It was a beautiful day at Neverland Ranch. You and Michael had been dating for almost a year now, and you were deep in love. You had wanted to do something special for your 1 year anniversary. Only problem was, today you were sick with a bad cold. So you sat on the couch/bed that Michael had made for you and popped another throat drop into your mouth to alleviate the sore throat. Michael came in from the kitchen and set down a plate of tacos and a glass of Sprite for you. "Hey _____, I know you like tacos when you're sick, so I made some for you," he said gently. "Aww, thank you, Michael," you said in a deeper voice than usual because of your cold. You smiled at him and then quickly grabbed a tissue from the coffee table to cover your sneeze. "Aaaachooo!" You blew your nose and threw the tissue into the pile of used tissues beside you. Michael ignored the sneeze and said, "_____, I know you were wanting to do something special for our anniversary, but you really need to rest." He felt your forehead with his hand and frowned. "You have a fever." You sighed and nodded your head while biting into a taco. "But I feel so bad for this," you said, " I get sick at least 3 times a year! I feel like I've ruined our plans. And I don't want you to get sick too!" "Awww _____, it's alright. You haven't ruined anything. We can do whatever it is you wanted after you get better. And besides, I almost never get sick. I'm sure I'll be fine." Michael smiled and kissed you softly on the cheek. Then he cuddled with you and turned on the TV to watch your favorite show, Daredevil. You smiled and leaned on his shoulder, and fell asleep. After the show was over, he looked at you sleeping peacefully. "_____ is so beautiful, even when she is sick," he thought as he picked you up carefully and layed you down on the couch. He kissed your forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, _____." Then he pulled a blanket over you and fixed your pillows. "There," he thought "that's better." He sat down in the recliner next to you, and fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up, feeling much better, to the smell of eggs and bacon wafting in from the kitchen. You got up from the couch and stretched your aching back, walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Oh good morning, _____!" Michael said cheerfully as he put more bacon into the frying pan. "Are you feeling any better, babydoll?" "Actually I am feeling much better! I think I just need a Tylenol and I should be fine," you said. "I'll get it," he said and reached into the top cabinet to find the bottle. "Here you go, _____," he said as he handed you the Tylenol and giggled a little. "What's so funny, Michael?" You said playfully after swallowing the pill. "Oh nothing, it's just your bedhead hair is quite... adorable!" He laughed and turned back to his cooking. You felt your hair and giggled. You must have had a rough night's sleep last night. You ran to the bathroom and straightened it out, then sat back down at the table. "Better?" You asked him. "Much better!" Michael said and set down your breakfast. "This is really good!" You said as you took a bite of bacon. Michael had quite the knack for cooking. Michael replied, "Thank you, _____. And if you're feeling up to it, I was thinking we could take a walk outside and get some fresh air." "That would be lovely, Michael. I'll get ready as soon as I finish breakfast!" You loved to go on walks with Michael, and even though you still had a runny nose, the fresh air would probably do you good. You both ate quickly and got ready. "OK _____, are you ready?" Michael said when he was ready to go. "Just a minute!" You said as you finished applying your makeup. You might be sick, but you were still going to look your best. "Alright, here I am!" You say while doing a small twirl in your pretty white sundress. "_____, you look absolutely stunning!" Michael said with a big smile across his face. "Oh, thanks. You do too!" You both go outside and walk around the grounds of Neverland. The warm spring day made you feel free and happy. You didn't even feel sick anymore. The gentle breeze rustles the trees and you hear birds singing a lovely song. "Race you to the Giving Tree!" You say without warning and take off as fast as you can go. "Wait, _____, you probably shouldn't be running! Don't use up all your strength!" Michael called after you, but you didn't hear. He rolled his eyes and ran as fast as he could, trying to catch up with you. He eventually overtakes you and wins the race. "That was fun!" You said, still trying to catch your breath. Michael had a big smile on his face but said, "You need to save your energy, _____. What about we rest now?" You nod, "That would be a good idea," you say as he starts climbing the Giving Tree. "Need help?" He asks. "No, I've got it!" You say. Once you make it up to the perch, you sit beside Michael and smile. This tree was probably the most peaceful spot in the world. And you felt so lucky to have the most handsome man in the world sitting beside you. Michael scoots closer to you and says, "I hope you'll feel better soon, _____." You smile and say, "I think I'm all better." You both hug tightly and kiss, and you realize that Michael will be the man you marry.  

THE END!