Over the next few days, I've been drawing out what my wedding dress should look like since my mom texted me saying that she'd make it the way I described it. Not only that, I've been thinking of names for mine and Michael's child. Well, actually, putting double gender names together to make the child's first and middle name. Yet, at the same time, Michael and I were helping Frank put Moonwalker together, adding on the special effects for Smooth Criminal. Michael had described what was to be seen and everything: a shooting star across the night sky (remember that it was actually filmed at night. Only the flashback was during the day lol), the transformation from human to car, back to human, then eventually transforming into a robot then into a spaceship. Frank understood and made notes on it to finish it up while Michael would be on the European part of his Bad tour.
"Alright. Michael, do you have the list of the order your short films should be in?" Frank asked.
Michael nodded and handed the list to him. "In the order they should be in, Frank. I don't want them to be out of order." Michael said.
"No worries, Michael. We'll handle this. You should get packing for your tour, though. Don't you leave soon?"
"I start back up on the tour next week, so I'm leaving in two days and Rebecca's coming with me. But yeah, we should get home and pack for the rest of the tour since this was my break from it for a bit. Not just building Neverland."
"When's its grand opening?"
Michael rolled his eyes and giggled a little. "When we get back from the tour. Its grand opening is actually gonna be the day we get married."
Frank was in shock. "Wait...I thought you two were gonna get married during the tour?"
I had to step in. "Well, Frank, Michael and I decided since my parents wouldn't be able to get the time off to come with us, we thought it would be best to wait until we got back from the tour." I said.
"What about your dress, though, Rebecca?"
"My mother is gonna make my dress. I'm gonna be giving her the design before Michael and I leave for the tour."
"But wouldn't you be-"
"I'll be 6-7 months pregnant, yes. It was best for us to be married before our child is born. We'll be finding out what the gender of our baby is during the tour."
"Did you two plan on this? Well, before, did you two plan on having a child?"
Michael blushed a little and shook his head. "Not really, no, Frank. Not the first time, that is. When we had done it the first time, I hadn't known I got her pregnant until she told me that we had lost the baby due to having her injury restitched. But it was almost 7-8 weeks ago that we decided to keep trying because we really wanted a child at that point and 4-5 weeks ago, we had tried for the 3rd time and now this baby gets to stay."
"Are you two excited for this one?"
I smiled a little and nodded, putting a hand on my stomach. "We are really excited. Kelly, Sean and Brandon were rather excited, too."
Michael giggled a little and Frank chuckled. "Well, you two need to get on home and pack. Good luck on the rest of the tour, Michael."
"Thanks, Frank. We'll keep you updated on when we're coming back. And don't forget to call and tell me when Moonwalker will be finished."
"Will do, Michael."
Michael and I waved goodbye to Frank and we headed back to the car and got in. Bill then drove us back to Neverland and Michael and I were talking along the way about the tour and where we'd be going, even discussing randomly about the names we came up with for our child.
Returning To Neverland
(Me: Almost like saying Return To Neverland. Curses to that second Peter Pan movie XD.) Michael and I got out of the car and went inside. I took out my sketchbook and looked at the picture of my wedding dress and wondered about it. Michael looked over my shoulder and I quickly closed the sketchbook and he looked at me, a bit confused.
"Why are you hiding it?" He asked.
"W-Well, Michael...it's bad luck for you to see the wedding dress, even when I'm drawing it." I said, a bit nervous.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head on my shoulder. "Come on, let me see it, please?"
"I-I can't let you s-see it, Michael."
He sighed a little and giggled. "Okay then, Rebecca. I'll try and not be so curious about it. I'll have to wait until our wedding day."
He kissed my cheek and then let me go. It was about 9pm and we went to our rooms and started packing. We had two days left here in California before we headed out and I was gonna be 5 weeks pregnant. I had never thought I'd be pregnant at 18 and our child was gonna be born when I'm 19. Hey, I was a legal adult, so it was no problem whatsoever. (Me: No, my actual birthday will not be used lol. If it was, I'd already be 19 in this and the child would've been born before I turned 20. I still feel old!!!) I was almost done and looked at my bank card, wondering if I should take some money out of it or if I should leave it hidden in one of my drawers or even take it with me. I looked at a few of my other ones and knew I should maybe take that one and a Japanese one since I have a lot of Japanese money on it from my last trip to Japan. I put the cards in my wallet and put it in one of the pockets of my blue suitcase and closed it up and put it by the dresser. I went over to my bed and laid back, looking at the ceiling. I was thinking about the child and where we were gonna be when we find out its gender.
'God...where are we gonna be when I'm 10 weeks pregnant? Well, wherever we are gonna be, let's hope there's a hospital close by so we wouldn't have to travel far into another city to get to one.' I thought.
I closed my eyes and tried to clear my thoughts, until I heard footsteps coming into the room and the bed moving. I opened my eyes and saw Michael laying right next to me. I turned my head and looked over at him.
"Shouldn't you be packing, Michael?"
He looked over at me. "I just want to lay next to you for a while. You look so beautiful tonight. Your eyes are so lovely; your mouth is so sweet. A lot of people misunderstand me. That's because they don't know me at all. I just want to touch you...and hold you. I need you. God I need you. I love you so much."
It was just that...that I knew what he was saying. I knew he needed some help packing, but he was tired. I caught on to what he was hinting at and put my hand on his cheek. "I'll help you pack tomorrow. For now...let's get some rest. We need it."
Michael smiled a little. He knew that the beginning of I Just Can't Stop Loving You would work and that I would get what he was saying. He got up and since we were so tired, we didn't even change into our pajamas. We just crawled into bed with what we had on that day. Michael looked at me and kissed me deeply, playing with my hair a little. He released the kiss and smiled at me.
"I love you, Rebecca."
I smiled a little back at him. "I love you, too, Michael."
He put his arms around me and pulled me to him and I rested my head on his chest with my arms around him. His heartbeat was what put me to sleep and soon he fell asleep himself.
Two Days Later
Michael and I had to be sure we had everything all set and ready to go. Our flights were set, the crew was set, everything was set and ready for the rest of the tour. I sat on the couch, getting one last look at Neverland before leaving, while Michael was getting last minute things done. I was going over what we did yesterday in thought.
'Okay, I gave my mom the design of the dress, I helped Michael pack, I have two of my cards, Muffin is with my parents again until we get back...I think that's all. Yeah, it should be.' I thought.
I checked through my little carry-on bag and didn't see anything missing. I had my sketchbook, some pencils, my colored pencils, my pens, my erasers, everything. My phone and charger, too. I could never leave those behind. I wouldn't ever forget my phone...well...I take that back, I would sometimes forget it, but only because it would need to be charged after only about 2 or 3 hours. My phone was just that strange. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and saw Michael with his suitcase. I stood up and went over to him and helped him with it.
"Thanks, Rebecca." He said, smiling a little.
I smiled back at him. "No problem." I said.
When we got his suitcase next to mine, we sat down on the couch together and waited a little bit. He took my hand in his and put his other hand on my stomach and smiled.
"I can't believe you are already 5 weeks. Seemed like yesterday that you just got pregnant."
"I know, right? It really seemed like it. I'm glad this one survived, unlike our first one."
"To think that the first time we made love, we almost had a child."
"Then because of my injury opening and having to have it restitched, we lost it."
"Our second time didn't work for us."
"So the third time was the charm. I think our second time wasn't really our lucky time because of that damn demon taking over me."
Michael kissed my head and I put my head on his shoulder and he put his head on mine. "I thought we'd have to try maybe one or 4 more times to get a lucky number."
I giggled a little. "I was thinking that, too." I looked up at him. "Are you reading my mind or something?"
He giggled and looked back at me. "I might be. Remember, we're usually always on the same page."
"Oh yeah." I giggled. "My parents thought that was funny how we always were on the same page. Yet, they still can't believe it. They actually still can't believe I'm gonna be having your baby."
"Really now?"
"Yeah. They, well my mom really thought that you had raped me the first time just to get me out of the house. It took her a while to actually get that we did it because we wanted to and that it was gonna get to us if we didn't."
"Oh my God...well, I can understand that......Becka, there's something I was meaning to tell you, though."
"What's that?"
"Well...I may not be a Jehovah's Witness anymore, but...I guess it was also out of instinct and what I was taught that I proposed to you, not just your father's permission to marry you. Mother always told me that if I got a girl pregnant, I'd have to propose at some point, but if I had known about you getting pregnant that first time just from seeing how you were the next day, I would've proposed then, but I wasn't so sure about it."
I put my hand over his and he looked at me. "Michael, I didn't know you got me pregnant until 4 weeks later that first time. I never had any symptoms until that 3rd week. I was gonna tell you that day when I found out, but I was scared to know your reaction. I was afraid you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore or wanted to be with me if you found out I was."
He let go of my hand and caressed my cheek. "Why wouldn't I be with the girl I love? I loved you so much. I wouldn't want to ever leave your side. When that incident happened to your neck, I wanted to be in there with you to be sure you were alright."
A tear fell down my cheek. "Y-You wanted to be in the room with me?"
He wiped the tear away and kissed my cheek. "Yes. When you went into the ER, I was frustrated with myself because when you told me that you'd be alright by yourself that day, I wanted to be there to make sure nothing happened to you when your parents and brothers would get home. I didn't want you to be alone."
A few more tears fell down my cheek and I started shaking. Michael pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back and I wrapped my arms around him and cried on his shoulder. "I should've let you stay with me until my family got home. I thought I was gonna be alright. If it hadn't happened, I would be 2 months pregnant by now, maybe 3 months. But my mother would've been even more furious with me..."
Michael continued to comfort me and eventually got me to calm down just enough to breathe normally. We looked through the window and saw Bill and got our things and headed out. We put our stuff in the trunk of the car, got in and Bill started driving us to the airport.
At The Airport
Bill got us to the terminal and it took a lot of convincing to let me bring the water I was having to drink on the plane. It even took a while to get them to understand why I was bringing it on with me in the first place. They thought I was lying when I said I was pregnant, but when they saw the ultrasound I brought with me, they finally understood. Michael and I boarded the plane with our stuff and sat down. Michael was by the window and I was next to him. I had my water on my lap and buckled myself in and then we started to take off. I hadn't been on a plane since that trip to Japan when I was 10 or 11, so it felt weird being on a private plane. When we were in the air, the crew started chatting away about every single part of the show and what Michael expected to see described one word...perfection. I looked over at Michael and saw that he was looking out the window and I could tell he was in deep thought about something. I took ahold of his hand and he looked over at me.
"What?" I asked.
He giggled a little. "Nothing. I was just thinking." He said.
"Thinking about what?"
"Well...the first time I rode a plane. I remember not wanting to go on any more planes because I always thought they'd crash with me and my brothers in it. But look where that led me."
I giggled a little and lifted his hand and kissed it. "Well, it's usually only for tours, right?"
"Yeah. The European part of the tours, that is. We'd take a tour bus for the American part of the tour. The only time we'd have to get on a plane for the American half of the tour is only to get to Australia or any other places around North America like Hawaii or Alaska. I don't even recall even going to either of those two states."
I giggled and rubbed his hand. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. Let's just be sure your fans don't tear you to shreds."
He giggled a little. "Oh God. The fans back when I was with Jackie, Jermaine, Marlon and Tito...they were insane. They hurt us, especially the females. God, they forgot how sharp their nails were and they would grab at us. I still have some of the scars on me from them."
"Isn't it covered with make up or just covered by your sleeves?"
"It's covered by my sleeves. I don't usually show them, but you did see them, right?"
"Yeah, I did...that night we had made love for the first time. They seemed to be healing."
"Yeah they are, but it makes me scared that they'd try to tear me apart. I'm still scared that it might happen."
"Don't worry, Michael..." I patted his hand lightly and kissed his cheek. "You'll be fine."
He smiled a little and kissed me. "As long as you're with me, I will be just fine. I'd be so lonely without you."
I smiled and kissed him back and put my head on his shoulder and he put his head on mine. We watched some of his short films, including Captain EO, random TV shows and some movies like Peter Pan, Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs and even Cinderella. We even played some games and pulled a few pranks on the crew. They never suspected a thing. Soon enough, we got back to our seats and we started to feel the plane descend. We were landing in Italy, which was one place I haven't been to, but heard so much about. I was sure I was gonna like it there, because it was one of the lands of romance. As to how most people would call it, the home of Romeo and Juliet. Well, Michael and I were kinda like Romeo and Juliet, only our love wasn't forbidden like theirs was. There were times where my mom thought about keeping me at home so I wouldn't get to see Michael, but she always thought that I'd commit suicide. That was the only reason why she would let me be with him, just so I don't commit suicide.
Arriving At The Hotel
Michael and I just got to the hotel with the crew and we all got settled in our rooms. Michael specifically asked for one room for both of us, since one: we were engaged and two: he could keep an eye on me because of me being pregnant. He was protective of me since that day I was kidnapped and almost literally died, according to what my doctor had said. I was just lucky enough to survive. Anyway, Michael got on a disguise and we started walking around Italy. Some people stared at us and when they saw his face, they knew that it was him. They ran up to us and asked for a picture and an autograph and it made me think back to when we were in California that his fans did that to us when we were walking home. It was funny how I was apparently famous in the same areas he was. Although, it was loads of fun. Being famous does have an advantage, but it also has a disadvantage...well, two disadvantages: lies from the press and almost being killed by the fans. The only advantage it has is that the fans get to see us. We went sightseeing in I think 3 different places in the closest cities, one of those places being the supposed home of Juliet. The guards around there let me go inside and up to the balcony and act out as her, guaranteed I didn't speak Italian.
"Oh Romeo, Romeo. Where for art thou, Romeo?" I asked, sounding just like Juliet.
Michael giggled and he started acting like Romeo. "I am down here, my fair Juliet." He said.
I looked down and he was on his knee and I giggled. It was so funny seeing him act like he would if he was in the play and if Shakespeare was watching every move he made. He climbed up the vine and got on the balcony with me and kissed me in front of the fans. They were screaming like crazy (as expected) and it made us giggle. We got out of the building and went to walk around some more. We ate at a fancy Italian restaurant and eventually went back to the hotel. We walked into our room and talked about what we did that day.
"That was fun, wasn't it, Rebecca?"
I giggled. "Yes it was fun. It's great here. I love it. I would've loved to move here if I ever had the chance."
We looked at the time and knowing that we were overseas, it was getting rather late. We got into our pajamas and got into bed. We turned the TV on, not caring if we were watching anything in Italian. Michael put his arm around me and pulled me to him and I put my head on his chest and watched some TV with him. It was gonna be an exciting time on tour with him, I could tell. Soon enough, after about maybe an hour, we fell asleep.