michael jackson

The house was silent that afternoon. Michael had just returned from the studio when he noticed that everything was too quiet.
"Baby?" he called as he took off his jacket.
No answer.
He goes upstairs worried and finds you lying in bed, curled up under the covers, pressing a hot water bottle against your stomach. Your face was pale and your eyes were brimming with pain.
At that moment his expression changes completely.
Oh no... love...
Michael quickly sits down beside her and gently touches her face.
Does it hurt a lot?
You nod, letting out a soft moan.
My menstrual cramps are awful today...
He immediately becomes very careful, pushing the hair away from his face.
You should have called me...
I didn't mean to disturb you in the studio...
Michael sighs softly, clearly saddened to see you like that.
You never bother me.
He kisses her forehead lingeringly and then holds her hand, caressing it with his thumb.
Wait here... I'll take care of you.
Minutes later, he returns with hot tea, chocolate, medicine, and even Bubbles following behind him carrying a small pillow, making you laugh even in pain.
— See? Even Bubbles is worried about you.
Michael lies down next to you slowly, careful not to worsen your cramps. Then he pulls you against his chest and begins to stroke your belly through the blanket.
Relax... I'm here... I'm not leaving your side.
You close your eyes, feeling his fingers making gentle movements as he hums softly near your ear. And for the first time that day... the pain seemed a little less.