Guys, I'm currently in the process of thinking how to end this book. It's titled You Ain't Bad, so it's gotta be a cool ending.. but, what to do, what to do? This book will end soon, I can feel it and tell. But until then, there's more story to go :D

*30th April 2005*

"Sweetheart, wake up, do you know what day it is today?" Michael whispers into my ear, hugging me from behind in the bed. I'm under the duvet and he's on top of it, so it feels a little strange.

"It's.. Saturday?" I ask.

"Cute," he chuckles, burying his head into my neck, and inhaling deeply. "But there's a special occasion, y'know."

"I know, I know," I smile, opening my eyes and turning around to face him. "Today's our anniversary."

"Yay, you got it!" Michael squeals playfully. "And how many years is it?"

"Sixteen. I do know these things, y'know," I exhale through my nose and smile at him.

"Now, I don't care about morning breath, I just want an anniversary kiss," Michael says, and before I can object, his lips are against mine.

His breath is minty, he's already gotten up and brushed his teeth before he woke me.

He thinks ahead, doesn't he?

He pulls away, and looks at me lovingly.

"Now, I realise you only just woke up, so I haven't made food yet. But whenever you want it, just tell me, and I'll make it for you, no questions asked," he tells me.

He's so cute!

"Thank you, Michael. But you do realise it's your day, too, meaning I gotta be sweet and romanticy for you, too?"

"Of course! Where's my present?" he asks childishly.

"You don't have one," I smirk.

"That's ok. You're a present enough for me," he winks and squeezes me tight.

"I was kidding, but ok," I chuckle.

"Oh, then I want my present!" he demands playfully.

"Nope, it's for later, Michael," I assert firmly, making him pout.

"I bet my present for you is better than yours for me," he taunts.

Oh, I really doubt that.

"You think?" I challenge.

"I know," he says. "Anyway, let's get up now. It's already 9:30! Dexter and Electra have been up for over an hour. Ryder's still sleeping, no surprise there."

"That's Ryder for you," I say, getting out of bed. "I'll be back."

I walk into the bathroom, and start getting ready for the day.

*2 hours later*

Breakfast was great, and Michael kept his word of making it all by himself. He's actually a wonderful cook, but he says he isn't. I'm thinking he's just modest.

"Ryder!" Michael calls from the living room. We're sitting on the sofa, just cos we can.

"Yeah?" Ryder enters holding his phone, texting or Facebooking. Which, I'm not sure.

"Would you look after Dex and Leccy while me and your mother go out today? We wanna go out in a few minutes, and tonight, too. Would you do that?" Michael asks.

"I got a very busy schedule, dad-"

He stops mid-sentence, as Michael pulls out a $20 from his pocket.

"I'll do it," Ryder decides in an instant, making me and Michael laugh.

"Good, now, get the other two down here for us, please," Michael requests.

"Dex, Leccy! Mum and dad want us down here!" Ryder shouts from where he's standing.

"Thanks, Ryder. I totally couldn't have done that myself," I sigh, with a laugh.

Leccy and Dexter enter the room.

"Guys, me and your father are going out twice today. Once in a few minutes, and tonight, alright? So Ryder's babysitting," I explain.

"What? But I don't need a babysitter!" Electra argues.

"Electra, how old are you exactly?" Michael asks her.

"Thirteen years, three months and.. 29 days, I believe. Why?"

"Because that's too young to be home alone. And, whether you need babysitting or not, Ryder lives here, so you kinda have no choice anyway."

"Fair point," she replies.

Did she just agree without arguing?

"Good. Now, c'mon. Let's get ready," Michael says to me, and we go into the hallway to grab our shoes and jackets.

*15 minutes later*

"So, a little walk in the park, just us two. When was the last time we went out alone?" Michael asks, as we walk through the park hand-in-hand.

"Oh, gee.. I don't know. About.. 16 years ago?" I chuckle.

It's just turned to Spring, and it's more sunny and warm out, now. Perfect weather. Not too hot, not freezing. Warm, with a light breeze.

"Most likely," Michael agrees. "I just realised something."

"What?" I ask.

"I realised that I don't tell you I love you enough."

"I think you'll find you do, Michael."

"I don't! I only say it once or twice a day, I should say it at least seventy-seven times a day!"

"Michael, don't you realise that if you said it that often, it wouldn't be genuine? It'd just turn into a catchphrase, it wouldn't have a meaning; it'd just be words. I think it's better how often you say it now."

"You think?"

"Of course I do."

We come to a stop, and sit on the bench. It's pretty much empty here, apart from a man with his dog on the other side of the park, throwing a stick for it to catch every so often.

We look out at the scenery, the flowers, trees, the grass.. and the birds, butterflies and ducks in the pond.

We could have stayed in Neverland, it has all of that, but we wanted a change of scenery.

We still haven't explored California fully yet, it's a big place.

I feel Michael wrap his arms around me, in an embrace. He always feels so warm, even when it's freezing cold. He makes me feel safe.

"Sixteen years," Michael says, almost in disbelief. "Sixteen wonderful years with you."

"And I wish I could relive it all over again," I add.

"Oh yeah, apart from the negatives," he says.

"I'm not sure. Most of them involved you, so I think I could just about cope."

"Have I ever told you how adorable you are?" he asks.

"No, cos it's not true, silly," I slap his arm playfully, and lean my head against his chest.

I can hear and feel his heart beat. It's just wonderful.

My heart beats for him, I hope that's the same in return.

"I think you'll find it is. You just don't know it, silly."

The last word is obviously mocking me, as I just called him the same name.

"So you know what I know and what I don't know now, huh?" Even I confused me then.

"Uh.. sure. Cos I am the All-Knowing Michael Joe Jackson, the Know-All Of Everything!"

"And modest," I chuckle.

"Yes! The Modest Know-All Of Everything!" he cheers, letting go of me and standing up, both hands on his hips.

"Sit down, you silly thing!" I laugh, pulling him back down next to me.

"What? I was just being me!" he protests with a childish giggle.

"Yes, that's the problem," I reply wittily, making his smile become a pout.

"Well, that's a little rude," he mutters jokily.

"Tis, isn't it?" I nudge him gently.

"Yes, it tis," he mocks my words again, saying "tis."

"Anyway, enough rest. Let's look around the park a little more, it's a beautiful place," he suggests.

We stand up and take each other's hands, and start walking again, around the park.

*5:00pm*

"Ryder, we'll be home at about 10:30, ok?" Michael tells Ryder, once we're home again.

"Sure, sure. Everything'll be fine here," he replies, finishing a text on his phone and looking up. "Oh, and, can I invite Katrice over here for a couple hours?"

"Sure. But she goes home no later than 9," I say.

"Sweet, thanks, mum."

"That's alright," I reply.

"Becky, sweetheart," Michael comes up to me and whispers in my ear. "Go get fancy, we're going soon."

"Alright," I smile, and leave the room to go get changed.

*15 minutes later*

I stand and look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a purple dress, our lucky colour, and it flows a little. My hair is curled, and I'm wearing make-up, just a little, on my eyes and lips. I'm not normally one to wear make-up, but I am today, for Michael. Who says you can't be 40-years-old and not look alright in it?

Me and Michael will be exchanging presents tonight. He reckons he got me the best one? I doubt it. He'll love the present I've gotten him.

"Becky, c'mon, let's go!" I hear Michael call. He got changed in the bathroom, but I think he's downstairs now.

"Coming!" I call back, and I look into the mirror one last time, before taking a deep breath and making my way to Michael.

I walk down the stairs and see his eyes widen at my appearance. Mine are doing the same thing over him.

He's wearing a grey tuxedo, with a red cravat and his hair is curled, like old times, and slicked back into a ponytail, with a few strands dangling over his face.

He looks perfect!

I approach him, and he takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

"You look perfect," he tells me.

"Thank you, as do you," I smile.

"Thank you," he smiles, a little embarrassed. "Ryder, me and your mother are going out now, so look after your siblings, ok?"

"Ok, just go enjoy yourself. I know I will," he winks, knowing Katrice is coming over later.

"Yes, don't do anything inappropriate," I instruct, seriousness in my tone of voice.

"Of course not!" he holds his hands up in surrender. "Now, see you later!"

"Bye, kids!" I call.

"Bye!" they shout back in unison.

Me and Michael leave the house, and walk hand-in-hand to the restaurant we're going to.

*3 hours later*

After a lovely meal, me and Michael begin to walk back home. We haven't exchanged presents yet, we were gonna do it at the restaurant, but I objected, for a reason that Michael will realise once we do decide to swap gifts.

"I still bet my present is better than yours," he taunts playfully.

"Believe what you wanna believe, Jackson. I think I win this year," I reply.

"And you still sound so damn sexy when you call me by my surname!" he growls seductively, squeezing my hand tight in one hand, and tickling my stomach with the other, causing me to giggle and squirm suddenly.

We regain seriousness, and continue walking. It's darker now, and the street lights have all come on. We walk through the park, and the little garden lights are shining brightly.

It's beautiful, real beautiful.

"Stop," Michael pauses whilst we walk, and stands opposite me.

"Why?" I ask in a whisper, looking up at him, his deep brown eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

He doesn't answer, but he tucks one of my curls behind my ear, his gaze still fixated on me.

"We're all alone, in this beautiful park," he explains, placing his hand on the small of my back, and bringing me closer to him slowly. "I'm standing here, with my beautiful wife of sixteen years, and I wanna make this moment last."

He brings his lips closer to mine, and they touch in a tender kiss. I feel his other hand rub against my back, as my arms make their way around his neck, and I pull myself closer to him.

His kiss is still magical, I'll always think that.

No, actually. I don't think that.

I know that.

"Mrs Jackson," he whispers between kisses, "I love you."

We break the kiss, and I look up at him, "I love you, more."

"Well, I love you most. Got you," he smirks. "In fact, why wait til we get home to exchange gifts? Why not do it now?"

"Michael, I.." I can't help but hesitate.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing, nothing," I reply, smiling at him. "Yeah, let's do it now."

"Great!" he grins. "But me first, I wanna do mine first!"

"Alright."

"It actually seems perfect that we're here, y'know," he says, taking his present from his pocket. It's in a purple velvet box, quite small, square shaped.

I don't wanna interrupt him, so I let him keep talking.

"Becky, I just.. I wanna tell you that everything that happened a couple weeks ago with Brooke.. I'll never forgive myself for. It was the biggest mistake of my life, and I'm so very lucky to have been forgiven by you. Remember when I said I'd make it up to you? Well.."

He pauses to open the box, and bends down on one knee.

"Mrs Becky Jackson, would you like to renew our wedding vows?"

Oh, he's so sweet!

"Yes, of course!" I squeal, and he stands up and hugs me tightly.

"I love you," he tells me.

"I love you, too," I reply. "Now, I guess.. it's my turn!"

"See if you can beat that," he challenges.

"Ok," I take a deep breath, and take out my present. It's also wrapped up in a purple box, but mine is a rectangle shape, rather than a square.

"Ooh, what is it?" he asks, as I hand him the box.

"You'll see, you'll see!"

He examines the box, and then slides the ribbon off slowly, and taking off the lid of the box.

As soon as he sees what's inside, his eyes widen and tears form in his eyes.

"I think you won this year, baby," he tells me, sounding short of breath.

I can only smile uncontrollably.

This was the exact reaction I was hoping for.

"I can't believe it, best anniversary ever!" he whispers.

He takes the positive pregnancy test from the box, and gazes down at it as if it were one of his own children.

He looks at me, and kisses my lips, before placing his hand on my stomach.

"How far along are you?"

"Three months," I reply.

"Six months to go," he calculates.

"You don't think I'm too old to be a mother, do you?" I ask.

"Of course not! You still look twenty-two years old!" he answers quickly.

"So you're happy, Michael?"

"Of course! Do you know the gender yet?"

"No. We're gonna find out tomorrow, I planned for us to find out together."

"Tomorrow? That's incredible.. I'm so happy, you don't even realise!" he cries.

He looks back down at the test, tears in his eyes. His voice turns to a whisper of shock, and he can't help but smile.

"Our fourth beautiful gift..!"