little by little again. if any of my chapters are boring...im sorry! lol the story is starting to wrap up now. i think i have enough ammo to finish the story...however all ideas are still certainly welcome.

i love my girls! :) btw Lauren is gonna teach me how to moonwalk! lol so to my girls...as it would be said by the king himself: "you're just another part of me" much love!

Two Hearts. One Dream Ch. 20

I woke up strangely early the next morning. The sun hadn't risen yet and Michael's face was buried into his pillow again. I had a mild heartburn, so I went to my bags and dug through some of the various medications we brought with us and pulled out a few tums. I took them and drank some water and stood out on the balcony. The sky was turning a faint blue, so it was only a matter of minutes before the sun started to rise. I looked out to the view and saw the three pyramids of Giza on the horizon. It really was a beautiful sight.

"Good morning, my queen," Michael whispered as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "How are you this beautiful morning?"

I smiled. "Just fine, my king. How are you?"

"I'm good," he hugged me tightly and then looked out to the pyramids. "It really is beautiful isn't it? Good call, love. I'm glad we came here."

"Me too," I whispered. We stood for a little while until Michael walked back in and made us some tea. We sat on the chairs on the balcony and watched the sun rise over the pyramids. "You know, I hear just before the sky starts to lighten, orion's belt lines up with the pyramids. Don't quote me on that, but I think that's how the people that designed them wanted it to be."

"I'll have to look that up later. In the mean time, what do you wanna do today?" he asked.

"Hm, well there's quite a few things we can do here. I'd love to go horseback riding, among other things. I read about a yacht on the nile as well. I just wish we could go out into public without being photographed or followed."

"We can," Michael mumbled and I looked at him strangely. He smiled and walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a bunch of makeup. "I've taken a few lessons by my makeup artist. We can make ourselves look, well...normal."

I laughed. "We're everything but normal," Michael nodded and looked down and I smiled. "But I like it that way." He smiled at me and then waved me over to him.

"Let's see what we can experiment with," he said, pulling out the makeup. I bit my lip and secretly wished Janet or Rebbie were here. "Relax, I've disguised myself on my own quite a few times. I've gotten better at it."

I relaxed into the chair and he got to work. Pretty soon, I looked like a tanned half-indian woman. I touched my face in awe. "Is...is that really me?" Michael nodded and I whistled. "Wow...nice job babe."

"Thank you, now it's my turn." He sat in front of the mirror and started to do his own makeup and I grabbed his hand and made him sit.

"Nope. Now it's my turn," I grinned and he rolled his eyes at me and let me do his makeup. I made him look half-indian as well and he was well tanned.

"How did you pull this off? I've never been this shade of tan before," he touched his face and studied it carefully. I bit my lip.

"I'm sorry, I can start over..."

"No! I like it. Thank you sweetheart," he kissed me and I smiled. Soon we set off into the city. We walked through the city and visited the markets. No one seemed to know who we were, which we were both relieved to say the least. We rode some horses into the desert and visited Giza. We even got brave enough to see a few mummies. Michael was curious however, and I was the one standing behind him clenching onto the back of his shirt. "What's wrong with you?" he laughed.

"Uh...I don't do good around dead people, thanks." He laughed and I smacked his arm.

"How many times have you seen the movie The Mummy and The Mummy Returns?"

"I lost count to be honest," I said quietly.

"This is reality, Lola. They aren't going to come alive," he smiled. Right as he said that, one of the tour guides came running in and made us both jump. I screamed and grabbed onto Michael and he screamed too. "God, don't scare us like that!" he panted.

"Sorry, so sorry. We got sand storm coming," the man said in his heavy Egyptian accent. Michael quirked a brow.

"Emshee?" I asked the man and he nodded. Michael eyed me. "What?"

"What is emshee?" he asked.

"It means 'go' in Egyptian. He needs to get us out of here before the storm hits." he smiled at me and I shrugged. The guide led us back to our apartment complex and the man behind the counter told us to lock the balcony doors, which we did. Once the storm hit, everything got very dark. Eventually we decided to call it a night and we spent that evening sitting together in front of the television.

"They have alot of funny words, don't they?" Michael laughed.

"Yea, they do." I smiled.

"So, I'm curious. What was the first thing you learned in Egyptian?" I blushed and looked away.

"You don't wanna know," I bit my lip.

"Yes I do. Come on, Lola. It can't be that bad," he sat up on his knees and poked my side.

"Stop that," I frowned at him and he grinned. I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Actually I learned the basic curse words," I looked away and he laughed. "It's not funny."

"Actually it is," he laughed even more and I huffed and folded my arms. "What? Come on, lighten up. It's funny."

"No, it isn't," I got up and Michael looked at me sadly. "I'm going to bed." I crawled under the covers and bit my nails. I can't believe I snapped at him like that. I was so mad at myself. Michael crawled into the covers and wrapped his arm around me. I relaxed when I felt his heart beating against my back. "I'm sorry," I whispered. I turned and buried my face in his chest and he kissed my head.

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

"Yes it is," I snapped my head up and tears burned in my eyes. "You asked a simple question and I snapped at you. I shouldn't act like that. I'm sorry..."

"Shh...stop that," Michael wiped my eyes and kissed me. "It's just the hormones. I was well aware of the things that would happen a while back."

"How?" I sniffed.

"Well, the night after you told me the news, I did my own studies and bought a few pregnancy books. I know what's going to happen with you soon. It will only get worse, but I'm going to be right here next to you through it all." I sniffed and gave him a weak smile and he smiled and poked my nose. "That's my girl. Let's get some rest. I'm taking you out to somewhere special tomorrow." he winked at me and I nodded.

We spent the next day in the apartment mostly. Michael ordered room service and went to the shower. When room service arrived, the man poored me a glass of sparkling grape soda into a wine glass. I thanked him and he left and I sat on the edge of the bed drinking it. Michael came out and looked at me strangely for a minute before walking over to me.

"What are you drinking?" he tapped his foot and I grinned.

"It's not alcohol, Mike," I smiled and he stared at me.

"Let's see about that," he took the glass and took a sip and then licked his lips. "Okay, you pass." I rolled my eyes and he grinned. "Get dressed. We have a date," I eyed him and then smiled. I was excited about dressing up. I brought a dress I was going to wear during one of the concerts, but I never got the chance. It was a silver dress and it had sequins sewn into it. It was spaghetti strap and one slit ran up about three inches above the knee.

I grinned and kissed Mike and jumped into the shower. He gave me a funny look when I dragged one of my bags into the bathroom with me. I did my makeup and got dressed. When I walked out, Michael was wearing his nice black pants, a white undershirt and a purple button up shirt. He pulled his hair back and put on his fedora hat. He looked up at me while he was lacing up his shoes and he nearly fell over.

"You look incredible," I said shyly. Right...I'm freaking shy now of all times. I'm married to the freaking king of pop, and now I'm nervous. What the hell?

"Me? I'm nothing compared to you, bella," I grinned at his choice of words.

"Bella?" I asked.

"It means beautiful. A word that doesn't even compare to the way you look right now. Wow..." he breathed.

"Thanks, casanova. So, where are we going?"

He smiled and took my hand. "You'll see." We walked out and I didn't even bother to ask him why we weren't wearing our disguises. He didn't seem to care who saw us, and if he wasn't worried, then neither was I. We drove up to the docks and he walked with me to a nearby dock. My eyes lit up when I saw a big gorgeous white yacht decorated in several lights sitting on the nile waiting for us.

"Oh...my..." I whispered.

"I know. My point exactly," I looked at Michael and his eyes lit up just as brightly as mine did. I smiled at him and he looked down at me and grinned. "Let's go," he whispered. We walked onto the yacht and was greeted by several well dressed workers. I looked around and noticed all I saw were workers and waiters.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked.

"There is no one. I rented this yacht just for us," my eyes watered and I blinked a few times. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Yes. Never been better," I smiled. We sat down to a nice dinner and a man with a violin started playing random music. Michael stood and took my hand. We danced under the gorgeous lights of the yacht, and we floated straight down the nile. It was so romantic. "I'm gonna miss having these moments with you."

"What do you mean?" Michael pulled back from me and looked into my eyes.

"I mean, we won't have alone time very often once the baby comes. I'm just gonna miss it, that's all," I sighed.

"Me too, but I think we're gonna be kept pretty busy for a while."

"Yea," I agreed. After that dance, we started getting a little more playful. We both ended up taking our shoes off and having another dance off. Michael taught me quite a few moves. He actually taught me how to moonwalk and I was ecstatic about that. "It's such a hard move, dam..." I mumbled and rubbed my legs. Michael laughed and pulled my legs into his lap and rubbed them for me. "How do you do this so often?"

"Practice. I started at an early age, remember?" I nodded. "It's okay. I'd say you'd get used to it when you do it more often, but I don't want you dancing like me very much. Atleast not until our baby is born."

"Yea, and afterwards, I might need to dance more than you just to lose the weight," I laughed. He rolled his eyes.

"You have to be healthy before you do any of that."

"Yes sir," I teased and he grinned. The day came to finally go back home and I really wasn't looking forward to it. I missed our family dearly, but I was perfectly content spending alone time with Michael. Going back meant more concert planning, and knowing my husband, he'd make me stay home. We both slept all the way home. We didn't even bother getting out when we stopped to gas up. His pilot didn't seem to mind. He came and woke Michael everytime we landed and he would wave him off and wrap his arms tightly around me and fall back asleep.

I wasn't surpised I was that tired, but I figured Mike would be used to these kinds of things. We went out and spent the day playing or sight seeing every single day we spent in Egypt. We both got sunburned, Mike was worse than me, but still not too bad. When we got home, Janet and Rebbie were there pacing by the door.

I hugged them both and Michael did the same. "So good to be home," I sighed and Michael nodded. I looked at Janet and she had worry written all over her face. Rebbie just looked pissed. "What? What is it?" I asked, putting my hand on Janet's shoulder.

"There's something you need to see, guys," Rebbie said, switching on the television. There were reports all over the television along with several different pictures, close ups of my belly. They caught a few with Michael's hand on my belly and I groaned. The media was going on about the baby not really being Michael's and why we'd want to keep it a secret.

"Who?" Michael asked quietly. "Who spilled it?"

"We don't know yet," Rebbie said.

"I do," we turned and saw Tito standing in the doorway. We all looked at him and he walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "You better sit down, sis." I nodded and sat down. "It was your father."

"What?" Michael growled.

"My father? But...how?" I asked.

"I don't know for sure. I have a theory though. He seems to be in communication with the British Sun..."

"What the hell? Aren't those the ones that gave Michael that horrible nickname?" I asked.

Michael nodded and looked down at his feet. "Jacko..." he growled. I grabbed his hand and he relaxed a little.

"Anyway...your father is in some serious debt. The British Sun advised him to get some kind of wrap on you two and take it to the media. They agreed to help him get out of debt. My theory is he used your pregnancy as his ammo. That seemed to be enough for them."

"I can't believe it," tears burned in my eyes and I tensed. Michael wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tightly against him. "My own father betrayed me...so much for family." I growled and then stood up suddenly. "Where is he Tito? I wanna talk to him."

"Lola...I don't really know..." he said quietly.

"Then I'll find out..." I walked towards the office and Michael called to me. I ignored him and stormed to the office and opened my email. I immediately found his email address and emailed him a rather harsh letter. Shortly after I sent it, I got an email saying that his email was no longer valid. "Damnit!" I jumped up and slammed my fist on the desk.

"Lola..." Michael stood in the doorway. "Don't...please. Stress isn't good for you or the baby."

"What does it matter," I grumbled through clenched teeth.

"It matters to me, Lola. Who cares what your father does? Really, that's his own mistakes. Nothing you can change. You said he was never really there for you to begin with, so try not to let this suprise you," he said quietly.

"It doesn't suprise me," I whispered as tears slid down my cheeks. "It just hurts. I thought family was supposed to be loyal..." Michael hugged me tightly.

"They are loyal, sweetheart. Our family is loyal, and I'm loyal to you. I'm never gonna let anything hurt you like this, and neither will our family," he mumbled against my neck. I nodded and sighed.

"I love you," I whispered into his chest.

"I love you too," he whispered back. "Now you have to try and let this go. Tracking him down will do us no good. Let's go back out there and speak to everyone. We'll get the entire family together and try to figure out how to fix this mess and get our life back together." I smiled and nodded. He wiped my eyes and took my hand and led me back to the living room. By that time, the whole family, even Joseph, had arrived.

We sat and discussed for a while and I eyed Joseph for a minute. He stayed quiet and listened and I got curious. "Joseph...what do you think?" Everyone looked from me to him and he thought for a minute.

"The best option at this point would be to go to the media yourselves and explain why this was being kept a secret. Be honest with everyone and hope for the best," he said plainly. I was shocked he was being decent towards me and I nodded.

"Then that's what I'm voting for. What do you think, honey?" I asked Michael and he nodded.

"Then we'll go as a family," Jermaine spoke. "Mike, set it up and we will be right behind you."

"Thanks everyone," he smiled and squeezed my hand.

ahhh family...dont u just love it? i know i do ;)