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Always Your Friend Part 11
Michael had let Debbie bare him a child, it was a boy. His name I was Prince Michael Jackson, he was so sweet and cute. Just like his daddy. I love Prince, heâ??s so cute. Heâ??s brown eyes just go around the room looking at things. When Michael is holding him in his arms and I come beside them, he reaches out to me, smiling and laughing. Michael looks at me and smiles and he will kiss my cheek. I keep reminding him that we are only friends. And he frowns but he nods anyways. I smile weakly seeing him as that. A year went and Debbie bared Michael another child this time it was a girl. And he named her Paris Michael Kathrin Jackson. She has Debbieâ??s clear blue eyes and the same hair as Prince, a brownish hair color when he was born, but now since Prince is one, heâ??s hair is blonde now. And Michael has his dream now. And Iâ??m happy for him, I really am. Debbie left after a short while, and Iâ??m not even sure why? Cause she said she wanted this for Michael. To have his dream with a wife and childrenâ?¦but she leaves, just like Lisa. But only thing with Debbie, she didnâ??t take the kids. Michael was laying on the couch with Prince on his chest fast asleep; including Michael. I giggled a little bit looking at them fast asleep like that. I went over the them and kissed them; Prince on the forehead, and Michael on his lips. For a minute I thought Michael would start kissing back like he normally did, but this time he did not. Paris was in her crib upstairs asleep. When I sat down in the floor watching some of the cartoon Michael had on the TV. I heard Paris start crying really loud. Michael started wakeing up. I walked over to him and pushed him back down. He looked at me as if I was crazy. He's face said, "Lanni, my daughter is crying, let me up and go tend to her". Then I had to remind him he had worked harder to be a single father then any single father there is out there in the world, and to top it all off. He was also going over for his concerts also. (Me): Michael, rest, you have been working very hard, and I think you need a good long rest. I will tend to Paris, just stay here with Prince. Okay? Michael simply nodded and laid back down with his little prince. I walked up to Paris's room and appeared into her room to see her crying her eyes out. I walked over to her crib and leand over it. She stopped crying a little bit. I smiled and picked her up; surprised I could do this. Maybe because they are Michael's blood children, I was very surprised. I sat down in the rocker in Paris's room and gently holding her began to rock her back and forth. I started singing a song I have always heard for a odd reason. I don't know the real name but I call it "If Only, If Only". (Me): (singing) The old man's been stealing She's holdin' a griven for a hundred-odd years We all keep believin' That history repeats it's self Year after Year All the fear's that the Furture is worse We all have to get in to the hundred-year curse Sweat in the sun; like we're diggin' a grave Dig deep enough and our furtune's we'll save If only, if only The woodpeaker sighs The bark on the tree was as soft As the sky As the wolf weeps below Hungry and lonely He cries to the mooon If only, if only I sung to her the song till she was fast asleep. I kissed her forehead and placed her back into her crib. I walked out of Pairs's room and felt arms go around my waist, and felt soft lips kissing my neck. I knew who's lips they were. I smiled some, but then I had to frown. (Me): Michael... (Michael): (still kissing my neck) (Me): Michael, please you have to----(gasp) (Michael): (kissed the good spot on my neck) (Me): (moaning) Miiichael...please stooop (Michael): (stops kissing for a second) why? (goes back to kissing my neck) (Me): Michael...please...it's what I said...and I mean it...w-we c-ca-can't Michael said nothing but gently pushed me into the wall and being sucking and kissing my neck. Why was he acting like this...he knowns I want this, but I can't. It was if he was reading my mind. (Michael): Lanni, baby, please...just let me do this. You know me and you both want this, and we are the same age in real life, but please...just love me.... What do I tell him? The man I have loved for so many years? And who I have wanted to do this with as long as I've known him. And since back in 1982. But...now...what do I do? To Be Continued...........................................
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