Author's Note: Again, apologies if this chapter isn't the greatest, please read and enjoy and review :)

Chapter 24: Emotional Rollercoaster.

"Feelings are much like waves, we can't stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf." ~Jonatan Mårtensson

Later, I lay in bed with Michael, his head resting on my stomach, his long fingers drawing lazy circles over the tight skin covering our child. I giggle when our son kicks, causing Michael to jump slightly.

" How far along are you now?" Michael asks, turning his head to look at me. I smile slowly, running my fingers over his hair.

" Mmm, almost six months," I murmur, reveling in the feel of his silky hair.

" Should you even be traveling Daniella? I mean haven't I heard somewhere that the final trimester most doctors warn pregnant women to put off long plane, or car rides until after the baby?" he asks, his voice riddled with worry.

" Haven't you learned yet Michael? I'm not most women?" I ask, laughing when he rolls his eyes at me.

" I'm being serious Dani," he says, sitting up to look at me. I sigh, rolling my eyes right back at him.

" Fine, fine. The doctor may have been a little on the apprehensive side about me flying, but I found I can be quiet persuasive when I need to be," I say, giggling at the look on his face.

" Well, after the weekend, we're flying home," he says, and I sit up looking at him in shock.

" Absolutely not, you are not cancelling this tour because of me," I argue, crossing my arms over my chest.

" I wont cancel it, I will just postpone it until after the baby comes," he says, his voice serious.

" You can do that?" I ask, looking at him skeptically. I was always under the impression that when a singer postponed shows the people financing the whole deal got rather perturbed and seeing as how this would be the second time that Michael would be putting the same show on hold, it just didn't sit right with me.

" Of course I can do that," he says, pulling his hair up in a tight ponytail. " Just watch me work baby." I throw a pillow at him when he winks at me, laughing when he easily steps out of the way.

" That didn't count, the baby has me off balance," I grumble, laying down on the bed.

I wake up smiling when I see Michael's face next to mine, his face relaxed and smooth. I could stay here forever, if it wasn't for the fact that I had to pee so bad. I slide out of the bed, remembering the look of excitement on his face when he told me that the concert had been successfully postponed until after the baby comes. His eyes lit up when he talked about all of the things he was planning, telling me that he wanted me to move back in with him at Neverland, how he looked forward to putting together the nursery. I sigh as I shut the bathroom door behind me. I should be elated, and part of me is, and yet my head and thoughts cant seem to wander. Did he and Lisa share his bed? I shudder at the thought, rubbing my hands over my face. Everything should be just perfect in my life, I have Michael back, we're going to start a family, and yet I cant shake the sadness completely away. I stare into the mirror, wondering if anything is ever going to be right?

" Hey, you all right?" Michael asks, bringing my hand to his lips. I look away from the window of the plane, smiling the best that I can at him.

" Yeah, everything is great, just tired," I reply tightening my hand in his.

" Mmm, then sleep, it's a long ride," he says, pulling my head onto his shoulder, and I cant help but smile. He can be so demanding sometimes. I close my eyes, yawning slightly, the humming of the plane lulling me to sleep.

I know I'm dreaming, how do I know this you might wonder, well because for one I'm at Michaels house, Neverland Ranch, and my pregnant stomach is flat. I look around, the sound of Michael's laugh flowing down the hallways. I smile, my heart lifting. I walk towards his room, my bare feet making no sound as I go.

' Get back here,' Michael's voice calls out, a giggle on his lips. I open my mouth to call out to him, to tell him I'm right here when another voice floats through the air.

' Come and get me baby,' the voice says, and I freeze knowing it isn't me. I stand in the doorway, watching as Michael jumps onto his bed tackling someone. I watch in horror as he wrestles with the woman, her laughs roaring in my ears.

' Michael, Michael, what is she doing here?' the woman laughs, pressing kisses to his neck staring at me with familiar eyes. My chest heaves when I realize who it is in bed with him. Lisa. Michael turns his head, his eyes meeting mine a sick smile on his lips.

' I don't know, what are you doing here DanI?' he asks, his hands groping his bedmate.

' I, I don't understand. You said, you said you loved me,' I stammer out, tears burning my eyes thickening my throat.

' I lied,' he murmurs, and I turn to run, their deafening laughter chasing after me.

I open my eyes, my lungs burning as my eyes search the darkness. I turn my head, Michael's sleeping face blurrily coming into view. I try to steady my breathing, as I unbuckle my seat belt. I climb easily over Michael's sleeping form, making my way to the bathroom. I slide the doors closed silently behind me, sliding down against them, burying my head into my hands as my body shakes from my tears.

Michael's POV

I felt Dani jolt awake and I knew by the way she held her breath when she climbed over me that something wasn't right. I wait until the bathroom door closes behind her to open my eyes. I stare into the darkness wondering what's wrong with her. I catch the faint sound of her crying, fumbling with my seat belt. I take three easy steps to the door, lifting my hands to knock.

" Dani," I call out softly, pressing my hand to the door. Her choking sobs tearing at my heart. " Baby, what's wrong?" When still there's no answer I knock harder. Finally the door opens revealing Dani, her long hair rumpled from her sleep, her eyes slightly puffy from her tears.

" Can't a pregnant woman cry in peace?" DanI demands, her slender shoulders shaking with her tears.

" I just worry about you. What's wrong you can talk to me," I say, trying my best to sound soothing. She sits down heavily into her seat, staring at her hands.

" You'll laugh at me, and if you don't laugh you will think I am crazy for having such a morbid dream" she whispers and I sit next to her taking her hands in mine.

" I will not laugh at you or think your crazy," I promise, trying to coax her into telling me what has her so upset.

" I had a dream, a horrible, terrible dream," she says, and I shake my head.

" What was it about?" I ask, watching as she turns to look at me.

" Well if you will just shut up I will tell you," she says, her voice coated in anger. I was warned by everyone I knew, a pregnant woman's hormones are volatile. " I was at Neverland, and I heard you laughing, asking someone where they were. I thought you were talking about me, only when I opened my mouth to answer someone else's voice called out to you. I was watching you and Lisa, and you guys were laughing at me. You told me you lied to me when you said you loved me." I stare at her wide eyed. All of that, in a dream? So this is what was tormenting her when she should be finding peace in her dreams.

" Dani," I murmur, pulling her close, the feel of her hot tears seeping through my shirt making me curse the day I had been talked into the 'marriage' to Lisa. I run my fingers through her hair, when she suddenly pulls away from her eyes intense.

" Can I ask you a question?" she asks, and I smile at her.

" You know that you can," I answer her, pressing a light kiss to her finger tips.

" Did you ever sleep with Lisa-Marie?" she asks, and I freeze, hesitating for a moment. " I mean, she's beautiful, and skinny, and so smart, so I know it would be hard for a man to resist, but I need to know. Did you and Lisa-Marie have sex?"

" Dani, I," I reach for the words. 'Lie to her,' my head screams at me, but before I can even say anything a light blooms in her eyes.

" Oh, oh you and she, you did," she stammers, her eyes flooding again. I watch in horror when she pushes up from her seat, and I try to stop her, standing in her way.

" Dani please let me explain," I beg, firmly standing my ground.

" Unless you want me to throw up all over you, you will get the hell out of my way," she hisses as she presses a hand to her stomach. I slide out of her way, feeling completely defeated when she slides the door to the bathroom shut loudly, the sound of her vomiting making me feel horrible.

Dani's POV

I stare at the wall of the bathroom, my body weak from vomiting. I should have known. Of course they slept together, they were married after all. It's not like we were together at the time. So why does it anger me so much? When did they sleep together? Was it just once, to consummate their happy marriage? I snap the door open, the sane side of telling me to let it go. The not so sane side of me, the bigger side of me running rabid with hormones that have been thrown for a loop due to my pregnancy kicking into over drive. Michael looks up at me, a sad look on his face.

" When?" I demand, crossing my arms over my chest.

" Daniella, please just drop it, it doesn't matter. I'm with you, I'm yours, please, just let it go," Michael begs, his aversion to answering the question only angering me more.

" Why wont you answer the question Michael?" I ask, ignoring his pleas.

" Because its pointless. Look I know that right now, there are like a million hormones coursing through you and its making you a little," he says, and I growl at him, my blood boiling.

" Its making me a little what? Crazy? No see hormones aren't the reason for this. If I am going to be with you I think I deserve to know when you slept with her," I hiss out, crossing my arms indignantly over my chest.

" Dani please," he says, his eyes growing darker. I shake my head at him, showing him that I am not going to just drop it.

" Was it to consummate your marriage? The first night you guys were married?" I ask, and he shakes his head. " Before you were married?"

" What! God no," he says his voice rough from his anger.

" Then when?" I scream, throwing my hands in the air with frustration.

" The night the case got dismissed okay," he yells at me, his words slamming into me like a cement wall. My head spins.

" You, you mean you slept with her after I announced to the entire world including you that I was still in love with you?" I ask, my voice deadly calm despite the fact that my heart feels as if its going to leap from my chest.

" Dani, its sounds horrible I know. Its just, you didn't talk to me when we left court, and then you wouldn't answer your phone, and we were all so excited, and it just sort of happened," he stammers blushing deeply at his weak explanation.

" I am so sorry that I didn't come talk to you Mr. Jackson. Forgive me for forgetting to put you first, even though I had just poured my heart out in front of the entire world, you should have been the first thing I was thinking about. Forget the fact that you sent me away, not the other way around. I just, I cant even, oh God," I spin back into the bathroom unable to close the door in time, bending over the toilet.

" Damn it Daniella," he says, his hands reaching to hold my hair, " I'm sorry." I shrink away from him, trying to hold it in.

" Don't touch me," I groan, losing my slippery control on my emotions, tears pouring down my face when I reach over sliding the door closed on his pain stricken face.

I stare at the bathroom wall counting down the minutes on my watch. I have grown used to Michael pounding on the bathroom door, okay maybe I haven't, I have just learned to tune it out.

" Daniella, please, the plane is landing," Michael says, and his voice quiet. I roll my eyes opening the door to brush past him. I take a seat, on the opposite aisle of Michael, my eyes unblinking as I fasten my seat belt. I grip the armrests of my seat as we descend, praising God when the plane lands. I pull of my seatbelt, grabbing my bag quickly before Michael can stop.

" Dani, Dani will you stop," Michael calls after me as I walk quickly and carefully down the stairs of the plane, his arm catching mine as soon as my feet hit the tarmac. I glare at him as I pull my arm from his grasp.

" No. I want to go home, and I want to sleep. Just leave me alone. I will talk to you when I'm ready too," I say, starting to walk away.

" How are you going to get home Daniella? Walk?" he asks, unable to hide his growing frustration. I turn to look at him, and the awaiting car. My feet scream at me, and my back aches telling me I would never make it home or to a taxi at the very least.

" Whatever," I proclaim, stalking to the car sliding in turning away from him, refusing to look at him.

I wake up slowly stretching, looking around confused. I sit up, my eyes adjusting the dark quickly. It's a familiar room, the room I had occupied during my short stay at Neverland a few months ago. I search for the clock, my eyes widening at the time. Four a.m. how long did I sleep? I slide out of bed, easily maneuvering through the room into the bathroom. I flip on the light, noticing the door to what used to be Carly-Ann's room slightly open. I push it open, staring in awe that nothing has changed. He kept it the same. I walk into the room, running my fingers over the furniture, tears instinctively rushing to my eyes. Everything inside of me screaming at me with anger. To get so angry at him for something so trivial, when all of this time he never forgot about my lost little girl. I leave her room, walking down the dark hallway, slipping into Michael's room. I brace my back to the door, watching him. His form bathed in shadows as he stands in front of the window. His pajama pants hanging low on his hips, his naked chest glistening in the light of the moon.

" You kept her room the same," I say, breaking the silence. I watch as he turns his head, a weak smile on his lips as he nods.

" It felt like she was still here, keeping everything the same, and I hoped that if you ever came back, it would show you, how much I love her, and you," Michael says, his voice soft and ripe with emotion. I cross the room, wrapping my arms around him, burying my face against his chest.

" I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed it. I don't even know why I did, it doesn't matter," I say, trying my hardest to smile up at him when he lifts my face.

" It does matter Dani. I never want to hurt you, and I know that your hurting. What happened that night between Lisa and I, it meant nothing. It just happened, and if I could take it back I don't even know that I can say I would," he says, and I feel taken aback by his confession. " Only because its what showed me, really showed me that you're the only one I want to be with for the rest of my life. She was rather put off when I told her you were who I was thinking about the whole time." I slap his arm playfully rolling my eyes.

" Smooth Michael," I joke, wiping my face with the back of my hands. " So if I promise to not go all pregnant psycho woman on you again, can you promise me something back?"

" Anything," he murmurs pressing his lips to my hair as he holds me close.

" If I ever bring up the whole subject of you and Lisa doing, it, tell me to just shut up," I say, smiling brightly at him.

" I can do that," he assures me, and I laugh as he presses his lips to mine.