Don't Let Go Of My Hand (MJ Love Story)

Ah. Sleep. The best thing any mother could ever ask for.
I pulled the covers over me and snuggled next to Michael. I sighed happily and closed my eyes. My life couldn't get any better than this.
I was almost asleep, almost into my dreamland that I had missed so dearly these past few weeks.
I heard Elijah crying from the baby monitor. I opened my eyes.
Well, sleep was the best thing if I could ever achieve it. I yawned and started to get up.
"No. No. I got it." Michael said already out of the bed.
"You sure?" I asked.
Michael leaned over the bed and kissed me gently.
"Of course I am." he smiled. "Besides...my beautiful wife needs her sleep."
I giggled and turned my face away. It was 3 in the morning and he wasnt the least bit agitated. Just the same romantic, loving husband that I married and loved with all my heart.
Michael chuckled to himself as he walked out of the room to Elijah. Moments later I heard Elijah had stopped crying and I could hear Michael singing softly to him.
I smiled to myself.
"You want to go see Mommy?" I heard Michael ask Elijah softly. "Ok. Lets go see Mommy."
I looked towards the doorway to see Michael cuddling our child gently. Michael looked at me smiling.
"He wanted to say goodnight to his beautiful mother." Michael said.
"Aww." I said sitting up as Michael put Elijah in my arms.
I cradled him softly, gazing down at him.
"Goodnight, my little baby." I whispered softly to him.
He closed his eyes slowly falling asleep in my arms.
"You have the magic touch." Michael smiled as I handed Elijah to him gently and carefully.

The Next Morning...I sat at the table with my cup of coffee. I yawned.
Michael sat next to me and took my hands. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
"Good morning, beautiful." he smiled. "How are you?"
"Beautiful, happens to be tired and doesnt look so beautiful this morning because of it." I smiled gazing at him with tired eyes.
He pulled me to my feet, took the cup of coffee from my hand, placed it on the table and he pulled me close to him.
"Nonsense. You are as beautiful as the morning sun." he smiled.
I turned my head to look outside.
I smiled.
"It's cloudy." I said laughing.
"You are an angel sent from heaven just for me, and you are always beautiful no matter if you are tired or sick."
I smiled and leaned in inches from his face. My Michael. As romantic as he can be.
I kissed him softly.
"Why dont you go back to sleep? And I will take care of Elijah for the day." he suggested.
I looked at him greatfully.
"Its too late. I am already awake." I said.
"Want some help with that?" he asked.
I blushed and laughed.
"Not like that." he said with amusement flickering in his eyes. "I meant just lay down with you until you fall asleep."
I paused.
"Oh." I said drawing it out.
"Yea. Oh." he laughed and arched an eyebrow.

I snuggled next to Michael, laying my head on his chest. I felt Michael wrap his arms around me as he held me close.
I could hear his heartbeat softly pounding. I could feel Michael move a strand of hair from my face as I drifted to sleep in his arms.