1991

Michael huffed as he pushed himself through the front door, closing it quietly and resting against it. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and smiled as he smelled the familiar scent of vanilla, bergamot and the small hint of your perfume.

He was home.

He had been gone for close to two weeks, shows on the east coast. And the whole time all he could think about was how he just wanted to be home with you.

"Baby?" Michael called out to the seemingly empty house.

He took notice of how most of the lights were off except for a dim one coming from the room at the end of the hall. Grinning, he set down his bags and made his way to his favorite room in the house.

Pushing the door open slowly, Michael's heart melted at the sight. There you were, rocking in the chair, your newborn baby girl in your arms and Rocky, their rottweiler, laying protectively by your feet.

You looked up and sniffed and Michael could see the slight glimmer of tears in your eyes reflecting off the light next to you.

"Y/N," Michael rushed to your side, still trying to be quiet to not wake the sleeping baby in your arms.

"What's wrong, baby?" He knelt down next to the chair, his hand going to your face and his thumb brushing away the tear that made its way down your cheek.

"She's just so perfect." You whimpered as you looked away from your husband and down to your daughter. "I love her so much."

"Oh baby," Michael chuckled slightly, leaning up and kissing your temple. "I love you. Both of you, so much." He mumbled against your skin.

"I want her to stay this small forever."

"That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Michael smiled at you.

"But just think of all the fun memories we're gonna make with her as she grows older. And of course, we can always have fun and make more babies. Just so we can always have a little one to hold."

"Promise?" You chuckled slightly.

"Promise."