💖 Michael Jackson Mature Era Imagines 💖

Ping Pong 🏓

We were getting ready to play a game of Ping Pong, and it was one of my favorites.

Once Michael got the table set, I grabbed two mallets and ping pong balls.

"Let's play"!

I bounced the ball on the table and lightly hit it with my mallet.

Michael hit the ball back towards me with his mallet.

Then, I hit the ball a little harder.

It bounced away from Michael.

"Oops..."

I giggled and he did the same thing.

After Michael went and found it, he walked back to the table.

He lightly hit the solid white small ball and towards me, and I hit it back.

Only for it to accidentally land in Michael's hair.

"Hahaha"!

I pointed my finger while laughing at him.

Michael looked around in confusion.

"It's in your hair".

I giggled.

"Huh"?

Michael put his hand on his head and the ball fell to the floor, bouncing off.

Then, it rolled underneath the dining room table.

"I'll get it".

I said to him.

He watched as I walked into the dining room, then I crawled on my knees on the floor.

"I don't see it anymo—-owww"!

I had bumped my head on the table.

After searching for a little while, I finally found it.

"Did you hurt yourself"?

Michael asked, as I got back up onto my feet.

"I accidentally bumped my head".

I said, feeling around my head with my hand, and felt the pain.

Michael looked at the bump and could see that it was swollen.

"Aww. You poor little baby".

The singer hugged me close to him and I had to smile at how sweet and caring he was.

We decided to take a break from our game of ping pong.

Michael carried me bridal-style to the living room and then gently laid me down on the couch.

He then went to the kitchen and brought me an ice-pack.