Author's Note: Hey Guys! I don't have that much to say this time! Keep reading and reviewing! Thanks for the wonderful reviews thus far! Enjoy the chapter!
Heaven Can Wait
Chapter 10: The Lies
August 2002 (Michael is 44, Sophie is 21)
"Let us see the baby, Michael," The crowd cheered below my balcony at the hotel we were staying at in Berlin.
I ran back inside the hotel and grabbed my baby, being sure to put his blue blanket over his head.
I walked back outside into the crisp, cool air and held my son up for the world to see.
I looked down, his feet were dangling over the railing, and I pulled him up quickly.
I walked back inside, shutting the balcony door behind me, and turning to face a very angry Sophie.
She grabbed Blanket out of my arms and hugged him close to her, "What are you thinking, Michael? He could've fallen!"
"Sophie, I had him tight in my arms. I wasn't going to let him fall," I raised my voice back at Sophie.
Sophie turned on her heels and began to walk towards the bedroom, I followed her.
She turned around, "Never do anything like that again! NEVER!"
The door slammed in my face and I felt my heart sink in my chest.
I spun around to find a knock at the hotel door.
I walked over to it and opened it quickly, "Hello Martin."
I greeted Martin Bashir as he walked into my hotel room, "Hello Michael."
Over the past few months I have been filming a tell all documentary with Martin.
Every time I saw him I thought of what Sophie said after we met him for the first time when he pitched the idea of a program to me.
She told me she didn't like him and that he would give me a bad name, but I didn't get that feeling.
As the documentary neared the end I was pleased with the way I had handled opening to him and the world and easily talked about the things that I would normally have trouble talking about.
We left the hotel in a black SUV and headed to the Bambi Awards so I could receive the Artist of the Millennium award.
Later That Night
I had searched every last room for my wife and my son, Sophie was so mad she left me!
I couldn't believe this, how many times must I defend myself over the 'Baby Dangling' incident?
I would never throw my child or any child over a balcony!
That's one of the most horrible things they've ever said about me.
I went into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, almost in tears.
Why did Sophie have to be one of the ones who believed this crazy story?
I loved her with all my heart and I can't afford to have her leave me now.
We were still practically newlyweds and working things out for our new life together.
Now I was in tears, I didn't know where Sophie and my baby son were and I was scared for them.
I looked up and found Sophie leaning up against the door frame with her arms crossed across her chest.
I almost broke into a sprint to get to her, "Sophie!"
Before I could pull her into a tight hug she walked away, I sighed, "Where were you?"
"I was at my mother's in Stockholm; I ate there, talked with her. I was planning on staying longer, but I realized I needed to come back. I already put Blanket in his crib," she said stripping from her clothes down to her undergarments.
She unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor; she slipped on one of my t-shirts and lied down on the bed.
I walked over and lied down on the bed on my stomach facing her, "Sophie, I'm so sorry; I was just showing them the baby. I was holding him tight. I wasn't going to drop him, that's ridiculous."
"Just promise me you'll never do that again," Sophie said in almost a whisper, touching my face.
"I promise," I said sitting up and kissing her.
Our kiss got more passionate and forgiving.
I gripped the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head.
She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and I helped her get them off.
I tore off my jacket and shirt never breaking our kiss. We kissed and began a passionate, loving night together.
Later that night I lied on my back with Sophie's arm around my bare chest.
I began singing Human Nature quietly and I heard Sophie drift into her adorable sleep.
March 2003 (Michael is 44, Sophie is 21)
We sat down in the theater with the kids on the floor in front of us.
We all had bowls of popcorn waiting for the Bashir documentary to premiere.
It started, looking pretty promising, but as it continued on I found myself getting irritated.
All the documentary was made of was the comments I made about children and they were turned into a sick, perverted discussion.
When it got to the close-up of me holding Gavin Arvizo's hand, I had had enough.
"Kids, why you go with Nanny Grace, okay," Sophie said to them, sensing my anger.
The kids left and Sophie turned off the disgusting program, "I'm so sorry, Michael."
"You know, I don't even care," I said, but I did, it hurt me.
"Michael," Sophie said.
I got up from my seat and paced the carpet in front of her, "I can't believe this! 'Why not share your bed!' What was I thinking?"
"Michael," Sophie repeated standing up.
My anger was growing inside me slowly, suddenly I blew up, "NOW THE WHOLE WORLD THINKS I'M SOME KIND OF DIGUSTING CREEP! I'M NOT A pedophile," that word rolled off my tongue almost making me vomit.
Sophie placed her hand on my shoulder; I pushed it away and turned to walk towards the door.
Before I reached the door I turned around again, "Are you happy! I didn't listen to you! YOU WERE RIGHT SOPHIE!"
I slammed the door behind me and left to go to my tree to cry for awhile, hopefully no one would find me there to interrupt my sorrow.
Author's Note: Stupid Bashir! Please Review!