Michael is such a romantic
Brooke thought about what she had just read, “Make it up to toi tonight? He didn’t mean... no... Oh my goodness, he did. Hehehe...”
She opened the door to yet plus surprises. The pathway from the bedroom to the cuisine was lined with rose petals. As she walked into the cuisine she saw a surprise breakfast too. Pancakes; her favorite. As she was eating, Paris and Prince walked up to her, “Hey guys how are you?” Brooke a dit hugging them both.
“Daddy a dit to give toi a Kiss when toi wake up,” Paris a dit as her and Prince kissed Brooke on her cheek.
“Aww thank toi so much. I l’amour toi both,”
“I l’amour toi too,” Prince said.
“No I do Prince,” Paris said
“Hey hey, toi both can l’amour me like I l’amour you. Listen, why don’t toi guys go play with your nanny and I’ll rejoindre toi after I get dressed, huh?”
“Yay!” Prince and Paris a dit in unison.
Brooke spent the jour playing with the children until Michael got accueil at 5pm. When he got home, Brooke ran into his arms and kissed him, “Hi there beautiful, how’d toi like your little surprises this morning?”
“I loved them Michael. But not as much as I l’amour you,”
“Well then why don’t toi go get changed in to that sexy black dress of yours that I l’amour so much and meet me back down here in half an hour. I’m taking toi out tonight.”
“Okay then sweetie. Only if toi wear something sparkly.” Brooke said, giving him a quick kiss.
Once they were ready, Michael drove out to the most beautiful place Brooke had ever seen. Nothing but fields, filled with trees and flowers. They walked down a candle-lit path (prepared earlier par Michael) to a big white gazebo with a picnic blanket lied down on the ground, covered in all of their favori foods. They spent hours there. Before they left, Michael pulled out a present from his pocket. Brooke opened the box to see a beautiful or chain collier that summed up their life in six words, “Life is like a l’amour song.” Brooke was over-joyed and held Michael tight. When they got home, Michael carried Brooke to their bedroom, laid her down on the bed, kissed her and closed the door behind them so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
Part 8 coming up soon. Sorry it was a little short.
Michael wearing something sparkly
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Michael Joseph Jackson was an American singer, songwriter, record producer, dancer, and actor. Called the King of Pop, his contributions to musique and dance, along with his publicized personal life, made
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Michael and Quincy sat in the room, listening to the tapes that were recorded just a few hours ago. It was unclear what Quincy thought, but Michael felt the grown up and disco feel it had. " This is gonna sell." He mumbled excitedly. Quincy nodded in agreement before standing up. " salut Mike, I gotta go, my wife Peggy is waiting for me. And so is her crevette, crevettes gumbo. See ya later Funky." He left.
Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the boutique getting repainted.
Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the boutique getting repainted.
