💖 Michael Jackson Mature Era Imagines 💖

Hotel 🏨

Michael was listening to the cheering of the crowd from outside the window.

We were staying in a hotel for a week in Las Vegas.

It was like a little vacation away from home.

"Michael, what are you doing with that Sharpie"?

I asked him, as he grabbed one of the pillows.

He opened the window and the fans screamed in excitement when they saw him.

Then, I watched as he signed his signature on the pillow using the Sharpie.

I stood up from the bed and walked over towards him.

Michael pulled the curtains out just enough for me to stick my hand out and wave at the fans.

The singer gave the pillow to someone in the crowd.

After that, he blew a kiss to the fans before putting the curtains back and closing the window.

Once Michael put on his pajamas, we both walked over to the bed and sat down.

I smiled when he cuddled with me.

"Can you read me a bedtime story. Please"?

Michael asked.

I giggled at the cute face he was making.

After taking out a book that I had brought with me in my suitcase, I opened it and began to read it to him.

When I was finished, I wanted Michael to read a bedtime story to me.

"Okay, baby".

I watched as he grabbed a history book.

Michael took out his reading glasses and put them so he could see the words.

During all of this, I realized how boring it was.

I pretended to fall asleep by snoring loudly.

Michael looked at me and laughed.

"What are you doing"?

He asked.

"That book is soooo boring".

"No it isn't".

He giggled.

"Can't you read me something else like The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe"?

I moaned dramatically, lying my head down in his lap.

"Noooo....That one gives me nightmares".

He said, giggling a second time afterwards.

"Okay, how about Elmo Goes To The Potty"?

I asked.

"I don't have that book anymore".

Michael replied.

"Oh come on! What did you do with it"?

I crossed my arms and pretended to pout like a child.

"I donated the book to the Heal The World Foundation".

The singer couldn't help but laugh.

"After your precious angels were potty-trained"?

"Mhm..."

He nodded his head up and down.

We sat down in silence for a moment or two.

Then, I remembered something.

"Oh, I got an idea".

I stood up and began rummaging through my suitcase.

Michael watched as I pulled out a book.

"What's this one called"?

And then, he saw it.

It was Moonwalk".

"It's a book that you wrote".

I smiled at him.

Michael was blushing and smiling at the same time.

"You actually love my book"?

He said.

"I love it very much".

"Thank you".

And so, Michael took the book from me and he began to read the first chapter.

Then, after that, we were both getting sleepy.

So, we turned out the light and went to sleep while cuddling in each other's arms.