Just wanted to say thank you to my beautiful friend kelhiloveexx for helping me find great and amazing ideas for this story!

Go check out her stories, too, she's an incredible writer! She already knows how much I love her stories 😘😁

I also have to share this with you!! Since it's my birthday, my mom got me a special cake...

lol the only time you'd see Michael and Prince on the same stage 😂

And of course, don't forget to comment and vote, I want to hear your thoughts about Debbie!

~ShoamEmily

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2nd of January, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 42

Angela: I ran into the bathroom for the millionth time today, and all the food that Debbie gave me earlier came up and went into the the toilet.

It's been like this the entire day. After breakfast, I threw up. After lunch, I threw up again. And now after dinner, it was happening for a third time.

"Debbie!" I called, clutching the toilet.

"Oh, boy," she sighed when she came into the bathroom and saw me throwing up the rest of my dinner. "This is not good."

"Maybe I should stop eating for a day, I think the food's making me sick." I suggested.

It seemed very weird to me that the food that our chef made made me sick. It never made me sick until today. Not in my last pregnancy, and not in the last few weeks.

"Angela, you have to eat. This is a crucial stage of your pregnancy."

"Then what do I do? I can't keep throwing up."

"I'll get you something that will help your stomach calm down. In the meantime, get in bed and rest." Debbie instructed.

She helped me up on my feet, but as I made my way to the sink, another wave washed over me and I had to run to the toilet again.

~

After helping me clean up and get back in bed, Debbie gave me a tall glass of water with a pill she said would help me.

I swallowed it and drank all the water.

"Let's hope this works, would you like more water?" she asked.

I nodded and put my head against the headboard.

When she left, my phone rang. Michael's name showed up on the screen, making me smile widely.

"Hey, Angie." he said when I pressed the green button.

Hearing his voice made my heart skipped a beat. I've truly missed him.

"How's everything?" Michael questioned.

"Uh, it's good..." I lied, not wanting to worry him. "Debbie's really helpful."

"Yeah? I'm glad to hear that."

So what if I lied a little? I have a checkup tomorrow, so Dr. Haring can probably find what's wrong with me. There's no need to worry my husband for nothing.

I played with my shirt, "How was your flight? Got any sleep?"

"A little... But not as much as I needed. It's okay, though, I'm actually putting on my pajamas right now and getting ready to go to sleep."

"I'll call the kids to tell you goodnight," I smiled, thinking of how much the kids missed him. "Hang on."

"Mamma, can you get the kids over here? Michael's on the phone!"

"So, listen, I've been thinking... We didn't go to Jake's grave in November, because it was a busy time... Would you like to go when I come back?"

Before I could answer, the kids ran into our bedroom.

They took my phone from me and each got of a couple of minutes to talk to him.

"You guys," Grace called from the door. "It's time to get in the shower. You have school tomorrow."

They all groaned, and Paris gave me back the phone, but Blanket snatched it from her.

"I love you, daddy!" he said.

I chuckled when I heard Michael say he loves him too, then Blanket gave me my phone.

"Goodnight, baby." I said.

"Goodnight, mommy." he kissed my cheek.

"You two are cute," Michael laughed in my ear. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too..." I smiled.

"So what do you say?"

"About?"

I heard him sigh. "Going to Jake's grave."

"I guess we could, but I'm not sure Dr. Haring will let me-"

I stopped myself from talking when I felt more of the food I ate earlier come up my throat.

Not again.

Throwing the phone on the bed, I ran back to the bathroom.

~

Michael: "Angie? Are you there?" I bit my lip as I waited for her to answer.

"Michael?" Debbie answered instead, making me frown. "It's me."

"What happened to Angela?"

"Uh, she's throwing up."

"In the evening?" I raised my eyebrows.

"She didn't tell you?" Debbie asked.

"No..."

"She's been like this all day. I have no idea what's wrong."

I gulped, "You think something's wrong?"

"Maybe, but it's weird. It happened a few hours after you left. I gave her breakfast and minutes later, she's throwing up in the bathroom. It kept happening after lunch, and now dinner..." she said.

She was trying to tell me something, but I wasn't quite getting to what she was explaining.

"I know it might be hard for you to hear this, Michael," Debbie sighed. "But do you think Angela might be, uh, getting sick on purpose?"

I was shocked, and couldn't find words to say.

"I mean, think about it. You've never been away from her when she was pregnant, right? Maybe she doesn't want this baby after all."

"Are you hearing yourself, Debbie? Of course she does. She decided we needed to start trying for a baby, even though we had a deal about that. Angela wants this more than anything, okay? So don't try to convince me otherwise." I scoffed.

"People lie, Michael. And you don't know Angela that well, if we're already on that topic."

"I do know her, Debbie. And I also know I love her and we have a beautiful family together that soon enough will have another member to it. Please, just do your job and go help my wife, and stop trying to get into my love life."

I hung up, and rubbed my temples.

If there was something wrong, Angela would've told me. We have a strong relationship now, she tells me everything.

But as much as I tried to convince myself that she wasn't making herself throw up on purpose, a little voice kept telling me that maybe Debbie is right.

Do I really know Angela that well? Who knows, maybe she changed her mind about this whole baby thing, and I just missed the signs.

I shook my head. What am I saying? She's happy.

I decided to go to sleep, not wanting anymore thoughts that would keep me awake.

~

3rd of January, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 42

Angela: I smiled at the little screen as I heard the steady heartbeat of my baby.

"He's great, Angela. Really great. Keep up with the bedrest, okay?" Dr. Haring said.

I nodded, "Doc, do you mind taking some blood from me? I think there's something wrong."

"Really? Why would you think that?" he asked, wiping the gel off my stomach.

"I've been throwing up non-stop for the last 24 hours."

"Did you eat something bad?"

"No," I shook my head. "Michael hired one of the greatest chefs in the world when we moved into that house. Her food is amazing, and it never made me sick before."

"I guess we could run a blood test... It wouldn't hurt right?"

Dr. Haring found a new syringe and cleaned a spot in my arm, then stuck the needle into my skin.

I saw the blood flow inside the tube.

"Thanks, Dr. Haring." I smiled.

"Of course," he returned a grin. "I'll have the results by either tonight or tomorrow, alright? I'll give you a call."

"Great."

"I'll see you next month, Angela. Keep that baby safe."

I shook his hand and left his office, meeting Javon and Debbie in the waiting room.

"Everything okay, Mrs. Jackson?" Javon asked.

"Yes, it's all fine. Baby's healthy as ever." I answered.

"I'm glad to hear."

"Did he take blood from you?" Debbie raised an eyebrow as she looked at my arm.

"I asked him to, so he could do a blood test. I want to know why I keep throwing up all the time." I said.

"Oh..."

She looked away from me, but I gave it no thought.

~

When I climbed up the stairs and went into the bedroom, I found Prince in front of the cabinet where Michael kept his personal belongings, which included a photo album with pictures from his kids' childhood.

And of course, it just had to be what my step son was holding.

"Prince," I crossed my arms over my chest. "What are you doing? You know better than to go through your father's personal things."

"That's your nurse, right? Debbie." he said, pointing at a picture of Debbie holding him as a little boy.

My face fell. He found out.

"Paris looks like her, so I thought maybe she could be our mom. She is, isn't she?"

I took the album from him and put it back where it belonged.

"It doesn't matter who she is, Prince. You went into our bedroom without permission, then you look through your dad's personal stuff? I think that calls for you to be grounded." I told him.

"You can't ground me, you're not my mom." Prince rolled his eyes, leaving our bedroom.

I did feel a little pinch in my heart when he said that.

I followed him, but stopped when I saw he was hugging Debbie tightly.

"Leave me alone, Angie. You're not my mom, and you'll never be that." he mumbled and hugged her tighter.

My heart completely broke.

"Debbie," I growled. "I thought Michael told you my kids are off limits."

"She's right, Prince. I'm sorry." Debbie sighed, pulling away.

Prince stormed off to his room. Great, just what I need.

Debbie cleared her throat. "You should get back in bed."

"I need to talk to my son." I rolled my eyes at her, and went after Prince.

She grabbed my wrist.

"He's my son. I gave birth to him. Just because you married his father, doesn't mean you're suddenly his mother."

"What do you know about him, Debbie? I can guarantee that you don't know a single thing about him. I might not be his birth mother, but I sure do feel like I've raised him. These last two years were amazing with our family, and I won't let you ruin us."

I snatched my wrist from her hold, then found Prince in his room.

"Go away." he murmured.

"I just want to talk." I said.

"I don't want to talk to you, Angie."

I smiled. Although he might've been upset, he still called me by my nickname.

"Fine, so just listen," I took a seat next to him on his bed. "I know it's confusing, and I know you have a million questions to why your dad brought Debbie here, but I want you to know that I love you and your brother and sister just as much as I love Lily, Eric, and the babies."

"But it's not fair. The babies get to grow up with you, why didn't I grow up with Debbie?"

"That's something you have to talk to your dad about, honey. He'll explain everything."

Prince sighed and hugged me. "I'm sorry for getting mad at you, Angie. You're the best step mom in the world, and I love you."

"I love you more." I kissed his head.

~

For the first time this week, I decided to join the kids for dinner in the dining room.

I let Debbie have a night off, since I needed some time with my family for tonight. She got a room here since Michael wanted her here at all times while he was away, and it was nice to just be me and the kids. And my mother, of course.

"Mommy, can we play after dinner?" Blanket asked with his little voice.

"You have to take a shower first." I answered.

"But I want you to help me."

"Blanket, I don't think that's a good idea... Your mommy has to rest." my mom said.

"It's okay, mamma... I gotta give these little ones some attention too, right? The baby's fine." I grinned and tickled Rose who sat in a high chair next to me.

She giggled, making my smile get bigger.

I heard my phone go off, but decided to ignore it and focus on the baby girl in front of me.

"I'll go answer for you." mom sighed.

I put more food into Rose's mouth, "Who's the cutest girl in the world?"

"Yes, she's right here. I'm her mother." I heard my mom say.

"Mamma, who's on the phone?"

"It's your doctor."

She held out the phone for me to take, and I got up from my seat.

I pressed the device to my ear. "Dr. Haring?"

"Hey, Angela. I've got your blood test results... I found a small dose of Emetic in your system. It's what caused you to throw up. Do you know what that is?" my doctor asked.

"I think so..."

"It's basically tablets that make you sick. Patients usually take it if they ate something that could harm their digestive system.... Do you remember maybe taking a tablet or two by accident?"

"No, but I think I have an idea who gave it to me," I huffed, thinking about Debbie. "Thank you so much for your time, Dr. Haring."

"My pleasure, Angela. Take care."

I hung up and darted towards the room where Debbie stayed.

I'm getting to the bottom of this. I knew that bitch was up to something.

I looked all over her room, then found a small box of Emetics in the medicine cabinet inside her bathroom.

Wait until I tell Michael about this.