I woke up, seeing my handsome fiance laying his head on my chest, both of us still not wearing any clothes from the precedente night. I was so happy to be home. I could finally see my baby smile, hear him speak, feel his touch. I'm home.
Michael woke up as I started to lightly stroke his hair. He looked up at me and smiled. God, that new smile of his. "Good morning, future Mrs. Jackson" "Haha, good morning current Mr. Jackson." We shared a baciare then just laid in letto for a while talking. Talking about how excited we are to get married and how we already want to make decisions. We made an agreement to start today. There was a silence between us for a few minuti that I just had to break. "I Amore you, Michael." I whispered into his ear. I then placed a baciare on his forehead. "I Amore te more." He adjusted himself so he could lay ontop and look down on me.
Michael flashed that breathtakingly new smile I just can't get over. I pulled his face closer to mine so I could baciare his soft warm lips. I let him go then watched him go to his side of the letto to grab his underwear. I laid on my left side, watching him get up and open the blinds to the bedroom balcony doors. The sun's rays hit Michael's face so perfectly. I smiled as I watched him walk to the balcony rail and gesture for me to come to him. I grab a letto sheet and wrapped it around my body even though all I had on was my bra and underwear. As I walked towards Michael, he stepped aside so I could stand infront of him with Michael standing against me from behind, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my right shoulder.
We stood outside and looked at the beautiful view of the sun rising. It was so amazing, it was almost unrealistic. "The sunrise is almost as beautiful as you, sweetheart." detto Michael. I giggled and continued watching the gorgeous scene.
*12 Hours Later*
"Well, when do te think we should get married? I think that's what we need to figure out now since we know who we will invite and everything else." I asked. Michael and I sat on the letto across from each other with the computer, paper and a pencil so we could write everything important and look up anything we were curious about. "How about.......May 5th? That's the giorno officially met again and had our first, well, everything." "That sounds excellent! Perfect! So we'll marry on May 5th 1988 and it's now June 2nd. That's enough time." We shared a smile then I took the computer to look up something. I wanted to look up a dress image for myself.
"Should we marry in a church, Taylor?" "Um...well, I always thought it was romantic to do that but we don't have to. Do te want to?" It really didn't matter to me because I either wanted to marry Michael outside o inside a church. "We can do a church. It's better to do it that way so we can have God as our witness." detto Michael. I could tell we were both clearly excited! I bet Michael wishes our wedding was tomorrow. As I typed on the computer, Michael came towards me and laid his head on my lap. I don't blame him for wanting to lay down. It's 9:00 o'clock at night and we have been working at this for five hours.
"Is my baby getting sleepy?" I asked. "No. I just wanted to lay here so I can look up to an Angel from heaven." I looked down from the computer to Michael and smiled. I then placed my hand under his chin and leaned downwards to give him a quick peck on the lips. I smiled into the baciare and I felt that Michael did the same. I then looked at him again and poked his nose. "Boop! I poke te nose!" We giggled and Michael then sat up and kissed my cheek. "I'll be back, hon. I'm going to go take a shower. I won't be long." "Okay, Michael"
As I took the advantage of Michael being away, I started finding everything that was absolutely perfect! I found the right dress, the right mini pizzo jacket, all the way down to the jewelry. I saved all the immagini and information in the preferiti file. Just as I turned off the computer and put it under the bed, I layed back in letto and closed my eyes. Not even a few minuti later, I heard a big thud in the bathroom. Then I heard Michael. "AHHH!! FUCK!!!! TAYLOR, HELP ME!!!!!!" I rushed into the bathroom to find Michael. . . . .
Michael woke up as I started to lightly stroke his hair. He looked up at me and smiled. God, that new smile of his. "Good morning, future Mrs. Jackson" "Haha, good morning current Mr. Jackson." We shared a baciare then just laid in letto for a while talking. Talking about how excited we are to get married and how we already want to make decisions. We made an agreement to start today. There was a silence between us for a few minuti that I just had to break. "I Amore you, Michael." I whispered into his ear. I then placed a baciare on his forehead. "I Amore te more." He adjusted himself so he could lay ontop and look down on me.
Michael flashed that breathtakingly new smile I just can't get over. I pulled his face closer to mine so I could baciare his soft warm lips. I let him go then watched him go to his side of the letto to grab his underwear. I laid on my left side, watching him get up and open the blinds to the bedroom balcony doors. The sun's rays hit Michael's face so perfectly. I smiled as I watched him walk to the balcony rail and gesture for me to come to him. I grab a letto sheet and wrapped it around my body even though all I had on was my bra and underwear. As I walked towards Michael, he stepped aside so I could stand infront of him with Michael standing against me from behind, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my right shoulder.
We stood outside and looked at the beautiful view of the sun rising. It was so amazing, it was almost unrealistic. "The sunrise is almost as beautiful as you, sweetheart." detto Michael. I giggled and continued watching the gorgeous scene.
*12 Hours Later*
"Well, when do te think we should get married? I think that's what we need to figure out now since we know who we will invite and everything else." I asked. Michael and I sat on the letto across from each other with the computer, paper and a pencil so we could write everything important and look up anything we were curious about. "How about.......May 5th? That's the giorno officially met again and had our first, well, everything." "That sounds excellent! Perfect! So we'll marry on May 5th 1988 and it's now June 2nd. That's enough time." We shared a smile then I took the computer to look up something. I wanted to look up a dress image for myself.
"Should we marry in a church, Taylor?" "Um...well, I always thought it was romantic to do that but we don't have to. Do te want to?" It really didn't matter to me because I either wanted to marry Michael outside o inside a church. "We can do a church. It's better to do it that way so we can have God as our witness." detto Michael. I could tell we were both clearly excited! I bet Michael wishes our wedding was tomorrow. As I typed on the computer, Michael came towards me and laid his head on my lap. I don't blame him for wanting to lay down. It's 9:00 o'clock at night and we have been working at this for five hours.
"Is my baby getting sleepy?" I asked. "No. I just wanted to lay here so I can look up to an Angel from heaven." I looked down from the computer to Michael and smiled. I then placed my hand under his chin and leaned downwards to give him a quick peck on the lips. I smiled into the baciare and I felt that Michael did the same. I then looked at him again and poked his nose. "Boop! I poke te nose!" We giggled and Michael then sat up and kissed my cheek. "I'll be back, hon. I'm going to go take a shower. I won't be long." "Okay, Michael"
As I took the advantage of Michael being away, I started finding everything that was absolutely perfect! I found the right dress, the right mini pizzo jacket, all the way down to the jewelry. I saved all the immagini and information in the preferiti file. Just as I turned off the computer and put it under the bed, I layed back in letto and closed my eyes. Not even a few minuti later, I heard a big thud in the bathroom. Then I heard Michael. "AHHH!! FUCK!!!! TAYLOR, HELP ME!!!!!!" I rushed into the bathroom to find Michael. . . . .
The moonwalk
