Micheal loved talking. He loved going out there and showing off, talking nonstop and making himself the center of attention, trying to get as big as possible, showing no calm no matter what.

But with you? All he wanted to do was be laxed. He came home and saw you on the couch with a book in hand and he practically sighed with relief. The star's hands immediately wrapped around your middle and he layed his head on your lap.

"Read it to me." Micheal spoke softly. He didn't care what you were reading, he was never much for books, if anything, he hated reading anything that didn't have pictures.

But he absolutely loved listening to you. You were the only one who made him want to just shut up and listen. Micheal would be absolutely silent for the rest of his life if he could just listen to you for a moment.