A hand wrapped around your waist with a crown tattoo on the back of the hand. Strands of blonde locks that fade into blue came into your view as Michael rested his head on your shoulder, pressing his chest against your back.

"There you are, kleine Schlampe.." he whispered in your ear, "...I've been looking for you and it turns out I had a son? So f*king shameful." His azure eyes stared at the child in your arms.