Michael kisses my cheek, still hugging me from behind, but then drags me over to the sofa and sits us both down.

"Now," he breathes. "Present time."

"Wha--Presents? You guys already made my day!" I gasp.

"Hmm, well, we're gonna give you a few more," Kate grins. "And it won't just be for you, it'll be for your baby, too!"

I laugh, "I guessed, seeing as this seems to be a baby shower."

"Okay, first, your mom and dad are up," Michael announces.

I'm already excited.

--

After baby shower presents are given, along with my birthday presents - apart from Michael's - I sit on the sofa with Jasper and Charlie, and mom and dad.

"So, less than two months now, isn't it?" mom asks.

"Yes... God, I'm so excited!" I reply.

"I'm still in shock over the fact I'm gonna be a grandfather, and you a grandmother," dad says to mom.

"Oh, yes! It's gonna be so cute! I can't wait to see Mini for the first time," Jasper squeals.

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me Jasp... me and Michael wanna ask you a question later," I tell him.

"Oh! Okay!" he replies.

General chit-chat continues, and I find myself talking more about me than any of my other guests.

But then I hear a microphone interfere with speakers, and I turn around to see Michael up on a platform - that wasn't there before - holding that very microphone in his hands.

"Okay everyone," he starts into the mic. "First of all, I wanna thank you all for managing to get here and keep it a secret for today. I know you've made Becky's birthday just... perfect. Secondly, yes, we will be seeing the arrival of "Mini" very soon - in just two months. We're still not sure of the gender ourselves, but as soon as he or she is born, we'll let you know."

I hear a few "Aww" noises around me, but I listen to Michael still.

"Okay... well, you may have noticed I didn't give Becky my present yet. Truth is, I'm a little nervous. But what I will say, is that... it will never top what she's done for me, but it's very personal, between me and her, and I made the effort with it cos I did it for her, just for her, and no one else. What I'm about to do, I've never done before, so bear with me... but Becky... this is for you..."

We all sit in silence, as Michael nods at some random dude in the corner of the room.

However, moments later, I hear a soft intro to a song, and I look at Michael, who is stood holding the microphone stand, looking down at the microphone to avoid eye contact to distract him.

He suddenly starts singing.

Sun comes up, on this new morning,
Shifting shadows, a songbird sings,
And if these words could keep you happy,
I'd do anything...
And if you feel alone, I'll be your shoulder,
With the tender touch, you know so well,
Somebody once said, "It's the soul that matters",
But baby who can really tell, when two hearts belong so well?

Then, the entire room of guests join in for the chorus - which I find myself knowing as well!

And maybe the walls will tumble,
And the sun may refuse to shine,
But when I say "I love you",
Baby you gotta know, that's For All Time,
Baby you gotta know, that's For All Time...

I find myself fighting my tears back at the wonderful gesture that Michael is doing for me - he's singing me his song, about me...

This is the sweetest thing he may ever have done!

And the fact he's made every single person in the room learn the chorus is just... can a man get any more perfect?

He continues with the song, and whenever the chorus comes on, the entire room - including me - sings along to make it more beautiful.

However, with the final chorus, the words change to a version I've never heard before. Most of it's the same, but a few words change.

And maybe the walls will crumble,
And the sun may refuse to shine,
But, when I say...

He looks over at me, and points at me, singing the next line, "I need you..."

Grinning widely, me and the rest of the guests sing the last line, "Baby you gotta know that's for all time..."

Once the outro has finished, the entire room erupts with applause, most coming from me.

Michael rubs his temple with his free hand, and takes the microphone off the stand.

"Sweetheart... I hope that was okay for you... I love you, happy birthday..."

He places the mic back on the stand, and steps off the platform, before walking over to me and kissing me softly.

"I loved it, Michael... it was perfect..." I whisper.

He smiles, and rests his hands on my waist, before twirling me around so my back faces him, and he coils his arms around my waist in a gentle embrace.

Kissing my neck as a soft, mellow tune begins to play in the background, he hums against my skin.

"Tu mi dai quali febbre, ragazza..." he whispers.

"Translation, please?" I request quietly.

"You give me such fever, girl..." he translates.

"Oh... say it again," I plead softly.

"Tu mi dai quali febbre, ragazza..."

When I thought he couldn't get any more sexy, he goes and says my favourite phrase... in Italian.

"Again, one more time," I request.

He giggles against my skin, and kisses my neck once before granting my request.

"Becky, tu mi dai quali febbre, ragazza..."

"How did you learn that?" I ask.

"Some Italian dude I've been working on this," he points around the room, "with, he also spoke English, so I asked him to translate "You give me such fever, girl", and he told me. I also asked what "Whatever you say, Michael" is!"

"Ooh, what is it? Do you remember?"

"Yeah... I think it was "Qualunque cosa tu dica, Michael"... something like that."

"God... do you realise how sexy you sound, talking Italian?" I chuckle.

"No... cos I don't."

He gives an embarrassed smile, and I return a sneaky one, "But you do, Michael."

"Hmm... qualanque cosa tu dica, Becky..."

"You totally planned that, didn't you?"

"Oh yes!"

"You're a nut," I name-call.

"But I'm your nut, Miss Summers. And you're my hormonal, crazy bitch, remember?"

"I thought you forgot about that," I pout. "Obviously not."

He giggles childishly, "I could never forget that self-proclaimed hormonal, crazy bitch's words."

"You started cussing a little more lately," I point out. "What's turned the badass switch to "on" in your mind?"

"Eh, I dunno. I guess once Mini's born, I'll have to control myself, so I guess these next two months are gonna be a case of getting it all outta my system before a child comes into the scene. Why, do you not like my... occasional cussing?"

"No, no, it's kinda cute... I just didn't expect someone like you to cuss all that much."

"Really? I'm only human. You've had your fair share of cussing, too."

"Have you ever heard me say the "F" word, Michael?"

"Um... no."

"But yet, when you were so happy in your late-night phone call to me, a few weeks back, you were more than happy to say it to me, to express your feelings," I tease.

He takes his bottom lip into his mouth, embarrassed about being so pleasured on that night, just with a simple phone call.

"Shush, sweetheart! I can't help how you make me feel..."

"And how would that be?"

Why am I asking? I already know!

"Well..." he starts. "I've never known a girl turn me on as bad as you. When I was with Lisa, she sent a spark through me, but it wasn't like this. Like, we had our fair share of intimate moments, just not... the "medication" side of it. We would cuddle and kiss, but that was it. Cos, now I look back on us, me and Lisa, I realise I wasn't ready to do anything more with her, cos she didn't make me feel the right way... whereas, you do."

"What was the most you ever did with Lisa?"

That question just slips from my mouth, before I can stop it.

Michael looks down at the floor, very-obviously wanting to avoid looking at me.

"W-We did just about everything but the main... y'know. We would touch and kiss, and sometimes we were very close to doing more, but something always got in my way... it was like my feelings and my mind didn't want it..."

"Oh," I breathe.

I knew they were married, and all that crap, but before today, Michael always made it seem like his relationship with Lisa was very tame - just kisses and cuddles... he never told me how intimate they really did get.

They didn't do "it", but now Michael's told me they were close to doing it, I kinda feel a little low.

"You're not mad, right?" Michael asks.

I shake my head, desperately trying not to let tears form in my eyes. "No, of course not! Don't be silly!"

I wrap my arms around his neck and quickly peck his lips to try and make it more genuine, but when I pull away, he gives me a curious look.

"I know you don't like the idea that me and Lisa had a relationship, and I hate her, but... there was a time when we cared for one another, y'know? But that was... further back than I can even remember. Our marriage was dead long before I met you."

"The marriage may have been, but I think there's a part of you that still feels something for her..."

"Define "something", if you will," Michael demands softly.

"I don't know... just... I don't think you fully hate her. Yes, she's hurt you a lot in the past, but that day when you found out she was carrying a child, all your hate seemed to vanish..."

"That was for the child, not for her, Becky. There's a distinct difference. I only acted caring towards her because she was carrying a child I wanted. I feel nothing for her - in fact, I feel the same amount of love for her as you do for Alex."

I shudder at his name, "Okay, okay. It's my birthday, I don't wanna stand here talking about... the devil and his bird."

"Hmm... I guess you're right. So, what do you think of all this?"

"The party? It's perfect," I smile.

"Well, that's what it's here for. Why don't you go and talk to a few people other than me for once? Your family came all the way out here to see you, and you've been spending the most time with me!"

I nod. "Okay, sure. Thanks for everything, Michael."

"Only the best for my Queen," he kisses me once. "Now go, socialise!"

I laugh as I walk away from him, and head towards mom and dad.

"There she is," dad beams upon seeing me.

I approach them, and he takes me into his embrace. "How's the birthday girl and the little one?"

"We're fine, dad. I told Michael we'd be okay on this holiday. He's been fretting over the possibility of Mini being early all week," I breathe.

"He just worries for you, honey. That shows how much he cares for you," mom says.

I smile. "I know. I'm lucky to have him..."

"So, how's the holiday been so far, then? Haven't been catching too much attention from the Italian guys, have you?" dad teases.

"Dad, no!" I laugh. "But Michael's been getting some female attention from a girl called Sicily. She's something that I'm too nice to say in front of you guys."

"So she's a bitch?" mom asks.

I chuckle. "Basically, yeah. I won't even go into her, she's that much of one."

Mom and dad laugh with me, until they avert their eyes to look behind me.

"What am I missing?" I chuckle, looking around.

I see Jasper and Charlie standing there. "Oh, hey guys!"

"Hello birthday giiirrrrlll!" Jasper coos.

"Having a good party?" Charlie asks.

"Oh yes, it's been perfect... I can't believe all of this has been possible," I exhale.

"Well, believe it, cos it's happened, darling," Jasper smiles.

"Oh, yeah! I need to ask you and Charlie something. Michael!" I call.

Michael approaches us, and moments later reaches me. "You rang, sweetheart?"

"Yeah... we need to ask Jasper and Charlie something, don't we?"

Michael smirks. "Oh yes, we do!"

"Yes? We're still waiting!" Charlie jokes.

"Right, right," Michael starts. "We were wondering if..."

Michael places his hand lightly on my baby bump.

"We were wondering if you would do the honour of being God parents to Mini."

Jasper and Charlie instantly smile.

"Oh God, yes! We'd love to!" Charlie gasps.

"Of course we will! Oh Becky, Michael, that would mean the world to us!" Jasper adds, almost breathlessly.

I hug both Jasper and Charlie tightly, and Michael handshakes them both, and I feel Mini kicking inside me.

Letting out a sharp breath, Michael realises what's going on. "Ah, Mini kicking again?"

"Yep," I say.

"I still barely believe this is happening," Michael sighs. "In potentially less than two months, we'll have our precious gift here."

"I hope to God that it comes, soon," I reply.

"It will. We've made it seven months so far, I think two months will be next to nothing, sweetheart."

I take a seat on the sofa-sort thing, and Michael joins me.

I rub my stomach lightly, feeling Mini continue to kick inside me. It's the most beautiful feeling you could ever experience, and being able to experience it with Michael is what makes it even better.

"I hope today hasn't been too bad for you."

I look next to me, and see Michael's glance fixated on me.

"Oh, no, of course it hasn't. Earlier with Sicily was a little... eh, but now I couldn't be any happier if I tried."

"Well, tomorrow we fly back home. Another flight consisting of what feels like a million hours. What fun."

"Hmm, I guess. But we can just pass the time and talk, maybe listen to a few songs on your Walkman," I suggest.

"I guess so. I packed some of our stuff away before the party, we only need to pack hand luggage and the hygiene stuff we need in the morning."

"Oh, good. That was weighing my mind down a little, y'know."

"Well, it's okay. You wouldn't have been packing anything anyway; you're pregnant and need to rest."

"I'll have hours to rest on the plane, tomorrow," I assure him.

Then, I Will Always Love You begins to play, and Michael gives me a sly smile. "Oh, I've been waiting for that song to play all night!"

"You have?" I chuckle.

"Yes! It's our song."

"What about For All Time?" I ask.

"That's my song to you. It's your song. This, however, is our song."

"Oh, right," I beam.

Then, he stands up, and stands in front of me.

He offers me his hand, and gives me a sweet, warm smile.

"Miss Summers, may I have this dance?"

I take his hand, standing up swiftly. "You may."

He guides me over to the dance floor, and places his hands on my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we begin to sway side-to-side like a couple sharing their first dance on their wedding day.

He uses one of his hands to search his pockets, until he brings out a red rose.

"A rose for my Queen," he states.

I snicker lightly as he slides the stem between my locks of hair, allowing the rose to sit just to the side of my tiara.

"Man, if someone said a girl was more beautiful than you, I wouldn't believe them for a single second," he sighs.

"I would; they'd be telling the truth," I retort playfully, my tone soft.

"That's a lie in itself, and you know it."

I go to speak, but he places a forefinger over my lips. "I know, I know. Go on, say your line."

I giggle, slowly removing his finger from my lips, and tilting my head ever-closer towards his.

"Whatever you say, Michael."

And with that, I press my lips against his once, teasing him slightly.

"Yep. That's the one," he says seductively.

Before I have a chance to answer, he presses his lips against mine once again, and I reach the conclusion that nothing else matters in this moment.

Only me and him, in this moment. No one else exists.

I can safely say, this birthday, excluding Sicily, has been perfect.

And all because of Michael.

Okay, okay, another cute chapter. I can't help it! I'll try adding some drama to the very next chapter, I promise! :D Hands up, who expected Michael to propose? Ha, I fooled you! ;) Anyway, hope you liked it! :D

P.S. Who skipped the lyrics to For All Time because they couldn't be bothered to read it? ;)