23 - consummation

December 29 1988

Frecks,

I got your letter today, that you have loved me for a thousand years, but as you know I have been fooled by so many in the past of what that means. I hope your love for me means the same as the complete adoration I have for you because I've made up my mind to kiss you tonight.

It's your 22nd birthday and I am standing outside of your doorstep with the dying white roses clutched in my right hand. I hope you still like them.

I hear music blasting from the door as I unlocked it, walking into you dancing like a maniac on your kitchen table in nothing but an oversized sweater and socks. The speakers were so loud you didn't even notice me come in as you twisted your hips with your imaginary microphone as you sang along.

You turned and screamed at the sight of me, before jumping off the table and running to squeeze me tight. "Are these for me?"

"Yeah," I grinned as you took them and gave me another hug. "Happy birthday, Frecks."

"They're beautiful." You put them in the empty vase sitting on the table and got a cup of water from the kitchen to pour some in to save them a little. They were ugly and dropping but you find beauty in anything I think.

My eyes panned around your new home. "Where's Vanessa?"

Your eyes flashed at me with pain in them and you gave me a sad smile. I already got the message. Vanessa wasn't here.

"Go ahead, keep singing," I tried to change the subject. You grabbed my hand and danced with me to the love song, singing the words I wish you really meant to me... but I knew you didn't. At least not yet.

My forehead is pressed to yours and I can't read the expression in your eyes. The tip of your nose grazes on mine and you bring your mouth in but something stops you before you can. Maybe you were frightened? Not sure how I would react to that? You always overthink things.

My lips pressed into yours tenderly trying to get the feel of them for the first time. They were new and warm and reminded me of the softest pillows. You pulled away first with amusement written all over your face. "Did we just do that?"

I nodded, pressing my teeth on my bottom lip. "Yeah... was it a mistake?"

"I don't know but kiss me again."

I gave you a longer one this time, more confident than before and our lips were electric against each other and I knew then and there who I belonged to, and dreamed of the day you'd say you belonged to me too...

- Your love & friend forever, Michael

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Palace of Versailles - Versailles, France

Friends, families, and celebrities were seated in the botanical garden with the grand view of Versailles. Austin leaned in to the right of Alisha's ear as everyone waited for the bride to arrive with anticipation. "Who do you think is going to cry first?"

She rotated her ankle around in her seat, the warm light breeze flew through her auburn bangs, the tissues clutched and ready for her best friend to come down the aisle. "Hm... Michael."

"Yep. Definitely Michael."

Aiden was dressed in a baby suit with a red band around the arm, bouncing in his grandfaher's lap with his hand in his mouth, gnawing his new two bottom teeth in his fist.

Behind the doors of the palace that opened to the garden, Giovanna's eyes were rimmed with panic as her arm was interlinked around her brother's. The 10 foot train of her Versace dress followed behind her, her long, 24 inch Peruvian "it's mine because I brought it" mane draped down to her tailbone, the roses clutched tight in her unsteady fingers.

"Someone's getting piped tonight," Aaron whispered in her ear as they prepared to walk down the aisle facing their family and friends.

Giovanna couldn't even hear his remark with the thud of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She glanced behind at her wedding planners making sure the train was smooth and ready. It was happening. It was finally, finally happening. "Huh?" Her conscious finally returned. "Ew, don't talk about sex with me!"

"You're trembling."

"I'm horrified." The nervousness surged in her chest, the butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

"Me too. For Mike... not for you."

Michael nibbled on his lip by instinct trying to keep his nerves under control. They were the worst on the plane ride here but the magical scenery of the place kept him grounded and relaxed a little bit.

And when the doors of the grand palace opened, he saw his Giovanna more beautiful than he's ever seen. Everyone stood to their feet, gasping and awing in unison as the bride came down the walkway, and towards her groom.

"Oh my god..." Michael sighed, trying not to look like a fool on camera as the photographers snapped the shot but he couldn't contain his adoration. Alisha bursted out in tears and blew a kiss to Gia as she passed her seat, her mother dabbed her eyes as well.

She grabbed both of her hands with his and looked him over. "You look so handsome," she whispered, making Michael press his lips together and reddened.

The priest smiled at the two, who were both trying to blink their tearing eyes desperately. "We are overflowing with joy to witness the holy marriage beginning for Michael and Giovanna. You may all be seated."

Michael looked down at Gia's hand and grazed his finger across the back of her hand, squeezing it tight as the marriage process began, and the couple cited their vows.

"I am such..." Giovanna inhaled before the eyeliner made her tearing eyes burn and caught her breath. "He's like my father and my solider, protector, doctor, counselor, provider, professor, my everything. And now I get to call him my husband."

"You're killing me, Gia." Michael murmured, cheesing hard and tried to cover the side of his face facing the sniffing crowd.

"I'm about to throw up in my mouth," Aaron uttered under his breath, earning him a sudden hit to the thigh by his mother. "Mom!"

"Shut up, boy! Your sister is being sweet."

After the citations were complete, it as time to present the rings. "These rings are symbols of your commitment to the other. Michael, repeat after me."

Michael held up Gia's hand and twirled the gold wedding band between his fingers.

"With this ring."

"With this ring..." He moved a curl out of his eye and looked into Giovanna's.

"I thee wed and commit myself."

"I thee wed and commit myself..."

"To thee and thee alone."

Michael took a deep breath. "To thee and thee alone."

"You better," Giovanna slit her eyes at him as the ring was slid on her finger and she did the same.

"Marriage is the consummation of two lives, the margin of two dreams. With the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and w-"

Michael grabbed Giovanna's face and pulled her in before the priest could say "You may now kiss the bride," pressing his lips on his wife's passionately causing a roar from their family and friends.

"Children are present!" Gia's mother reminded once tongues got involved and they were swapping saliva.

Their mouths broke apart as they both blushed, nearly forgetting where they were as the guests all stood up and cheered for the newlyweds with the sun setting behind them, creating the purple and pink scenery for the picture.

Once in the palace, the couple swayed for the first dance, something Giovanna was dreading but Michael guided her by the hand and pulled her close, and soon they were in their own little world, besides the occasional This is so beautiful cry from the seats of their guests.

"I just want to take us out of here and make you fall apart right in my hands," Michael uttered, his chin pressed against the side of her forehead with a voice low enough that she could feel her balance dissipate. "But you're glowing in this dress... I'll wait a little longer to peel it off." His fingertips guided gently around her ribcage but she knew they wouldn't be so soft once they got alone.

Her head fell into his chest and squeezed his hand, her eyes closed in bliss as they danced. "Husband."

"My wife. Even though you've always been that to me, hm?"

Everyone was the called up to party, with the bass booming throughout the the palace leaving everyone in a hot tangled sweaty mess.

"You haven't had anything to drink all night," Michael commented as she tore herself from the crowd, almost breaking a sweat in her Margiela mini dress, chugging down a bottle of Fiji water while a servant poured Michael a glass of champagne.

She shrugged, "Uh, I haven't been feeling like drinking..."

Michael arched his brow at her. "That's a surprise."

"...Okay."

"The test said negative right?"

Her eyes glanced to the side to the tall wedding cake, the guests taking a piece of each one. "Mhm..."

"Gia," Michael said flatly, sensing she was lying.

She grabbed his glass just to get him to stop talking and took three sips on his champagne. "Negative."

He smiled and slid his arms around her waist, giving her a kiss on the cheek as the two were congratulated and wished well all throughout the night.

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Year 20_ _

"What's your fondest memory of your husband?"

"My fondest memory? So many of them... I'd say my fondest memory... his kisses on our wedding day. All of them. There was magic in that."

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Negril, Jamaica

"Don't be a pussy! Jump!" I called out, wading in the warm water of the Caribbean. We were staying at the Caves in Jamaica and I felt like I was right at home. "It's just a cliff, Michael."

My husband stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the Aqua water forty feet below him. "If it's just a cliff, why didn't you jump then?!"

I submerged underneath and swam, looking at the seaweed deep below. I went back up for air at Michael standing in a divers position and giggled. "You're not going to jump."

I saw him walk do a military march a few feet back before running off and holding his knees to his chest, cannon balling in the air until he splashed beside me.

The water was tranquil for a few seconds before there was a pull at my leg dragging me underneath and I screamed for my life and kicked Michael away, coming back to surface, making me cough from nearly choking. "You ass!"

He pulled me in close, groping my butt underneath.

"Stop. Someone might see."

"There's no one even here," he mumbled quickly before tasting the ocean water on my neck.

"What if security sees us?" I asked, throwing my arms around his neck, eyeing Brock talking casually with one of Michaels guards facing away from us up on the cliff.

"Why does it matter if they see us?" His firm hands lifted my thighs to hug around his chest. I felt his long fingers tease me through the fabric of my bikini, making me squirm and tighten.

Once I caught one of his men quick eye contact I held onto his wrist and pushed him away. "No."

"Then lets go to the house. I want to play a game with you."

"Okay."

"If I can make you come ten times before sunrise..."

I creased my brows. "Ten? I won't be back until almost midnight. You don't have enough time." I was going to Carnival today shaking my ass until midnight. It's impossible.

"If I don't... I owe you. If I do, you owe me. And it's my choice of how I'm getting you off."

"What do I owe you?"

He flashed a confident smile. "Move in with me."

My hands tore away from his chest. "...What?"

Michael's face went flat from hopeful to annoyed. "You're my wife, Giovanna."

"You basically live with me." Michael rarely went to Neverland anymore unless it was for an important meeting, or if he was inviting children to spend the day with him, or if he wanted Aiden to spend the day with him as well. I think the police raid tainted it for him which saddens me because Neverland was truly his comfort zone... "My house, I've put a lot of renovation in it to make it perfection. I don't want to live at Neverland."

He shook his head, "I'm not talking about Neverland... we can run away to another country and no one would know. Anywhere you want baby, please. Just until Aiden goes to preschool. We can move here."

I chucked at the thought of Michael moving to the island. Hilarious. "Your skin would burn and fry here. Plus, I have Aaron... I can't leave him."

He pouted at me, like the childish person he is. "Please? Run away with me. I really don't want to stay in the States."

I exhaled and stared down below at the sand, thinking about my decision. "... Ten orgasms and I'll think about it."

His lips curled into a sly smirk as he swam away, already contemplating on his plans for me.

"I said think, Michael!"

"Sure," he called back.

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Alisha clipped on my microphone to the collar of my shirt and smoothed my hair from my forehead. I was interviewing for my newest movie outside of the Sony studios and I wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Can you get me some international realtors?"

She looked confused. "What country are you moving to?"

Before I could respond, a woman came walking up behind her as she moved out of the way."Hi," the young reporter shook my hand before eyeing my engagement ring and wedding band. "Beautiful."

"Thank you."

"I can't believe I'm interviewing Michael Jackson's wife!"

I rolled my eyes behind my shades and waited for her to start once the cameras were rolling. Michael Jackson this Michael fucking Jackson that, is that all I'm known for now?!

"You know if you look at your main character and she is just the most sought after woman in the world, she's a master of disguises, and she's just this person that we think we know but we really don't have any idea who she is. And you put those traits all together and they could describe you."

I couldn't keep on my straight face. What the hell.

"I mean you are an object of obsession! You and your husband."

"An object of obsession? I guess... Compared to my husband I would think I have it easy. I wouldn't want to have that career." I shut myself up at this point. Always have to tread lightly when talking about Michael because they will bend, twist, and misinterpret every word I say.

"How did you juggle raising a new baby and filming an action thriller?"

I have people who do it for me." I love to bring him on set and Michael watches him a lot too. He's such a good baby... when he wants to be."

"You two don't live together?"

"Can we stick to the movie, please?" Alisha asked from behind the camera, interrupting her evading question.

The reporter blushed. "Of course... so you did all of the stunts yourself?"

"I..." My mouth started to water suddenly as I felt a lump in my throat. "Excuse me for a second." I hopped out of my chair and walk to the entrance of the building, feeling the urge to upchuck intensify and I broke into a sprint.

"Gia?" Alisha called as I heard her heels rush behind me.

Oh shit. There's not enough time to make it to the bathroom. I hunted for a trash can before I felt the bile begin to rise and puked inside.

"Ugh... if I ever needed any more convincing to not have children, this has sufficed," Alisha muttered, grimacing as she dug in her purse and handed me her mini mouthwash.

We made it to the bathroom with her staring at me with pity as I swished the Listerine in my mouth.

"I'm not pregnant."

"You are."

"No I'm not!"

"Go to the doctor then."

I exhaled and smoothed my hair again. I prayed to god it was only something I ate but I could only hope for the best.

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"Eleven weeks, Alisha! Eleven." I scowled as my eyes glanced up to the Food Network channel and back to the result. My baked ziti was looking more like horse shit but I was at least trying to learn how to cook for the first time in my life.

"WHAT?!"

I winced and took the phone off of my ear, trying to protect my hearing from Alisha's scream. "Bitch, you're lyyyyyinggggg. That's almost three months! How? You got your period."

I groaned and shook my head, still shocked from my appointment today. I wasn't even feeling pregnant anymore. I looked over at Aiden in his high chair having his eyes glued on the television with his bottle in his mouth.

"Well you sure don't look like it. How does Michael feel about it?"

When I called Michael from his rehearsals nearly hyperventilating in the car, banging my head on the window contemplating what's a good way to off myself without messing my pretty face up for the funeral he answered completely distracted, stopping mid sentence to speak with someone else repeatedly. I hung up. "Uh... I'm telling him tonight. It'll make his week, I already know."

"Are you?"

"To be politically correct... I'm so happy I'm nearly pissing myself of joy."

She sucked her teeth. "You're disgusting."

"It's not that I don't want a child, but the pregnancy... is hell. I don't see the beautiful experience mothers talk about." I poked the food with curiosity. It really did not look like what was on my television. "Isn't that what I'm suppose to say? Or else I'll sound like a cunt."

"You already are a cunt."

"How about you eat my cunt?"

"I'd totally be down for that but your fetus might reach down and yank my tongue or something--"

I sucked my teeth as my gates buzzed repeatedly. I figured he forgot his key. "I'm going to call you back. He just came over. Bye." I went to the screen and saw the SUV waiting for me to open it, but the Mercedes Michael's security usually drove him around in... I squinted closer as the driver window rolled down.

A middle aged bald white guy peaked his head out to look straight in the window, flashing his badge. My chest started to burn as I already knew what they were here for, and I took a quick look at my baby boy.

"Mrs. Jackson, this is the Los Angeles Police Department. Let's not make this harder than it needs to be."

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