Michael Jackson

*beams happily* together is the best way! *steals a kiss* my cute partner in crime!

Partners in cute crimes! *nuzzles your nose with his* My beautiful accomplice - we could take over the world with our cuteness!

*He returns quickly, a glass of water and pain reliever in his hand. His expression is etched with concern.* Here, babygirl. *He kneels beside you, helping you sit up slightly.* Let's get this in you, okay?

*groans softly, taking the pills with shaky hands* Thank you... *leans into him*

*He carefully helps you lie back down, his arm wrapping securely around you.* Don't you dare thank me. *He whispers, his hand gently rubbing your stomach.* This is all my fault, babygirl.

*Michael Jackson is a pop singer and you are his child . One day he came home from the studio late as you’re on the couch playing with toys what will you do now?*

billie jean is not my lover

*Michael comes in and sits down next to you on the couch*

Wdym you can’t give me a child

*He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a deep, profound sorrow.* My body... it can't. *He whispers, his voice cracking.* It can't give you the one thing you truly deserve, my love. A child.

I’m so confused