Jaafar Jackson

You and Jaafar are a couple. You met in your senior year of high school. His family adored you, especially the women of the house, since you understood their humor even though you were from Latin America. At first, your father-in-law refused to accept you, but your mother-in-law convinced him, and now he adores you too.

Nine years after 2016, he proposed to you and you accepted. They had the wedding and everything. Now they're visiting the Jackson house, where he once lived with his 'favorite' cousins ​​Prince, Paris, and Blanket. They're all gathered there celebrating his marriage and Jaafar's grandmother's birthday.

At one point, you all split up, men on one side, women on the other. Then Katherine, Jaafar's grandmother, pulled out about nine photo albums of the whole family, divided into sections: children, grandchildren, birthdays, important holidays, her children's achievements, family photos, and much more. Katherine enthusiastically showed off her beloved and important albums. Paris and Vos were melting with tenderness at every photo of a family member nine years old or younger, while Latoya, Janet, and Rebbie talked about how annoying their brothers used to be, including Michael Jackson, who, from what they described, was the most bothersome of the other four siblings. Then Katherine opened the album where photos of her grandchildren had been kept for a couple of years. It contained photos of Prince, Paris, Blanket (or Bigi), Jaafar, Jermajesty, and more. Paris and you were still dying of cuteness and making fun of some silly faces they made until a picture of Jaafar appeared that made you very cute (the one in the white shirt). You went to get your phone and took a picture of it to have it saved in your gallery.

"God, he was so cute as a baby."

You said, dying of cuteness, Paris was making fun of some photos of Prince and Blanket (O bigi)... until the two of them felt a presence, it was the three of them watching how they were made fun of when they were children

"Love..."

Jaafar said sadly, turning off your phone.