A/N: Sorry, but the next few chapters will be pretty short. They're sort of a detailed description of the wedding, the babies and such. There's one suprise though! ^_^ PLEASE review!
I was in the living room, flicking through the channels a three weeks after Aly moved in with me when I heard a scream from upstairs. Jazzy's ears pricked up and she got onto her paws, ready to follow her momma's bloodcurdling shriek. I raced up the stairs to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
''Come in!'' She shouted.
I hurried in and nearly ran into her.
''What's that?'' I pointed to something she was holding in her hand.
''Michael, I'm pregnant.''
''Really? Should I be excited or scared?''
''I don't know... I'm sort of both.'' She held up a shaking hand and put the test on the counter.
''Are you sure?''
''Positive.'' She took my hand and showed me all six pregnancy tests in the sink. Every single one had a little pink plus on the end.
''Wow. This is big news. So, I guess back to the hospital we go?''
''I suppose so. Do you want it to be a suprise?''
''The gender? Yeah. I love suprises.''
''Mmm... come here, daddy.'' She smirked, holding out her arms for me to hug her. I did, but then I swept her up in a long, passionate kiss.
We were starting to get pretty serious when Jazzy started howling at the door.
''Okay, we're making the dog jealous. Come on.'' She laughed, opening the door and letting her puppy lick her.
''She seems very protective.''
''Oh she is. That's why Matt made sure he closed the door tightly before he- ahem. Well, do you want to go right now?''
''Sure!'' I shrugged. We left Jazzy at home because we didn't know how long we would be out for, but we took a drive down to the hospital.
''We should know in two months what the gender is.'' Nurse Patti smiled. She was the one who helped Aly after Matt went psycho.
''Yay!'' Aly clapped her hands after we were told she was perfectly healthy, and Aly was given tips on how to deal with pregnancy.
''Aren't you scared?''
''I have you, what on this earth could I possibly be scared of?'' She was glowing with happiness, I just had to grin along with her.
We went out to dinner together, then we headed over to Tabbi's to tell her the good news.
''OH... MY... GOD!'' Tabbi freaked out, first kissing Aly on the cheek, then pressing a kiss into mine as well.
''Uh... the baby actually isn't mine.''
''Very funny, and I suppose you'll say Alyssa is not your lover?''
''Although those lyrics could work perfectly in Billie Jean, she is my lover, and her baby is not mine. They're Matt's.''
''Oh shit.'' Tabbi let slip.
''Uh huh. I'm just going to father him or her or them.''
''Aww how sweet. Damn. I go to Greece and find a whole new meaning to indigestion. You go to Greece and you find a hottie like him? My life sucks.''
''Sorry. Hey, he isn't all that great. If it wasn't for his dang morals, this baby might actually be his.'' Aly snorted, folding her arms.
''After we're married, I'll make up for it, I swear.''
''Huh. You make it sound like a promise.''
''Oh, you know I'll ask you.''
''When? I already know I want to spend my life with you! What's keeping you?''
''Finding a beautiful ring good enough to be on your finger... and the right time. Do you want me to marry you before or after the baby?''
''Before... and soon. Within the next month or so, because I don't want my baby showing during our wedding.''
''How about I ask you to be my wife before and we get married before, but we have the wedding after the baby?''
''Fine. I guess it will work... but after we are legally married, can we-''
''Yes, we can. We don't need a wedding to be married.''
''Okay, good. I'm getting impatient.''
It was amazing how much she wanted me even though Matt raped her and she was still sensitive about her dad. She had such an open heart.
After visiting Tabbi and Laurie, we went straight to our house. Of course by now, the press was eating it up. We were on every magazine and tabloid possible. So many headlines, they just made my head spin.
About two more weeks after our discussion about marrige, I made up a plan. I bought my baby a golden ring with a ruby cut into the shape of a heart on it. On the sides were the most perfect little strings of diamonds- three on each side. I dropped this ring in the petals of a rose and I brought the rose upstairs and gently set it on her dresser.
I made my way downstairs and sat in my chair. I was half asleep when I heard an excited squeal.
''YES! YES YES YES, A MILLION TIMES YES!'' I heard my fiance shout as she raced down the stairs.
''Yes to what, sweetheart?''
''Marrying you! I want to be yours forever!'' She giggled, straddling me on the chair. I placed my hands on her upper thighs as she tenderly pressed her lips to mine.
''Mmm... after we go the courthouse, we can go sooo much farther than this.'' I placed my forehed against hers.
''We could right now... but you have to continue to tease me.''
''It's not like I mean too. Besides, Aly, I figured you would want to wait a year or so before wanting commitment-especially after Matt-''
''That doesn't matter.''
''Alyssa, listen to me. Matt raped you. He tied you up and took something you can never get back. I know somewhere you are still hurting. Don't you dare act like it doesn't bother you.'' Her eyes filled with sadness and she got off me.
''I'll be in my room if you need me.''
'''Wait!'' I sighed, following her as she made her way up the stairs. I watched her slam the door to our bedroom with a heavy heart. Gathering up my courage, I softly knocked on the door.
''Go away. I need to think right now, Michael.''
''I know, but baby, if you're going to marry me, you need to let me inside. I know you're hurting, but please let me in.'' I waited patiently for her to open the door. I was silent as Alyssa sat on our bed and started sobbing.
''I wanted you to take it. It was yours!''
''What, angel? What was mine?''
''My heart! My body! My soul! EVERYTHING! I wanted to give you everything, but you wouldn't take it because of your beliefs.'' She shouted through her tears.
''Aly, do you know how close I got to taking it all? We had to wait. What would the press say? Would it even have changed what Matt did... or the way you feel about him?''
''Michael, I didn't want him to rape me. After I had that vision, I wanted to feel it with you first.''
''You shouldn't have kept that from me.''
''Why? It wouldn't have changed your mind!''
''You don't know that. I might have given in, had I known that.''
She continued crying until I climbed ontop of her and kissed her roughly. Her arms linked around my waist and I could taste salty tears in her soft lips.
''Aren't we going to get married first?''
''Fuck marrige. Aly, I want you. I've been trying to control it for a while now, and I just can't do it anymore. Are you ready for it?''
''Oh God yes.''
''It's going to hurt.''
''I know. I'm not a child.''
''You also know I love you, right?''
''And you know I love you too?''
I grinned as she helped me out of my jacket and I slipped her skirt off.
The blankets were warm and soft as I got up. It had to be around one in the morning when I went to look in the mirror and smirked. I looked like a mess. I was wearing Aly's lipstick all over my face and neck, then I could see several bruise- like hickies covering the base of my neck. She had fun.
''Is everything okay, baby?'' I heard her tender voice call out.
''Yeah sweetheart. Go back to bed, I'll be there soon.'' I smiled. So, there it all made love together for the first time out of a beautiful mistake, then we got married the very next day.
''Is everything alright?'' I asked her on the way home from the courthouse.
''Yeah. It's just perfect. Michael, about yesterday... you really didn't have to-''
''I did. Love needs expression, and it wasn't being expressed.''
''It was nice.''
''It was... and it is.
She grinned in the passenger seat before crying out in agony. I pulled the car over on the side of the road and started to recognize the sights and sounds of her visions.
''Ughh...'' She groaned, snapping out of it.
''What? What did you see?''
''I saw... absolutly nothing.''
''Don't lie to me. What did you see?'' I frowned, trying to be as strict as I could.
Her pretty green eyes met mine.
''In three hours, my dad will kill himself.''
''Where does he live?'' I asked.
''It doesn't matter. We're not going.''
''What? Why on earth not?''
''He's not my dad anymore.''
''Aly, I know you're mad at him, but God gave you these visions for a reason. You have to save him.''
''They're more of a suggestion than anything else.''
''I love you, but you're making a decision you will regret for the rest of your life. Please? Don't do it for you or him; do it for me.''
''Fine. But could you do most of the talking?''
''I'll try, but you know him best. In the end, it's up to you.'' I nodded. She gave me an adress and we sped off again, trying to find her dad.
His house was very, very small. It seemed pretty crowded as we entered cautiously.
''Dad?''
''NOW I'M HEARING VOICES?'' Someone yelled. Then, I saw him. He was in the kitchen, holding a kinfe up.
''Dad, please, don't!''
''Aly? My baby? I-I'm so sorry! Everything I did- I know you can never forgive me... but...I'm so sorry. I got clean. I went to counseling. I stopped all of that. I thought I was a changed man. Those memories, they still haunt me. I never thought I would see you again.'' Her old man dropped the knife when she walked in. I saw her expression soften. I knew that she still loved her dad.
''Daddy...''
''Michael Jackson? Now I know I'm dead.''
''No, you aren't. He's my husband.''
''You're... God, I knew you were special, but-wow. Take good care of my little girl, okay?''
''Daddy, don't do it! Please! I forgive you!'' Aly yelled just as he stooped to pick up the knife.
''You do?'' He shivered. I watched as my wife gently approached him. Sweetly, she took the knife out of his hand.
''Yes. I forgive you.''
Those words made her father's heart melt and he embraced his little girl. I think I felt tears well up in my own eyes.
''Thank you, baby. Look at how beautiful you are! You're mother... you look so much like her. When you were little, you-''
''Looked a lot like you. I know. You were always proud of that.''
''So, you're marrying the king of pop, huh? Well, good luck! I hear popstars are extremly snooty.''
''Nah. He's sweet. I love him, daddy. Michael, can he stay with us? I hate the idea of leaving him here. He looks so thin...''
''You're just like Patti. Always complaining about how thin I am.''
''You can move in with us if you want.''
''Really? I'll have to think about it.''
''I'm sorry, daddy. I'm so sorry. I could've called and at least seen if you had changed- I was just so scared...''
Her dad moved in within a few weeks of our pestering. We asked him to give her away at the wedding, and of course he said yes. Alyssa had changed. She felt happier- so much more secure. I knew it was for the better. She wasn't scared anymore. Sometimes, we spent whole nights having dinner together with her dad and talking about random things. In a way, I even felt better. I, of course kept my promise to Aly about making love to the break of dawn with her (we often did).