*1 Jahr and 6 months later*



My tour is over and yet I don't want it to end. Yes I miss Michael but I Liebe to tour. I do go through hell sometimes but I Liebe to tour! Michael doesn't know that I'm coming Home this week. I want to surprise him. He knows I'm coming Home soon but doesn't know the exact datum and time. I imagine me walking to the front door and knocking and finding him looking as handsome and perfect as always. Then watch him hug me and KISS me and carry me to our room so we can be together alone in each other's arms.




I hope he still loves me. That's my biggest fear about going home. Am I going to go Home nd find another woman in our bett with him? Is he going to tell me to pack my things and leave? oder is he going to still Liebe me and keep his promise to marry me so we can be together as one in the eyes of God? All these Fragen have to stay Nicht beantwortet until I get Home and see him.




I haven't spoken to him since the time at the airport when I was leaving. Whenever I would call, he was sleeping oder not at home. Whenever he would call, I was sleeping, rehearsing, my phone was turned off oder I was performing. It was nothing but bad timing between us. I hated it it so much. I don't even know if his voice has changed oder his looks. I wonder IF his looks and voice have changed. I know Michael will still be beautiful to me. He always was, is and will be. No matter what.




I packed up my things so we could get ready to go Home early and get some rest before we go Home to our loved ones we may be living with oder seeing. My herz was racing as I thought to myself that the time I get to hold Michael again is coming so close but coming so slow. "So are Du excited to go home, Eva?" sagte Lucien. He decided to help me pack since he finished before all of us. "Very. I haven't heard from Michael since the airport. I don't know what he sounds oder looks like if he has changed at all." Lucien nodded as if he understood how I felt. In a way, he does. he has his own lover back at Home and he hasn't her in over a Jahr and a half like the rest of us. She is a very pretty girl. She's is about my height and has long, soft brown hair that stops at the middle of her back. She had pale skin like me and the color of her eyes were a beautiful blue. Almost like ice. Her name is Sonya. What a perfect match.




We finished packing my things and decided to wait for the others in the hotel lobby. Me and Lucien didn't have to wait long before Lola, Alex and Viktor came out of the elevator with there bags. It was the first time today that I got to see my brother. I ran up to him and hugged him as if I was a little girl hugging her big brother who just came Home from war. I did feel little again when ever he would hug me. "What was that for, baby sis?" I looked at him and let go and said,"I just wanted to feel like a little girl again. Plus I missed my big brother!" We shared a moment of laughter and then walked out of the hotel building with everyone else to get to the limos. When everyone was in, we left to head our way to the airport. I was so anxious to get there so I could get home. I coming Home to Michael



*15 hours later in California*



"Please prepare for landing" the pilot sagte over the intercom. We are about to land at the airport in California. I'm home. I can go Home to Michael today! It's only 9:30 in the morning. Maybe he is sleeping. Maybe he is awake. I should call him while I'm on my way home. I can't wait to hear his voice and see his eyes and feel his warmth. I closed my eyes as we landed and slowed down. I could feel each bounce the plain made as it tried to land. I felt as if my stomach was bouncing with it.



We finally landed and got all of our luggage. I was the first to get my things and then head to my car. Alex helped me put my bags in the kofferraum, stamm before sending me off. He looked at me and gave me a hug as I gave him one. "I really had fun this tour, Alex. I'm going to miss Du so much." "I'll miss you, too, baby sis. Tell Michael I sagte 'Hi' and that he should make sure he doesn't loose you. He would be loosing one of the best things God ever created." I giggled and said,"I will, big bro. I Liebe you" "I Liebe you, too." We both let go and Alex opened the car door for me to get in and shut it when I was completely inside. After he shut the door, the driver started the car and I saw my brother disappear behind me.



I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Michael. I put the phone to my ear and heard it ring. As it rang, my herz was beating so fast, I thought it was going to come out of my chest. Then a miracle happened. "Hello?" Michael answered. "MICHAEL! Hi baby! It's Taylor!" "TAYLOR! Oh, my God! Hi love! How are you? Where are you?" I could hear in Michael's voice that he was ecstatic Du hear me again. "I'm fine love. I just finished with my Sekunde to last konzert last night. I have one Mehr left and then I'll come home" I was doing my best to make sure he believed I was miles and miles away from him when we are only twenty Minuten apart from each other.



"Michael, your voice has changed. It sounds different." "Yeah, it kind of got, what Jermaine says, manlier." I giggled because for once Jermaine was right. Du could tell Michael's voice sounded slightly older but still young. "Well I think Du sound very sexy. I can't wait to see how Du look." "And I can't wait to see you. Du still have that perfect beautiful voice. It hasn't changed one bit." "Nope! Hahaha"



As I finally pulled up in front of the house, I asked Michael,"Hey, where are Du in the house?" "I'm in our room. Why?" "There's a present outside but I want Du to find it at the door. It's on the porch. I sent Du something." "Okay. Hold on." I quickly ran around the car so I could stand in front of it when Michael opens the door. I watched the door the entire time we were silent. Then the best thing happened. As Michael opened the door, his eyes stayed to the ground. "Babe, there's nothing here. I don't think it came yet," "No it came. Pick your head up."



When Michael picked his head up, I hung up the phone and smiled when I saw his expression go from complete confussion to utter happiness. He dropped the phone as I stood against the car smiling. He took a step vorwärts-, nach vorn and then started to run towards me. I stepped vorwärts-, nach vorn and allowed him to pick me in his arms then lift me up from my waist. "TAYLOR! OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HOME!" Michael finally lowered me down and hugged me so tight, I couldn't breath. "Michael.......can't.......breath!" "Oh. Sorry, baby!" Michael grabbed my hand and we walked to the house while the driver willingly grabbed my luggage and followed right behind us.




When we finally got in and the driver let my lugagge down and drove away, I looked at Michael and really noticed how different he looked. He looked so......I don't know. Just perfect. I caught myself staring at him because of how......beautiful he is. It was kind of like falling in Liebe with his looks all over again. Like falling in Liebe with him all over again. I realized Michael and I haven't kissed yet. After Michael shut the door and locked it, I walked up to him and held his head in my hands. I then brought my face closer to his and kissed his lips so softly and gently as possible. I wanted to feel his lips again and even those felt different. They felt somehow even smoother and softer and actually warm. Could he have gotten anymore perfect?



Michael put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. I felt him push harder and hold me tight again. I moaned and sighed when my mouth was free. The feeling I got the night he proposed to me came back immediately when he held my close and pushed harder on my lips. Michael then turned us around and pushed me against the Wand and lifted me up so my feet were off the ground and my legs were on either side of him. "I've missed Du so much, Michael. I'll never leave again" I carressed the side of his face as he looked deep into my eyes. I never got tired of him looking at me that way. He leaned in closer to whisper into my ear and said. . . . . .



What do Du think he wants to do?