Justins Angel

By Angel J

Published on Feb 27, 2007

Gay

This is a sexually explicit story (at times) involving homosexuality. By continuing to read, you affirm under penalties of perjury that you are not a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have access to this story.

The following is a fictitious story with no real basis or credibility. It is solely for the enjoyment of the reader. It does not imply anything about the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other celebrity herein mentioned in this story.

Previously

"He's not breathing Justin." Michael said between gasps. Justin leaned down, trying himself. He breathed into him, applying CPR himself. He felt for a heart beat or a pulse. Nothing. Justin started crying himself, Michael holding him. Justin looked up at his crying parents, and then at his lover. "No, not my little brother, no, don't let him die, Please." Justin cried in grief. Justin looked into his eyes, Michael seeing the depth of his grief. Paulo came running out of the house, carrying Stephen, seeing the heart wrenching sight. Michael looked down at the motionless young man. He didn't think twice about what he had to do. He put his hands gently on his head and his chest, concentrating his powers. He felt all the water in the boy's full lungs, draining them completely. He felt for any injures, finding no others. Then he felt the boy's heart begin to pump again, his lungs filling with air. Everyone stood still seeing the blue glow around Jonathan and seeing the pain in Michael's face. Michael was fighting from screaming, the pain was massive. Michael pulled back from him, bending over, throwing up a lot of water. Jonathan gasped, his chest heaving up. Lisa screamed, dropping to her knees, pulling her child close to her. Jonathan opened his eyes, looking up at his father and mother. "What happened? Why is mom crying?" he said. Randall fell to his knees, sobbing, taking both of them in his arms. Justin cried, looking at his family together again. Then he looked at Michael, seeing him still on his knees, his eyes looking slowly up at him. Justin could see the pain in them, and then he saw Michael gasping, Michael falling forward into Justin's arms, passing out.

Chapter 46

Michael felt lost. He'd tried to open his eyes, only to see blurred images. He'd thought one was Justin, sensing his feelings nearby. They were of worry and deep concern. Other images surrounded him, uncertain of who they were. Why couldn't he focus his eyes? What had happened? He remembered diving into deep water to help someone. Then pulling that person out. The person was small, a child perhaps. A child? A boy, a young man, of that Michael was certain. The boy had drowned, he couldn't be saved. Michael felt through his mind and gifts. He'd expended his energy source, his body was fatigued and exhausted, and in pain. Deep pain, he felt it in his mind and body. He'd used his gift to heal the boy, to save him. To save him from death's cold embrace. And Michael felt he'd almost risked his own life to do it. The boy was special to Justin, of that Michael was certain. It slowly donned on Michael, it was his younger brother. Justin's younger brother, Jonathan. Michael had saved him from death; he had saved his new brother. Michael focused his mind through the pain. He tried to open his eyes again to communicate his love to Justin, to let him know he was okay. He was just exhausted, he needed to recharge himself. He remembered vaguely that they had discovered something new about each other, but he wasn't sure what. His mind was a jumble of pain and confusion; he couldn't focus on any one thing. He felt himself slipping into the void, darkness overtaking him. Then he heard a voice, a voice of love.

Justin held Michael in his arms. He'd seen the immense pain in his eyes, felt it in his own heart. Then Michael had collapsed. He'd shaken him trying to awake him, fearing his unconscious state. His wet body clung to Justin, fear settling into his heart. "Michael, please, wake up. Please Mico." Justin's father and stepmother still held Jonathan in their arms, Jonathan looking at Michael. "What's wrong with Michael, dad?" He asked. "I don't know son, I don't know." Randall asked looking at the man in his son's arms. Paulo ran over to them, setting Stephen down beside his mother. "I saw it all, Justin. What's wrong with Michael?" "He healed Jonnie, Paulo. He took all his pain and hurt into himself. He brought my brother back to life. I think it was too much for him to handle, its hurt him badly." "What can we do for him, I'll call an ambulance." "No, Paulo, they can't do anything for him. He's got to come out of this himself. He told me the pain dissipates after a while; all we can do is wait and hope. Help me get him into the house." Justin rose, Paulo helping him lift the man up, Paulo and Justin carrying him inside. Randall picked up Jonathan, carrying his son inside. Stephen had calmed down when he saw that Jonathan was okay, his mom walking him inside. They all watched Justin and Paulo carry Michael upstairs. Justin helped carry his lover into their bedroom, gently laying him down on their bed. Justin removed his wet clothes with Paulo's help, Paulo respectfully turning his gaze when Justin removed his underwear. Paulo's emotions were on edge, this wonderful man was hurt. They covered Michael, Justin sitting down on the bed beside him, running his fingers through his wet hair. "Please, Mico. Please open your eyes." As if he'd heard him, his eyes slowly opened, but they could see they were different, the golden color hazy. Michael looked as if he was trying to say something, but not strong enough to speak. Then his eyes closed again. Randall stood at the end of the bed, Lisa and Jonathan close by. Stephen climbed up on the bed looking at Michael. "Is Michael sleeping, Justin?" He asked with the innocence of a child. Justin looked tenderly at his brother. "Yes, Stevie. Michael is tired, he saved Jonnie. It exhausted him." "I like Michael, he's neat." Stevie smiled at Justin. Justin smiled back at his brother, tears in his eyes. "I'm glad Stevie, he likes you a lot too." Randall looked at his son, then at the sleeping man on the bed. The man who'd saved his other son. The man who loved his son. Randall somehow sensed that Michael had risked a lot to save Jonathan. Maybe his own life. Why? Randall knew why. Because Michael was good, goodness in its purest form. He hadn't hesitated to act, to risk everything for a child. For his child. Because of his deep love for Justin, to end his grief at losing his younger brother. Randall felt his own tears falling on his cheek, Lisa hugging him. "Is he going to be okay, son?" Randall asked walked up beside his son, putting his arm around him. Justin looked up into his father's eyes. "I don't know dad, I don't know. He's never done anything this strenuous. I don't think even he knew what would happen. But he did it anyway, because he loved me, and he loved all you guys. He saved my brother for me, and for all of us." Justin began to cry, his father holding onto him. "Be strong, son. Michael needs you to be strong. He'll be okay, he has to be." Justin looked at Michael, hearing his struggling breaths, and feeling his pain. He suddenly realized that there may be a way to find out if he was okay. Justin closed his eyes, focusing his mind on what he wanted to say. "Mico, are you okay? Talk to me Mico." He thought out loud. There was silence in his mind, a deep silence. Then Justin heard a low voice. "Jus, is that you?" "Yes, Mico." Everyone saw Justin smile, his eyes still closed, his voice silent. "Mico, are you all right? You scared me, I felt your pain, it hurt so much." "Justin, its so painful, my mind and body are hurting. But its lessened a bit, it's gradually easing. I can't focus on anything, I can't wake up." "It's okay, baby. I'm here with you, we're all here with you, we're not going anywhere, your not alone." They all saw Michael lips take on a smile. Lisa sat down in a chair beside the bed, Stephen climbing into her lap. Jonathan sat down at the end of the bed. Everyone remained silent, sensing that Justin and Michael somehow were communicating. They sat that way for a while, Justin silently talking to Michael, Michael holding onto that voice in his mind. It cut through the pain, Michael gradually feeling Justin's love wrapping around his mind, lessening the pain. His mind began to focus on that voice, on that love. The pain lessened more quickly. Michael and Justin both opened their eyes at the same moment, Michael slower. Everyone saw Michael's golden eyes shining again. He tried to talk but his voice was low. "Jus. Your brother, is he okay?" Jonathan smiled, moving up so Michael could see him. "I'm okay, Michael. Thanks to you." Michael focused on the boy, smiling a small smile. "Great, Jonathan. That's great." Justin kissed Michael's cheek, his tears flowing freely now. "Welcome back, Mico." Michael looked into his blue eyes, smiling a little more now. Justin could see the pain had lessened, but it was still there. "I'm so tired, Jus. I think I'll sleep some." "Go ahead, baby. I'll be right here waiting for you." Michael closed his eyes again; Justin seeing his smile widen more, then his face relaxed. Jonathan looked at his brother, seeing what had taken place. "Justin, are you gay?" He asked. "Yes, Jonathan. I was going to tell you. I am gay. Michael and I are together." Jonathan smiled at his brother. He hugged him close. "That's awesome. Michael is fantastic. I got a new brother!" Justin smiled at Jonathan easy acceptance of them. Stephen crawled back up into the bed beside Justin and Jonathan. "I got a new brother, Justin?" "Yes, Stevie. Michael is my boyfriend, so he's your new brother too." Steven smiled at his brothers. "That's swell. He's neat. I like him." Everyone smiled then, seeing that everyone was fond of Michael. "Tell us about him, Justin. How did he do that? Is he gifted?" Justin smiled at Lisa, her words saying so much. "Yes, my Michael is special. Beyond my wildest dreams." Paulo smiled at Justin, sitting down on the other side of the bed. Justin looked down at Michael beside him. Michael's breathing had calmed down a bit. He was sleeping soundly. Justin began the story of Michael's life, everyone quietly listening. Through it all, tears were falling, Lisa and Randall moved by heartbreak at Michael's deep pain. Justin told them everything, leaving nothing out. All about his pain and loss, about his rape, his recent fear, the decision to get him a bodyguard, his helping Lance and Josh, everything. Randall and Lisa looked at Michael sleeping quietly. "He's a remarkable man, Justin. Such courage and compassion. I've never heard such a deep and moving story. And what you've told us of your love for him, and his for you, you definitely are soulmates." Lisa said with tears in her eyes. She hugged Justin close, Justin smiling. Randall and Jonathan both looked at Justin with admiration and pride. "Your a remarkable man too, Justin. To give Michael so much love, and to be his rock. I'm proud of you son." Randall said. Justin beamed with pride at his father's heartfelt words. His father, then his brother, hugged him tightly. Justin put his hand on top of Michael's forehead, his temperature seemed back to normal. "We should go, Justin. It's late, Michael needs his rest, as do you." Everyone got up quietly, walking out of the room, Justin checking on Michael again before he left to say goodbye to his family. They were all staying at the other house with Justin's mom, and all promised to come over in the morning to see how Michael was doing. Paulo drove them over, promising to drive them over early for breakfast. Justin watched them leave, locking the front door. He walked around closing the house, turning off the lights. When he returned to the bedroom, Michael was still sleeping, his breathing calm and relaxed. Justin pulled off his clothes, leaving his briefs on. He gently crawled into bed under the covers, turning off the light. He lay beside Michael, their shoulders touching. Justin waited for Michael to snuggle up to him to his familiar place. But Michael didn't move. That's when it all sank in for Justin. Michael had almost died. He was so exhausted and hurt that he was unable to sense Justin beside him. Justin had almost lost his Mico, because of Mico's unselfish act. Michael had almost given up his own life to save his brother. Justin had heard of unselfish acts of courage, but to see it so close to him, sent him to tears. Justin knew that Michael's love was real. Justin began to cry for what he'd almost lost. Michael woke beside him, slowly turning his head towards Justin. "Jus? What's wrong." Justin turned to him, wiping his eyes. Michael had felt him crying, had felt his sorrow. Michael let Justin lay his head on his chest. "It's okay, Mico. It's okay. I'm just happy your okay." Michael smiled, Justin could still tell he was exhausted. "I love you, Jus." Michael said in a strained voice, almost a whisper. "I love you more, Mico." Justin said through his falling tears. Michael closed his eyes, his arm wrapped around Justin's shoulders. Justin fell asleep listening to Michael's heartbeat, feeling it getting stronger.

Justin woke up, seeing the morning sunshine beaming into their bedroom. He lay on his back, Michael asleep in his usual position. That was a good sign. Michael had moved on his own. Justin smiled, not moving. He lay still thinking about yesterday, about all that had happened. What had happened made him realize what he had. He had someone he loved beyond anything he'd ever experienced. The thought of losing him made Justin scared. It had almost happened yesterday. Michael stirred a little beside him, then quieted down. Justin kissed his forehead, pulling him a little closer. Michael smiled. That brought a smile to Justin's face. He was back, his Mico was back. Justin didn't know how Michael had fought the pain. Justin had only felt a small part of it and it was mind numbing. Justin said a silent prayer to himself that Michael would be alright. As if by faith Michael's eyes opened. He looked up into Justin's eyes, Justin seeing them bright and shining. "Morning, Mico. How do you feel?" Michael stirred a bit, wincing in pain. "My body feels like it's been hit by a bus. But my mind feels clear. What time is it?" Justin looked at the clock. "Seven o'clock. Your sure your okay?" Michael lay back feeling his body. "Yeah, just sore all over. How's Jonathan? Is he okay?" "Yes, Michael, he's totally alright. He doesn't remember anything. We think, by what Stephen told us, Jonnie slipped on the pool edge and banged his head, falling into the water. Michael, if it hadn't been for you, my brother would be dead." Michael saw Justin's tears, he took hold of his hand. "I'm glad he's okay. I'm glad I could help." "Help? My god, Michael. You went beyond help. You brought him back from death. You risked your own health, maybe your own life to save him, to save him for me." Justin was crying now, Michael pulling him close. "It's okay, Jus. We're both okay, Jonathan is fine, and I'll recover. I just need some rest and some tender care. You up to lavishing me with love." Justin smiled, kissing Michael gently. Michael smiled when Justin pulled away from his lips. "Now that's what I call medicine." Justin laughed, knowing Michael was trying to ease his heart. "I love you, Jus." "I love you way more, Mico." Michael smiled. "I got to go to the washroom, Jus." "I don't know if you should get up, Michael. Let me get you a bottle." "I'm not going in a bottle, Justin. Now let me up, please." Justin saw Michael's determination in his eyes. "Okay, but I'm going to hold onto you." "Wouldn't want it any other way, sweetie." Justin smiled, seeing Michael's love for him. Michael let Justin help him up, the pain had diminished greatly. He still felt exhausted but the pain was bearable. That was until he stood up, the room swaying, Justin holding on to him tightly. They stood still till the wave of nausea took over Michael. "Get me to the washroom, Jus. I'm going to be sick." Justin lifted Michael into his arms, carrying him there quickly. Michael threw up as soon as he reached the toilet. Justin held onto him as he vomited. All he vomited was water, over a gallon of it. Justin was shocked. Where had all the water come from? Michael finally stopped, his breathing slowing down. "I'm okay Jus. It's all gone. Thank god. I need to pee." Justin helped him stand again, sitting him down on the toilet. Michael wiped his sweating face with a towel while he did his business. Justin stood right beside him, watching him closely. Once Michael was finished that, he said he needed to feel clean. Justin left him sitting there, telling him not to move. He filled the bathtub with warm water, keeping an eye of Michael. Justin helped him up, walking him to the tub, helping him in. Once Michael was in, Justin shed his briefs and climbed in. Justin positioned himself behind Michael, Michael resting against his chest. Justin spent the next half hour washing Michael's body. Michael relaxed against his chest, his eyes closed. "That feels so good, Jus." Michael smiled a small smile. "Feeling better, babe?" "Yes, I feel better, my stomach has settled. And my body feels better. Thanks, Jus." "Where did all that water come from, Mico?" Justin concern evident in his voice. "From Jonathan, Jus. When I pulled out of him, I took all the water in his lungs with me. I pushed it down into my stomach instead of my lungs. So I wouldn't drown." Justin hugged him tighter, feeling for him so much. "It's okay, Jus. I'm going to be okay. It's all over, I just need to regain my strength." "I'm putting you in bed, your not moving." "But it's Christmas Eve, Jus. I've got so much to do, I can't stay in bed all day. I've got a lot to do, cooking, cleaning, gift wrapping." "Your doing as I said, Michael. I'm going to make damn sure your okay. Got it?" Michael felt Justin's determination. He conceded defeat. "Okay, Jus. I'll do as I'm told." Michael lowered his head, defeated. "I care about you, babe. I'm just going to make sure you get better, fast." Michael lifted his head, turning around to face him. "Okay, Jus. I understand your doing it because you love me. I'll be a good little boy." Justin smiled, Michael leaning in to kiss him. Justin got up gently, making Michael wait. Justin dried off quickly, Michael laying back looking at his lover's body. He never tired of looking at Justin's beautiful form. His chiseled chest, his firm round butt, his long muscular legs. Justin caught him looking, smirking. "That should be the furthest thing on your mind right now, lover." "I can't help it, when I see such beauty in front of me." Michael smiled, winking at him. Justin blushed, he loved when Michael stared at him, and it made him feel alive. Now wasn't the time for that. "Get up slowly, babe. I'll dry you off." Michael slowly got up, feeling the room sway again, Justin holding onto him tightly. He dried him off quickly, helping him step out of the tub. He walked him back into the bedroom, sitting him on the love seat, while he changed the bed linen. Once that was done, he pulled out some lounge pants and a t-shirt for Michael to put on. Justin knew his family would be here to see Michael; he didn't want him to be naked for them. They didn't need to know him that well. He helped Michael get dressed, noting Michael's state of arousal. "Well, at least something is back to normal." Michael laughed quietly. Justin beamed, realizing it was him that was arousing him. Justin was still naked. Justin quickly helped Michael back into bed, and then dressed quickly. Michael never taking his eyes off him. "God, your so beautiful, my love." Michael said just before Justin pulled a shirt over his sculpted chest. "If I'm beautiful, your a god, Mico." Justin said, his blue eyes locking on Michael's golden ones. "When I'm better, I'm going to make love to you for hours, Timby." Justin smiled, leaning down and kissing Michael's moist red lips. "I'd love that." He said, Michael catching the tear in his eyes. "I'm alright, babe. I know you feel that you almost lost me, but you didn't. Don't feel scared, I'm here babe. I'm not going anywhere." Justin hugged him to him, Michael wrapping his arms around him. "I love you so much, Mico. I can't live without you." Michael rubbed his back, kissing his lips. "Feeling's mutual, babe. I love you too. Now get me some food, bitch." Justin laughed. "Yes, master." Michael kissed him again. "You okay now, Jus." "Yes, I'm okay, I have you here to love. Why wouldn't I be." Justin got up smiling down at him. "I'll get you something. And no moving. Got it?" "Yes, sir." Justin walked out of the bedroom, walking downstairs. He'd just made it to the bottom of the stairs when the doorbell rang. He opened it to see his family standing on his doorstep. His father, his mom, his stepmother, Jonathan and Stephen. Paulo was behind them, his arms full of grocery bags. Everyone hugged Justin, asking about Michael. He smiled realizing everyone cared deeply for his boyfriend. He told them about his condition, that he was awake, still in some pain and very weak. He'd banished him to his bed. Jonathan hugged his big brother again. Justin hugged him back a tear in his eye. He'd almost lost this special guy. "Can I see him first, Justy. I want to thank him by myself." Randall and Lisa smiled at their son. "Sure, Jonnie. I understand completely." Jonathan turned and walked up the stairs. "Tell him, I'll be up shortly. Lynn put her arm around Justin, Justin smiling at his mom. "I hear our special angel has been at it again." "Yes, mom. Let me tell you all about it while I show you the house." Justin walked into the living room, his arm still around his mom. Paulo, Randall and Lisa heading into the kitchen to start breakfast.

Jonathan knocked lightly on the bedroom door, Michael saying come in. He walked quietly into the room seeing Michael sitting up in bed. "Hi, Jonathan, how ya doing buddy." Jonathan started crying immediately, running to the bed, putting his arms around Michael. Michael was shocked but he hugged the young man against him. "It's okay, Jonathan, It's okay." "Oh god, Michael. How can I ever repay you. I died and you brought me back. You brought me back to my mom and dad, to my Stevie and my Justin. I can't tell you how much I'm happy to be back." Michael started tearing up himself. "It wasn't your time, Jonathan. Your parents and your brothers need you in their lives. Your love makes them happy, buddy. Your a special guy, who has a second chance at living a life of love and happiness. And I hope we can be like brothers also." Jonathan pulled back, looking at Michael. "Justin told me that you and him are together. I'm happy for both of you. You are my brother now, Michael. From now on and always." Michael tears were flowing, he hugged his new brother close. He looked up to see Justin standing in the open doorway. "Would you look at that. Seems there's something else missing. Oh yeah, here it is." Stephen came out from behind Justin running up to the bed, Justin helping him up. He jumped into Michael's arms. "Hi ya brother." He laughed, Michael smiling at him. Justin jumped into the bed, hugging his two brothers, all three laughing. Michael sat back smiling at all three. Randall, Lynn and Lisa all stood at the doorway smiling. "You boys should let Michael rest, don't tire him out." Randall smiled at Michael. Michael smiled back, Justin and Jonathan laughing. Justin got up, pulling Stephen up with him. Jonathan got out of the bed smiling at Michael. The adults all walked into the room smiling at Michael. "Heard you had some excitement, Michael." Lynn smiled at him, bending down to kiss his cheek. "There's always excitement around your son, Lynn." He smiled at her. "Don't I know it, Mr. Pop Star." She laughed, rubbing Justin's head. "Mom, please, not the hair." Lynn laughed. "Glad your okay, Michael." She said, Michael feeling her genuine concern for him. "Thanks, Lynn, I should be up later today." He smiled. "That's for me to decide, Mico." Justin said, looking at him. "The boss has spoken. He's such a dictator." Michael smiled. Everyone laughed, even Justin. "How are you feeling, son." Randall said, putting his hand on his shoulder. "The pain is mostly gone, just a little weak. I'll be okay." Randall and Lisa both put their arms around Jonathan. "We owe you our son's life, Michael. What you did for him was beyond the call of family, Michael. We can never repay you for what you've given us back. Thank you, Michael. With all of our hearts we thank you." Randall had tears in his eyes. Michael seemed uneasy about all the attention, his usual feelings settling in. "Please everyone. I only did what had to be done. I couldn't let such a sweet young man leave us. His life has so much potential, he needed to stay with us. I expect big things for this young man ahead. And I want to get to know my new brothers, really well." Justin hugged him again, Michael kissing him on the lips. "I love you, Mico." "Love you more, Jus." "So, feel like eating something?" "Okay, lets head to the kitchen." Michael started to get up, Justin pushing him back down. "Nice try, sneaky." Michael folded his arms across his chest, a hurtful look on his face. "Not gonna work, sweetie. Your staying put." Lynn and Lisa laughed, Michael giving them a stare. "Hey, he's in charge of you. Our hands are tied." "Thanks, for the help." Everyone filed out of the room. "Be right back with some food, babe." Michael smiled at him, and relaxed back into the bed. Shortly Justin returned with a tray of food. He sat down on the bed, Michael smiling at him, laying his head on Justin's shoulder. "Missed you, sexy." "I missed you too, lover. Here, try some of this porridge. Your stomach may still be unsettled. We'll try liquids first." Justin fed Michael some porridge and a glass of juice. Michael told him he felt okay, his stomach was okay so far. Justin fed him more, Michael finishing the bowl and the glass of juice. Justin ate a bowl of cereal while Michael rested his head on his shoulder. "We'll try some solid food for lunch, Mikey." "And if that's okay, I can get up then?" "Michael, your going to relax today. Completely relax. Everyone is going to pitch in and take care of everything. There are two mothers downstairs, their going to handle the cooking for tonight and tomorrow. Paulo, dad and I are going to decorate the tree when it comes. And everyone is going to pitch in and clean." "Sound's like you've got everything taken care of, Jus." "I do, Michael, so relax. Just relax and rest. I want you up and well for your surprise." Michael suddenly looked troubled. "What's wrong, Mico?" "I guess I'm not needed." Michael said, a tear in his eye. Justin now realized what Michael was so worried about. Why he wanted to get up. He was worried that people didn't need him. "Michael, are you upset because you can't do anything for us?" Michael lowered his head, blushing. "I like to do things for you, Jus, and for our friends and family. It's just the way I am. I don't like to sit and do nothing, I hate it." Justin kissed him again, tenderly. "We all appreciate everything you've done, Mico. But your sick, you need rest and relaxation. Please, baby, just relax and let me take care of you." "Okay, Jus. I see your point. But I don't have to like it. I am a terrible patient." "Maybe you just haven't had the right nurse." Justin kissed him again. "I liked the nurse I had this morning, he was wearing a cute outfit." Justin raised his eyebrow. "He was buck ass naked. Man, he was hot." Michael smiling at him. Justin smirked. "Your a horndog, Michael. Even sick and you want me." "I'll always want you, Timby." Justin teared up, kissing him again. Michael yawned, trying to stifle it. "Babe, your body is telling you to rest, shut your eyes." "I can't sleep without being in your arms, Jus." Justin crawled up closer to him, taking Michael in his arms. He started humming softly, Michael smiling as he leaned against Justin. Justin held him for a while until he heard Michael's breathing deeper. He looked down, Michael sleeping against him. He gently turned him onto his back, Michael's face changing a bit, as if he sensed Justin leaving. Justin sat on the end of the bed for a while, watching Michael. The door opened gently, Lynn sticking her head in, smiling at seeing Michael sleeping. "He's asleep finally, it took a lot, but he'll sleep for a while." Lynn nodded, smiling at her son. "The delivery company called, your tree will be here shortly. Justin got up quietly, checking on Michael, and then silently leaving the room, closing the door softly. "You okay, Justin?" His mother said seeing the tears in his eyes. "I almost lost him, Mom. I almost lost my Mico." Justin fell into her arms, Lynn holding her son close. "It's okay, Justy. It's okay. He's going to be okay. You didn't lose him, he's right here." She rubbed his back like she had when he was small, it soothing him quickly. Justin eventually calmed down. "I'm okay, Mom. I just felt so helpless when he got hurt. I felt so alone when he was gone." Lynn smiled at him. "That's called love, Justin. You love Michael, and he loves you. I finally see that. I'm so happy for you. He'll be yours always, Justin. I don't think he's going anywhere." Justin smiled, his mom making him better. "Thanks, Mom. I love you. I'm so glad you like Michael." Lynn teared up. "I'm beginning to love the boy, Justin. I've never met anyone so special." "I agree, Mom. He's beyond special and he's mine. I love him." "Then let's go plan your Mico's surprise." Justin beamed thinking about that. "Yeah, lets. God I hope its okay, I hope he will be floored by it." Lynn smiled, knowing it would surprise Michael greatly. "Let's call the house and see who can come and help. We just have to be careful, and that Michael stays in bed." "I'll take care of that, Mom. Michael's not going anywhere."

End of Chapter 46.

Next chapter= The big surprise! And Michael has a surprise of his own for everyone. Stay with the story, the love shines through.

Hugs, Angel.

Next: Chapter 47


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