𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 ⅶ

The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the Neverland Ranch. The sound of water splashing and laughter filled the air as Giselle played with Prince in the pool. The little boy giggled as she lifted him up and spun him around before gently dropping him into the water, where he kicked and paddled his way back to her.

"You're getting so good at swimming, baby!" Giselle praised, smiling as Prince beamed with pride.

"Like a fishy, Mama!" he exclaimed, splashing her with water.

"Yeah, a little shark!" she teased, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his wet curls.

Meanwhile, on the lounge chairs, Solange and Aaliyah were stretched out in their bikinis, soaking up the sun.

Solange lifted her sunglasses. "This is the life. Good food, good company, and not a single damn worry."

Aaliyah chuckled, adjusting her sun hat. "And no drama for once."

On the other side of the patio, Michael stood at the grill, flipping burgers with one hand and sipping a cold drink with the other. Marlon and Chris were nearby, each holding a beer while engaged in deep conversation.

"I'm just saying," Chris said, gesturing with his bottle, "the Lakers gotta get their defense right if they wanna win this season."

Marlon shook his head. "Man, you always talking about basketball. We out here trying to enjoy the day."

Chris smirked. "And you always talking about Solange."

Marlon shot him a playful glare. "That's different."

Chris laughed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, man."

Michael glanced over at Giselle and Prince, a soft smile on his face. His family. His home. For the first time in a long time, things felt peaceful. He set the spatula down and walked over to the pool, crouching near the edge.

"You havin' fun, little man?" he asked Prince.

Prince grinned, splashing water at him. "Yes, Daddy!"

Michael chuckled. "Alright, alright. I see how it is." He winked at Giselle before reaching for Prince's hands and pulling him out of the pool. "C'mon, let's go dry off and eat. You gotta feed that shark belly of yours."

Prince giggled as Michael wrapped him in a towel. Giselle climbed out of the pool, water dripping from her curves as she squeezed the excess from her hair.

"You did good on the grill?" she teased, walking up to Michael.

Michael smirked. "Baby, you know I did. Go grab a plate and see for yourself."

She playfully rolled her eyes before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Alright, chef. Let's eat."

As everyone gathered around the table to eat, laughter and conversation flowed effortlessly. For the first time in a while, there was no talk of business, no stress, no threats—just family, love, and the simple joy of being together.

And that was all that mattered.

-

As the evening settled in, the golden hues of the sunset painted the sky in soft oranges and purples. The poolside had quieted down, the plates from their barbecue stacked on the patio table, and the others had gone inside to let the day wind down.

Michael sat on the outdoor loveseat, his arm wrapped around Giselle as they watched the sun dip behind the trees. The warm breeze carried the scent of jasmine and the lingering smoke from the grill.

Giselle sighed, resting her head against his chest. "Today was perfect."

Michael kissed the top of her head, his fingers gently rubbing circles on her arm. "Yeah, it was."

She lifted her gaze to him, her brown eyes reflecting the soft light of the sunset. "It's nice to have days like this. No worries, no stress... just us."

Michael nodded. "You deserve days like this, baby. We do."

She smiled, tilting her head up to press a gentle kiss on his lips. It was slow, full of warmth, a silent exchange of love and gratitude. Michael cupped her face, deepening the kiss slightly before resting his forehead against hers.

"You make everything feel right," he whispered.

Giselle traced her fingers along his jaw. "And you make me feel safe."

Michael pulled her even closer, his arms wrapping fully around her as they sat in comfortable silence, watching the last sliver of the sun disappear beyond the horizon.

As the stars began to twinkle above them, he whispered against her ear, "No matter what happens, I'm always gonna be right here with you."

Giselle smiled, her fingers lacing with his. "I know, Michael. Always."

And as the night took over the sky, they stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, letting love and peace settle in, even if just for this moment.

-

The house was quiet. Everyone had gone to bed, the night settling over Neverland with a calm stillness. But in their bedroom, the air was anything but still.

Michael stood by the bed, his dark eyes locked onto Giselle as she pulled the strap of her silk nightgown off her shoulder. The soft material slid down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but lace panties. The heat between them had been building all evening, and now, the tension finally snapped.

Michael's breath hitched, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip as he took her in. "Damn, baby..." he murmured, stepping forward, his hands gripping her waist. He pulled her against him, their bodies flush, the thin fabric of his boxers doing little to hide how much he wanted her.

Giselle tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his. "You've been looking at me like that all day," she whispered.

Michael smirked. "Because I've been thinking about this all day."

Before she could reply, his lips crashed onto hers, deep and hungry. His hands roamed her body, fingers tracing the curve of her hips before gripping her ass and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before crawling over her.

"Tell me you want this," he breathed against her lips, his fingers slipping beneath her panties, teasing along her heat.

Giselle gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want you, Michael. All of you."

That was all he needed. He pulled her panties down in one swift motion, tossing them aside before yanking his boxers off. His erection was thick and hard, pressing against her thigh as he positioned himself between her legs.

Michael trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Giselle arched her back, moaning as he lavished attention on her breasts, his other hand sliding down between her thighs. He parted her folds, groaning at how wet she was for him.

"You're so ready for me," he murmured, rubbing slow, teasing circles against her clit with his thumb. "You need me, baby?"

"Yes," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his touch. "Please, Michael..."

He smirked, loving how desperate she was for him. Lining himself up, he pushed into her inch by inch, stretching her perfectly. Giselle gasped, her nails clawing at his back as he filled her completely.

"Fuck," he growled, his forehead dropping against hers. "You feel so good, so tight..."

He started moving, slow at first, letting her adjust before his thrusts deepened. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, skin slapping against skin, their moans and gasps echoing in the dimly lit bedroom.

Michael gripped her thighs, pushing them back slightly to angle himself deeper, hitting that spot that had Giselle crying out his name. "Right there, baby?" he groaned, pounding into her harder.

"Yes! Oh my God, Michael—"

Her body clenched around him, pleasure spiraling higher as he moved faster, chasing his own release. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as they both came undone together.

Giselle trembled beneath him, her body shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Michael followed moments later, spilling inside her with a deep, guttural moan, his body collapsing onto hers.

They stayed like that for a moment, tangled in each other, their breathing heavy. Michael pressed lazy kisses along her shoulder, his hand still gripping her thigh.

"I love you," he murmured against her skin.

Giselle smiled, running her fingers through his damp curls. "I love you too, Michael."

He pulled back, looking down at her with adoration. "Damn, I don't know how I'm supposed to sleep after that."

She giggled, playfully nudging his chest. "Who said we're done?"

Michael's eyes darkened with desire again, and just like that, the night was far from over