Modern-era

You were timid and a bit of a crybaby because you are sensitive. You never dealt with many people, even when they yelled at you meanly. Some were like that, but not your boyfriend, who understood you very much, like reading you like a book. Michael met you after the trial, and it was in a bookstore since you were too short of reaching your book, and he offered to help you get it off the shelf. 

He loved that you treated him like a wife, more than just a girlfriend. He was overprotective around you when you were both in public, and he didn't like it when the tabloids talked about you. 

Tabloids: 

Michael chose the wrong type of girl from the streets. 

Michael needs a taste and fashion sense for this new girl.

What is Wacko-Jacko doing in his life? Picking up girls that weren't as popular among the rest?

It was ridiculous! 

One night, you were going to Michael's World Music Award in 2008 and were nervous about going. Michael picked out a lovely dress for you when he went shopping and wanted you to wear it. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, looking at the dress, reminding you of one of the past celebrities, Marilyn Monroe, in one of her dresses. She was one of your favorite iconic celebrities that you looked up to. Michael comes in from behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"You look gorgeous in the dress." He complimented. He looked at you and down, asking, "How do you like it?" He admired the dress flowing around your body. 

"It's beautiful. Thank you." You replied sheepishly. 

"I'm glad. Let's go. We don't want to be late." He said as he brushed your hair behind your ear, making you blush as he giggled at your reaction. 

At the Music Awards, you were with Michael, and he offered his shades since he got an extra pair for you to wear due to the bright camera flashes of the paparazzi. Beyonce would be presenting the award, and you sat in the crowd watching everything as she announced Michael's name to get his prize. He came on stage, and the two shared a moment in which you felt a tingle in your chest that you saw them relatively close. 

You didn't think much of it and just applauded for your boyfriend's hard work to achieve his award. 

A few weeks later, you were home, and the tabloids were going crazy after the award ceremony. They have been rumoring about Michael and Beyonce being a NEW couple!? Are they serious? No, Michael wouldn't cheat on you over her. Would he? 

Now you were just being stupid and thinking about the rumors that were spreading. You felt not important to Michael if he was in love with someone else that wasn't a boring person like you. Soon, you started crying, and Michael came to see you upset. 

"Baby girl, what's wrong?" He asked, coming over to you as you shook your head. 

"I'm not like her." You croaked. 

"Like who? Who are you talking about, Y/N?" You asked.

"Your new girlfriend." You replied. 

"What? I don't understand," he said. 

You showed him the papers about him and Beyonce, and he quickly denied them. 

"Baby, no..." He cooed. He is cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "...I'm not leaving you for her. You know that for sure." He reassured. 

"Your not?" You asked. 

"No." He replied, chuckling a little. 

You wipe away your tears with your sleeves, and Michael pecks your forehead. He loved you too much and hated seeing you cry, thinking something silly about him choosing over another girl that wasn't you. You were a blessing to him even though you were younger than him. 

"I-I have a gift f-f-for you." You stammered. You dug inside your pocket to pull out something.  

Michael tilts his head to the side as you reveal a pregnancy stick. He takes it out of your hands and looks at it, and it reads: POSITIVE. He covered his mouth and looked back at you, shocked. 

"Y-Your pregnant? We're going to have a baby?" He asked.

You nodded, and Michael was bewildered by the news of having a fourth baby with you. He wrapped his arms around you to kiss you, making you giggle. 

"This is a beautiful gift. Thank you!" He beamed. Michael smiled and said, "I have a gift for you too." He dug in his pocket to reveal a box with a ring inside. You looked at him in shock. "I-I wanted to wait until it was the right time, and I thought, why not now?" 

"...." 

"Y/N? W-Will you marry me?" He proposed as you smiled, nodding. 

"Yes! I-I'll marry you!" You said as he placed the ring on your finger to bring you in a passionate kiss.