10th of January, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Angela: "Michael, where is my sandwich?!" I yelled across the living room.

"Just a second, babe." Michael's tone was mocking.

"Make it faster! I'm hungry, honey." I played along.

I hated this man more than I could ever hate someone.

But there I was, almost 8 months pregnant with his child. I'm sorry, children. I fell pregnant to the one man I hate the most, and with twins.

Michael entered the living room of his rented mansion that I had no choice but to stay in.

"Finally." I rolled my eyes as he handed me a plate with the sandwich I wanted.

"A simple 'thank you' would have been enough." he scoffed, sitting across from me.

"I don't have to thank you for anything. You knocked me up with two babies I didn't even want."

"You decided to keep 'em." he shrugged.

This bitch. I decided to keep them?!

"I had no choice. Jake wanted this."

His eyes suddenly turned darker, and he was about to say something, but the sound of the front door closing made him stand up.

"Mommy, we're home!" I heard my daughter,
Lily, say.

Her and Paris, Michael's daughter, walked hand in hand, both of them with matching braids.

Unlike her father, Paris was a sweetheart. A total cutie.

"Hey, girls. How was school?" Michael asked when he crouched down to hug the both of them.

I zoned out as the two girls spoke, focusing on the surprisingly good sandwich Michael made.

"Angela? What do you say?" I suddenly heard him.

"Huh?" I blinked.

"The girls want to join our checkup since their brothers are at my parents'."

"Sure." I said.

I totally forgot that we have a checkup today. Let alone that my son was spending the day with Michael's parents, along with his two step brothers.

Ugh, I can't believe my life has turned into the damn Brady Bunch.

"We should probably get ready, the car should be here soon." Michael told me.

"I'm eating." I stuffed more bread inside my mouth.

"Get up." he mouthed with a glare.

I groaned, shoving the empty plate into his hands.

It wasn't enough that I had to keep this act of Michael and I being the oh-so-happy married couple for the press, I had to do it in front of the children.

I couldn't believe I was lying to my own kids that I made with the only man I actually ever loved.

~

"Oh, well isn't this a surprise! You brought your two little girls to see the twins! Are you twins as well?" my doctor, Dr. Stevens, asked Lily and Paris.

"No, I'm Angela's daughter, and she's Michael's." Lily answered.

"I always forget about you two having a blended family. Funny, huh?" the doctor giggled.

Fucking hilarious.

I hated my doctor. She was the perkiest bitch that ever lived. Every little thing made her giggle and laugh and I just wanted to choke her every time I saw her. She was excited about everything. Even the fact that I had to push two babies out of my vagina.

Michael, of course, was the one to pick her. He knew how much I hated her when we went to interview doctors that could potentially deliver the King of Pop's new children.

"Aaaalrighty, let's see those babies!" Dr. Stevens clapped her hands.

"I fucking hate you." I whispered in Michael's ear when he helped me onto the examination bed.

The doctor pulled up my shirt and squirted a lot of gel on it. I was so damn fat.

She turned the screen to us, "Awww, there they are. Beautifully growing and developing like they should."

"Wow, mommy." Lily gasped.

I smiled at her. Ah, the miracle of life. Too bad I created it with Michael.

"They're... Perfect." I heard him whisper.

He was so busy lately, he couldn't come last month, so he didn't get a chance to see the babies.

"Just remember," Dr. Stevens got all perky again. "Multiples have a higher chance of being born early. Sooo, rest a lot, Angela, and don't get up too much. By the looks of it, these babies may even get to the 40th week. Are we still not wanting to know the sex?"

I nodded before Michael would answer her. He wanted to know, but I wanted to keep it a surprise. Just to annoy him. It was my move after he stupidly picked Dr. Stevens to be my doctor.

"I guess that's all for today! Here are your pictures!" she smiled widely as she gave Michael the pictures.

I mentally cursed her and got off the bed after she cleaned my giant stomach.

"Thank you, Dr. Stevens. We'll see you next month." Michael shook her hand.

~

"Michael, massage my back." I ordered.

He snickered, "Michael, massage my back, please."

"Please." I rolled my eyes for the millionth time today.

He closed our bedroom door and sat on the bed next to me.

As much as I hated to admit it, even though we didn't get along almost at all, Michael was a good husband. A supportive one, too. But he will never compare to Jake.

And yes, we were also sharing a bedroom and a bed, because the kids would come in sometimes and we didn't want to risk them seeing us sleeping in different beds.

I took off my shirt, making Michael blush. "A- are you sure you don't want to keep your shirt on?"

"Oh, come on, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before. Remember, you got me pregnant. We had actual sex 8 months ago."

"Exactly, 8 months ago. Your body changed since then... A lot."

"Wow, thanks for being an ass."

He chuckled and put his hands on my lower back, pressing hard.

It was awkwardly silent for the next few minutes, until I decided to break the ice.

"Hey, Michael, can I ask a question?" I said.

"Depends. What's it about?"

"Jake."

I heard him sigh, "Fine."

"Why did you agree to marry me?" I asked.

"Because it was Jake's wish. You know how much he meant to me." he answered, pushing two fingers into a sore spot in my back.

"Yes, but you didn't have to do it." I told him.

The babies inside me started kicking all of a sudden.

I moved uncomfortably. I hated when they kicked. These babies were so big that every movement they did hurt.

I have a family history with multiple babies. My mother has a twin sister, that gene skipped a generation. I have an older sister and a younger brother.

My two kids are twins, too, but they never kicked like this.

Michael groaned, "What's wrong now? Is my massage not good enough?"

"Your children are kicking me." I told him, running my hands over my stomach.

His own hands were suddenly on it as well.

"Jeez... Is it always like that?" he gasped.

"Yeah, except for when they're sleeping."

A knock on the door made us look at it, then I heard Paris.

"Daddy, Angela, the boys are back and the cook says dinner is ready!"

I put my shirt back on, "I'm starving."

"Me too." Michael said, helping me up.

Wow, we actually have an agreement for the first time in months.

He opened the door for me and Paris attacked me in a hug while putting her head on my belly gently.

"Let's go eat." I smiled down at her.

Michael was grinning widely at us. I knew he loved the interaction I had with his children. They were all amazing, the exact opposite of their father. I absolutely adored them.

The five of us went downstairs to the dining room, to find Prince, Blanket, and my son, Eric, waiting for us.

~

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