You Give Me Fever || Michael Jackson

Chapter 72: As Long As You Live

March 5, 1994

Becky's POV

Miracle's birthday was four days ago, and she is now a year old. The time has flown by like mad; it doesn't seem like five minutes ago, she was in my arms for the first time in the park.

However, today, Michael and I are going out together, for a picnic in the fields in the countryside. The local park is always way too busy, and we want to be alone, so we're travelling a little further afield.

The kids are going to be babysat by Michael's parents, because they feel like my parents have done way too much for us, and they've done nothing at all to help. That's not the case at all; everyone has been wonderful.

At this moment in time, Michael and I are driving to the countryside. There's a park-sort-thing not far from our home, which strangely, no one ever really goes to. They're missing out big time; it's beautiful there.

As Michael drives, his hand reaches across and rests on my thigh. It's just these simple little gestures that make me realise how much I mean to him; I mean, come on, we're engaged!

That's a point, actually – when will our wedding be? We've been so busy worrying about me and my health that the wedding planning has been forgotten. I won't broach the subject with Michael though, because maybe he's got enough on his mind already.

"Ah, here we are." His hand moves away from my thigh, his index finger pointing over at the large fields in the near distance, "Gosh, it's been a while since I've been here. It's beautiful like you, Becky."

His compliment is simply to get a reaction from me, so you know what? I'll give it to him.

"Whatever you say, Michael," I chuckle softly, shaking my head in amusement.

He beams at me, kissing my lips, before opening his car door and getting out. He walks around to my side, opening the passenger door for me, holding it open for me to get out as well.

"Such a gentleman," I smile politely.

As I walk past him, I feel him smack my backside, making me gasp in shock. After the initial startled feeling, a small laugh escapes my lips, as I turn around to see him smirking like mad.

"Still a gentleman?" he questions, biting his lip to contain his amusement. My eyes shoot playful daggers at him, so he raises his hands in surrender, before taking my hand in his, "So ... let's enjoy this picnic, shall we?"

After we've got the food from out the car, we start the short walk to the field together. I hear the rustling of tree branches behind me, despite there being no breeze at all, which confuses me. My head turns to see if anyone is there, but there's no one visible.

"Oh," I say under my breath, turning my head back around and continuing to walk normally.

Michael comes to a stop when we reach the perfect spot in the fields. He sets the picnic basket down on the grass, helping me to sit down. After all, my operation wound is still healing a little, so I have to be careful now – and Michael has to help me with some things.

Once I'm sat down, he joins me, crossing his legs and opening the basket. He brings out food like sandwiches, cupcakes, and my favourite ... cookies. If there's one thing that hasn't changed these past couple years, it's my love of cookies. It's cute that after everything that's happened, Michael hasn't forgotten my love for them.

My eyes wander over to the little plate of cookies; I'm waiting for Michael to say we can start eating, so I can make a grab for the biggest one there. Michael soon notices my longing gaze, and laughs cutely, "Go on, you have first dibs," he offers, using his hand to gesture in the direction of the plate.