on my mind." Michael told me as we walked back to our room.

He helped me onto the bed and took the crutches from me.

"I knew this tour wasn't a good idea, Michael. You're stressed out, you barely enjoyed our trip... I feel like all we talk about is this tour, and it's not even announced yet!"

He groaned, "But I want to do this, Brooklyn. I have to, okay?"

"No, you don't." I argued.

"I have to give my fans something. Please, understand that." he said.

Now I was really annoyed. He wasn't listening to what I was saying.

"I'm going to sleep," I muttered, covering myself. "And tell Frank I quit."