I had a minor problem with writer's block. forgive me everyone...im running out of ideas! Help! lol. this really isnt gonna be an exciting chapter. next one will be a little better since they will be on their honeymoon. but seriously...please give me some ideas! i need fuel! lol. Love my girls!
Two Hearts. One Dream Ch. 19
Our wedding night was nothing short of glamorous and romantic. The thing that had me a little suprised was Michael insisted to be extremely careful with my wedding gown. He took it off gently and hung it back into the plastic bag and hung it in the back of my closet. He blushed when he tore my corsette and I laughed.
"Oops," he whispered. "Um...honey?"
"It tore again, didn't it?" I giggled. "It's okay. I doubt I'll be needing to wear it ever again."
"I don't think you will," he winked.
That night was full of passion. All the family left and Michael gave everyone the night off so we had the entire ranch to ourselves. Sam was even given the night off. Michael had police patrolling the block all night so we were completely safe.
We layed in bed together after about the tenth time we made love *blushes* and I had my head on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat.
"Hey," he poked me and made me jump. "Let's go for a swim."
I quirked a brow at him. "Now?"
"Yea, no one will see us. Let's live a little," he winked. I giggled and nodded. He jumped up and, with no clothes on, we both laughed and ran through the ranch to the pool. "Check this out," he laughed. He climbed up to the diving board and started doing a funny dance.
"What are you doing?" I laughed. "Be careful up there, now. Wouldn't want you to fall." Of course, my clumsyness rubbed off on him and right as I said that, he slipped and fell into the water. He landed harshly on his back and I winced. "Geeze," I gasped and dove in after him. I swam up to where he fell and felt around for him. He stayed submerged and grabbed my legs and made me jump. "Mike! Damnit!" He popped up laughing like crazy.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he smiled widely. We swam around for about an hour and I got tired and sat on the edge of the pool. I shivered when a breeze hit and Mike threw a robe on and wrapped a towel around me. He sat next to me and I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed. "Are you feeling okay?"
I nodded. "Mhm. I've gotta say, love, you have made me the happiest girl in the world," I smiled and he grinned. "Thank you for loving me."
He laughed. "No need to thank me. You're the one that came and healed my heart," he nudged me and then kissed my shoulder. "You're my angel," he whispered. I closed my eyes and smiled. After a minute, he started singing to me. "Girl, you're my angel. You're my darlin' angel. Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby," I sighed happily and kissed him.
"You're too sweet for words, you know that?" I gasped when I felt movement in my belly. Michael looked at me and then smiled when I looked at my belly. He leaned down and kissed my belly and started humming a lullaby. The movement slowed and I relaxed. We eventually moved back into the bedroom after we dried off and I went back to listening to my husband's heartbeat.
"So, tell me, my wife," he chuckled when he used those words and I smiled. "If you could visit any place in the world, where would it be?"
I thought for a moment. "Hm, Egypt." Michael looked at me and I raised my head up and shrugged. "It's a beautiful country. That's where all the history was made, you know. Moses freed the slaves there, and parted the Red Sea."
"It's close to Jerusalem, isn't it?" he pondered and then sat up, walked to his book shelf and dug through some books. I eyed him until he pulled out a book and flipped through some pages. "Yea, Jerusalem isn't far from the city of Cairo. Let's go there. You want to?"
"Go to Egypt? Uh, sure but that's rather expensive, don't you think?"
Michael grunted and made a funny face and I giggled. "Our honeymoon, my little queen," I rolled my eyes and he grinned. "So?"
"Hm, well sure. Do you have a passport?"
He gave me a goofy look. "Psh...duh! I travel the world occasionally. Of course I do. What about you?"
"I think I still have one. I think it expires next year, though."
"Okay, well then I'll go to my office and book the flight online." He got up and headed for the door. I looked at the clock and quirked my brow at him.
"Honey, it's two in the morning. We can wait until morning to do all that."
"No way, you know me. I'm impatient," he put his hands on his hips and I tried not to laugh. I just shrugged and followed him into his office. He plopped down and patted his lap. "Come sit," he smiled. I grinned and sat on his lap. He put one hand on my belly and one hand on the keyboard.
"Wow, you're good one handed. I'm impressed," I leaned back and he made a funny noise, almost a moaning sound. "Not what I meant you perv," I laughed. He grinned and did quite alot of research. Finally, he booked a flight for us to leave the day after tomorrow morning. "Good, that will give us some time to rest up."
"Rest? Oh come on, we can rest on the plane. That's what the recliner is there for."
I gave him a confused look. "You're plane can make it that far?"
"Well, not all the way silly. We'll have to stop to gas up maybe twice on the way there."
"That's all?" I whistled. "Wow, I didn't know you're jet could fly that far."
"Hey," he nudged my shoulder. "Don't diss the merchandise." I laughed and got up. We went to bed shortly after he printed the receipt for our flight. Everyone still had the day off the next day. I got up before Michael did that morning and decided to suprise him with breakfast. Kai taught me how to get his juice set and I made pancakes and eggs. I would've made bacon, but apparently my husband doesn't eat pork. I was happy about that. I hated pork myself.
As I flipped the pancakes in the skillet, Michael came up behind me and kissed my shoulder. "Mm, smells good. Can I help?" I looked at him and gave him a look. "Don't even say no, Lola. I wanna help." He crossed his arms and I giggled.
"Sure, get started on the eggs," I winked.
"Yes ma'am," he winked back and I rolled my eyes. He cooked the eggs perfectly and we had a great breakfast. We spent the day lounging by the pool. When it got dark, he got the idea of watching a romantic movie together.
"What kind of romantic movies are we talking here?" I asked.
"Go sit, and you'll see. I wanna suprise you," I eyed him again and he gave me the sad eyes. I groaned and turned to go find a seat. The baby was doing flips in my belly. I was starting to get bigger, but not too big. Michael always got onto me when I tried to cover it up. He called it "natural beauty". Go figure.
The movie started up and Michael ran and jumped over the seats and landed in the chair next to me. I smacked his arm. "Don't scare me like that."
"Sorry," he smiled. I stuck my tongue at him and he scrunched his face at me and made me laugh. "Okay, here we go." He hit play on the remote and I recognized the movie right away.
"The Notebook?" I asked. He nodded and blushed a little. "I love this movie. How did you know?"
He shrugged. "I just guessed." We snuggled up together and watched the movie. Michael fell asleep toward the end of the movie. He had his head on my shoulder and I grinned at him and nudged him.
"Wake up," I moved my shoulder and he stayed asleep. "Mike..." I said a little louder. I poked his side and he jerked a little but still stayed asleep. I groaned. "Ugh, you're impossible to wake up." I moved his head away and slid out of my seat. He jerked his head up and then rubbed his eyes.
"Sorry, did I fall asleep?" I rolled my eyes and he looked around the room.
"Yea, you think?" I put my hands on my hips and he smiled tiredly at me. I couldn't help but grin. He looked too cute rubbing his eyes like a kid. "Come on, goober. Let's go to bed." I took his hand and we walked to bed. The next morning, he was up before me and he was already packing his bags. I stretched and rubbed my eyes. He looked up from his suitcase and walked over to me and kissed me.
"Good morning, angel. Let's get you packed and ready," he whispered. I nodded and he helped me up. I was extremely tired for some reason and I couldn't stand straight on my own. I shuffled my feet to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. Mike went back to folding his clothes and I lost my balance and fell against the wall and slid down to the floor. I looked at my feet in confusion and Michael threw his shirt on the bed and ran over to me. "What happened?"
"I...don't know. My feet look weird to me for some reason," I mumbled. Michael looked at my feet. Apparently they were swollen. He looked at me with sad eyes and helped me back up.
"Maybe we better put this trip on hold," he whispered.
"No no, I'm okay. I'll be fine, I promise." Michael looked unsure. He wouldn't leave my side while I got ready. He insisted on helping me get dressed and I finally got him to walk away long enough to finish packing and load the bags in the car. I stood and tried to get my feet working again. I leaned on the wall and headed to the kitchen looking for pain killers.
I found none, and made my way to my bathroom and checked the medicine cabinet. None there either. I decided to check Mike's bathroom and when I opened it, several perscription bottles fell out into the sink. I gasped and tried to catch them. I started putting them back in a hurry and I read the labels.
"What's this? Xanax, Loritabs, Oxycodone...what the hell?" I whispered. I heard the front door close and I slammed the cabinet shut. I walked out and sat on his bed before he walked in.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked.
"I was actually coming to see if you had any pain killers laying around. Couldn't find any in my bathroom or in the kitchen."
He looked away for a minute. "Are you in pain?" he asked quietly.
"A little. I'm okay though. What about you?" He looked at me and I looked back at the bathroom. He bit his lip and fixed his hair a little.
"I guess I shouldn't hide anything from my wife," he smiled weakly and I watched him slowly walk over to me and sit next to me. "You read about what happened during that Pepsi commercial right?" I nodded. "Put your hand here," he took my hand and put it on the top of his head. I felt what seemed to be scar tissue. It was scaley and rough. "I was put on many different pain medications and I guess for a few years now, I fell in and out of addictions to them."
"It's okay," I whispered. He put his head on my shoulder and I rubbed his back. "I really wouldn't call it an addiction. You don't use as much as you used to, from what the tabloids said. I'd say it's more of a dependency thing." He raised his head up and kissed me softly.
"I love you so much," he whispered against my lips. I kissed him back.
"I love you too, but why do you seem so suprised at me?" I asked.
"You're just incredible. Not really about what you know from the medical field, but because of how understanding you are. I never knew the day we met, that I'd feel this comfortable around anyone. I don't even discuss these things with my family," he admitted.
"What about Lisa?" he winced and I bit my lip. "Sorry, forget I asked."
"No, it's okay. I could never talk this openly with Lisa either. She always seemed to judge me. She was always so damned needy, it drove me nuts. We've done an interview before and she seemed too serious so I tried to play with her a little on camera and she snapped at me. She never played, never laughed...she just didn't understand me."
"It happens. Nobody's perfect," I smiled.
"Yea, and she's definite proof," he laughed. After a few minutes, we finally got everything packed and headed to the airport. When we got to his plane, he had the pilot take the bags and he picked me up bridal style and carried me into the plane. "I didn't get to do this at home. Tradition's tradition you know," he smiled and I giggled.
"Sure," I blushed. He carried me to the back and set me down gently.
"Check this out," he pulled out a double sized bed and grinned at me. "Now we can sleep the whole way...among other things."
"Haha, cute. No offense, but I'd rather sleep. The way you get me feeling in bed...uh...I'd rather the pilot not hear the sounds I make." Michael laughed and pulled me against his chest, kissing me passionately.
"I love the sounds you make," he mumbled against my neck. I moaned a little and he grinned.
"And I love you," I whispered.
Of course the first thing I did was curl up on that bed. The love my husband had for feather pillows made me love him so much more than I already did. Don't ask me how that's possible, because I have no idea. The first stop we made was ironically in New York. We decided to go back to Ground Zero and see how everything was going.
"Wow," I whispered. "They got everything cleaned up so fast." I stood in awe holding Mike's hand and looked over the area. Last time we were here, you couldn't see anything from all the dust and debris.
"It's Michael and Lola Jackson!" screaming fans suddenly surrounded us followed by the media. Michael wrapped his arm protectively around me and blew kisses to the fans as he always did.
"Lola, is he good in bed?" I blushed when a girl asked me that. I looked away and Michael grinned.
"Michael, is she better than Lisa?" I winced and bit my lip.
"Way better," he replied without hesitation and kissed my cheek. The fans cooed and made us both blush. Several pictures were taken and Michael signed alot of autographs. He never let go of my hand and I was thankful for that. Soon, we were back on the plane and I felt more energized. Michael slept more than I did and I ended up playing Guitar Hero on his mini television he had sitting by the front of the plane.
Our next stop was in Frankfurt Germany. This was going to be an overnight stay, so Mike booked us a hotel suite. More pictures were taken as we walked through the airport together. When we got to the hotel, I switched on the television to hear the news come on. They started talking about us and eventually, I got kinda nervous.
"What's wrong, babe?" Michael asked.
I looked away and put my hand on my belly. "How long are we gonna keep our baby a secret?" I whispered. Michael sighed and pulled me out of the chair and sat back down, pulling me into his lap.
"We don't have to, if you don't want to. I just wanted to keep you and our baby safe," he said quietly.
"But we are safe. I'm with you, aren't I? And I've survived more than enough media storms and still protected our baby."
"Yes, I know. But the risks..." he bit his lip.
"Mike...if we don't tell them ourselves, they are going to notice my belly and start all sorts of rumors," he looked at me and smiled.
"You're right. Okay, when we get back home, I'll schedule an interview and we will tell all."
"Okay then," I smiled and kissed him. The next morning, we headed back out to the airport and made our way to Cairo, Egypt. I grinned when we walked into the giant airport.
"A mall inside an airport? Ha! Now I've seen everything," Michael laughed. I rolled my eyes and we walked up to the front counter. The lady smiled when she recognized my husband, and eventually she recognized me as well. She gave Michael the key to our rental car and we drove out to the apartment we rented for the week. The man working for the front desk spoke in Egyptian and Michael eyed him. I smiled and spoke what little Egyptian I knew to the man and he smiled and led us to our room.
I noticed Michael giving me a funny look and I blushed. "What? Is there something on my face?" I touched my face and he smiled and shook his head.
"I just had no idea you knew Egyptian. Where did you learn that?"
"Oh," I laughed nervously and shifted my weight on my feet. "I uh, used to date an Egyptian. He taught me quite alot," I blushed.
"That's cool," he winked. "Maybe we'll run into him while we're here," he teased.
"God, I hope not." He laughed and we unpacked. I layed on the bed and looked out the window. "I'm glad we came here. This is just so amazing."
"It was your idea, my love. You have good taste," he smiled and kissed my head.
"I get it all from you," I kissed his cheek and he blushed a little. We fell asleep in our clothes that night. Cairo was such a beautiful city, but also a huge one. There's no telling what kind of trouble we'll end up causing while we're here.
