August looked herself over in the mirror, as she shifted her body from side to side. She wore a beautiful 'white chiffon' gown that flattered her precious baby-bump gorgeously.
She was elated when Michael's fashion designer Michael Bush, offered to design her custom-made bridal gown. When she first laid eyes upon her dress, she thought that he had absolutely outdone himself.
While August loved how great she looked and how perfect the day had been going thus far, her brain started jumping to conclusions per usual.
"What if he becomes bored with me? Why does he want me for a wife in the first place?" She thought to herself.
"Oh, God! Maybe I'm not ready for this!" she uttered aloud, just as Michael's mother was walking past the door.
"Nonsense, dear!" a gentle voice chimed from behind her.
"Mrs. Jackson! What are you doing here? The ceremony is about to start!" She cried out in surprise.
"I'm on my way to the garden now, but what's wrong, dear? I heard you talking to yourself, and I just wanted to check on you," she stated soothingly.
"Oh I don't know, I just think that maybe I'm not good enough for him. Lisa is beautiful, and Debbie was the mother of his first two kids."
"August... Michael wouldn't be marrying you if he thought you weren't good enough. The last time I've seen him this happy in any relationship was when he was dating you back in 1978," she laughed.
"But wasn't he happy with his past ex-wives?" August asked inquisitively.
"Baby, Are you really comparing yourself to Lisa right now? Lord! I'll never understand why he married that girl! Listen, I'm sure Michael experienced some level of happiness with his past ex-wives, but it's not the same."
"How so, Mrs. Jackson?" August asked, looking down at the floor.
"Well, let's take this wedding, for example. You know how extremely private he is. This is his first time getting married in front of the world, so to speak. He wants everyone to know just how much he loves you," she stated, pushing a lock of August's hair out of her face.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jackson, I'm just nervous right now, but I'll be ok. Can you let Michael know that I'm on my way?" She spoke calmly, but in reality, she still had cold feet over marrying Michael.
"Sure thing, baby. But August, can you do me a favor?"
"Yes! What is it, Mrs. Jackson?"
"Please call me mom, or as Michael would say: 'mother,' she smiled.
"Yes, Mother," August replied sweetly, giving her soon-to-be mother-in-law a big hug.
After Mrs. Jackson left the house and arrived at the garden, Michael trotted over to her before she could take her seat.
"Mother, did you see August back at the house? I wonder what's taking her so long?" He inquired anxiously.
"Yes, Michael, she said that she was on her way. I was going to wave you over and tell you, as soon as I got to my seat. She's just a little nervous, baby; I'm sure she'll be out soon."
"Thanks, Mother! I'll be right back. I'm going to check on her now," he exclaimed as he drove off in a golf cart.
Michael was afraid that August had gotten cold feet. He knew that it was 'quote-unquote' bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, so he spoke to her from outside of the bedroom door.
"August baby... Are you in there?" He asked calmly while knocking on the door.
"Yes, Michael, I- I can't marry you right now," she spoke tearfully.
"Sweetie, we've been dreaming of this! And all 50 of your cousins are here waiting for you," he teased.
"Stop it, Michael! I didn't invite 50 cousins," she replied with a slight chuckle, but soon after, her frown reappeared.
"August, I know you're afraid, and who could blame you? Especially after the hell, we went through with Lisa and Tai. But baby... That's behind us now, so what's wrong sweetheart?"
"I think you deserve someone much better," she replied.
"This is unbelievable!" he muttered to himself. "Baby! You are so much better than anyone that I could possibly meet or have ever been involved with!" He shouted. "No one has ever taken control of my heart as you have! I'm sorry for yelling, but I need you to believe me."
"But what if you tire of me, Michael? It's not like you don't have plenty of women to choose from."
"You're right, August! But none of them are you. The most beautiful woman in the world to me is carrying our sweet little baby and is the only one that I'll ever have eyes for. Stop making me wait! We've waited long enough!" He said as frustration filled his voice.
"You don't have to wait for me!" she blurted hastily, knowing what she just said was a lie.
"Yes! I would have to wait, but I'm hoping you don't make me!" he said, slumping his back against the door. "Do you remember when you fell and hit your head on a rock during one of our water-balloon fights in 1981?"
"Yes, I remember. That was so embarrassing, but what are you trying to say, Michael?"
"The point I'm trying to make is that maybe you never fully recovered from that accident! I'm telling you how much I love you, and you've seen me fight for our love! What else can I do? But I'll wait for you if I have to," he quipped.
Michael used the 'rock story' analogy just to prove how irrational she was truly being. Here he was trying to love her, but yet it seemed as though all of his efforts were falling on deaf ears.
August then opened the door, making sure that Michael couldn't see her. She grasped his hand in hers and said, "maybe you're right, that rock probably did do some damage," she agreed as they laughed together.
"So, I'll see you in the garden soon?" He said, feeling relieved.
"Yes, Michael. I'll be there."
Back in the garden, all of the guests were finally seated as they waited for the ceremony to begin. August didn't want to walk down the aisle to the traditional 'wedding march' song, so she chose Tchaikovsky's 'Pas de deux' by one of Michael's favorite classical music composers.
When the music began, August inhaled and exhaled deeply before she took her first step down the aisle. The entire moment was so surreal to her. Just eight months ago, she was trying to block Michael from her memory, and now, here she was getting married to him.
As she neared where Michael stood, she took in how handsome he looked. He didn't wear a traditional suit but opted for an all-black ensemble instead.
Michael's three children were included in the ceremony as well. Paris held the honor of being the flower girl, while Prince and Blanket were both elected as the 'ring bearers.'
August's maid of honor was no other than Elizabeth Taylor. After they met for the first time, they soon became close friends. If it had not been for the advice of her Mom and Elizabeth, she and Michael probably would not be getting married. They were the voices of reason that got through to her, during her brief split with Michael. If it hadn't been for Tai and Lisa's failed plan, they would have gotten married much sooner.
When August finally stood in front of Michael, he lifted her bridal veil and gazed at her adoringly.
"Oh my God, you look so beautiful!" he gushed in pride, over his soon-to-be wife.