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★2003Neverland RanchWord Count: 4k

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2003
Neverland Ranch
Word Count: 4k

After a long, hectic week, you and Michael finally had a chance to wind down. The kids were spending the weekend with his parents, giving you two some much-needed time together. Lately, it felt like you and Michael barely saw each other, despite living in the same house. By the time you both crawled into bed, you were usually too exhausted to have any meaningful conversation.

Tonight, Michael suggested putting the home theater to use again by watching his favorite films-Charlie Chaplin classics. While these movies weren't your favorite, you didn't mind indulging him.

Michael returned to the theater room carrying a bucket of popcorn, his liquid butter spray, and hot sauce, then sat down beside you.

"Really?" you said, eyeing his concoction.

He turned to you with a smile, "What?"

"I don't understand you sometimes," you said, shaking your head.

"Don't knock it till you try it," he teased.

"Whatever," you replied, rolling your eyes as you spread a blanket over both of you to shield yourselves from the cold air, especially since you were both in your pajamas.

Michael grabbed the remote and pressed play, dimming the lights even further. You could hear him shaking up the butter spray and the hot sauce, then watched as he drizzled it over the popcorn.

"What if I wanted some, Michael?" you asked.

He shrugged, "You'll just have to deal with it, doll."

"You know I don't like that," you said, pouting slightly.

He chuckled. "That's why I brought you your own bowl. It's on the side table."

"Oh," you said, feeling a bit sheepish. "Thanks, Michael."

"Anything for you," he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes again but snuggled close to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead. "I'm glad we're having this time together," he whispered.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Me too. It felt like I never saw you. You were always busy with something, and I was always busy with the kids. I thought we were drifting apart."

"No, never. I told you that wouldn't happen again," he said firmly.

"I know, baby, I know," you said, turning your attention back to the movie. Despite being a silent film, Charlie Chaplin's antics were hilarious.

As one particularly funny scene played out, Michael's laughter filled the room, vibrating against you. "I've missed this," you admitted softly.

"Me too," he replied, his tone equally tender. "We should do this more often."

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