Author's Note:
Well here we are the epilogue of Dani and Michael's story, and I have discovered that I am not ready to let it go. I have tried thinking it over, but I just cant let them go yet, they have grown on me far too much. So I dont know if anyone else know's this, but I post stories on a Michael Jackson fansite online, and after everyone there fell in love with Dani and Michael's story, I started thinking. I am a huge believer in fate or destiny if you will. I have the belief that everyone has a destiny. I believe that there are different paths or roads if you will that lead you to where your supposed to go. So I started asking 'what if' What if Dani took a different road at some point how different would things have turned out for her and Michael, I mean after all they are destined to be together right? So keep an eye out, because I am far from done with Daniella and Michael :) Anyways, onto the epilogue, enjoy and review :D
Epilogue: Our Happily Ever After
" The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."-Allan K. Chalmers
June 6th, 1997.
I stand at the front of the dance studio, watching with a smile on my lips as I scrutinize over every movement. The music draws to and end and I clap enthusiastically.
" Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," I say, smiling into the faces of my ballet students.
" Thank you Miss. Dani," the echoing voices of five to seven year olds filling the room.
" Okay, so be sure to practice, the recital is Saturday," I say, hugging each student as I pass them off to their waiting parents. I wave at the last few students who look back to wave at me. I shut the door silently behind me, as I bend to pick up and hang up a few tutu's that were left behind.
" Momma!" the excited voice of Prince rings through the air as I turn and see my three and half year old son streaking towards me across the dance floor. I smile broadly picking him up in my arms spinning him around before settling him on my hip.
" There's my boy," I murmur reigning kisses over his face while his laughter rings through the room.
" Momma, I color a picture with Uncle Kyle, see," he says, thrusting a paper at me. I smile at the bright colors splashed across the page.
" Oh it's beautiful baby, can I hang it on the mirror?" I ask, setting him down.
" I do it, I do it," he says holding his hand out for a piece of tape.
" Oh okay, if you insist," I say sighing dramatically when I hand him a small piece of tape. I watch with amusement as he catches his tongue between his teeth in concentration as he sets to work on the task on hand. A pair of familiar and strong arms wrap around my waist, wide palms resting lightly on the small bump under my shirt. I smile looking up into the mirror Michael's eyes smiling back at me.
" Hello love, how was class?" Michael asks, pressing a soft kiss to my neck.
" Mmm good. The recital is going to be wonderful," I say, turning my head to press a kiss to his lips.
" Of course it is, those kids have the best ballet instructor in the world. How are you feeling?" he asks, circling his hands around my stomach.
" Just fine. The morning sickness isn't as bad this time around," I murmur enjoying the feel of Michael's fingers on my skin.
" Well after the recital your going to take a much needed break, Doctor Michael's orders," he says, brushing the hair from the nape of my neck so that he can press a tender kiss to my exposed skin. I shiver slightly before turning to wrap my arms around his neck.
" Yes sir," I murmur kissing him deeply.
" I love you Michael," I whisper, resting my head against his shoulder.
" I love you more," he answers his hands running over my hair. I smile when Prince tugs on Michael's shirt prompting to be picked up. I smile into the faces of my son and husband, knowing that Michael is wrong. I love them more.