26th of March, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Angela: I paced back and forth, waiting for Michael to walk through our bedroom door.

How could he just stay at Jermaine's and leave me worried like this? That's not like him.

AJ kicked a bit and just as her kicks got stronger, the door opened and Michael came in.

"Angie, why are you on your feet? You know it's not good-" he started saying but I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his neck.

"What happened last night?" I asked into his shoulder.

"Jermaine and I got a bit too drunk after our get together so Janet sent us to his house." he answered, stroking my hair.

"You had me so worried, Mike. I didn't know what was happening to you, if you were okay..."

"I was just at Jermaine's, babe."

"But I didn't know that! You said you're coming home, but I woke up and you weren't here!" I said, frustrated with him.

"I'm sorry." he kissed my forehead.

"And you're a husband and a dad to almost eight kids, you shouldn't be getting drunk."

"I know," he sighed, his hand traveling to my bump. "I know. I won't do that again, I promise."

He let me go and crouched down in front of my way too big of a stomach. He started peeling off my shirt, leaving me in my bra.

"AJ, would you like daddy to give mommy a calming bath with her favorite bath salts?" Michael put his lips on my skin.

"She kicked." I told him.

"I'll take that as a positive answer." he chuckled, stripping me out of my pants as well.

He placed a kiss on my thigh, "I'm so sorry for making you worried, Angela. I swear it won't happen again."

"I hope." I played with his hair.

His lips were suddenly a little way too close to a very sensitive spot in my thigh, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I knew exactly what he was doing. Showering me with love so I'd stop being mad at him.

And I also knew exactly what to do to pay for this.

"Mike, stop." I ordered.

"What?"

"I don't need a bath," I rolled my eyes and put my pants back on. "What I need is for my husband to come home when be promises me."

I quickly pulled away from him and found my shirt, then left the bedroom to be with the kids.

~

11th of April, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Michael: "And breathe out..." the instructor said.

Angela let out the breath she was holding and leaned against me.

We got some looks from the other couples around us, making me a bit uncomfortable.

"Isn't this great?" my wife sighed. "Doing a birth preparation class like a normal couple?"

"Aren't you bothered by the looks everyone's giving us?" I asked her.

"Why would I be bothered? They can look as much as they want. I'm just a pregnant woman who's taking part of a class with my husband." she answered, kissing me.

I scoffed. She's been acting like everything is okay since that night I went to Debbie's, or Jermaine's, and never told her that I'm not coming home.

But nothing was okay. She was still pissed, but instead of showing it, she was loving than ever.

I mean, she made me come here. She said she wants to experience this with other pregnant couples. I would never take my wife to an actual birthing class. I'd rather have a personal instructor at home.

Especially because of who I am. I am not liking how everyone around this room is looking at us. Like we're some kind of aliens that suddenly landed on earth.

"That was great, everyone," the instructor gave a big smile. "I'll see you all next week."

I stood up, and helped Angela afterwords.

"I can't wait to get back to bed." she told me, holding her lower back.

"You want a massage in the car?" I offered.

"No, thanks," Angela kissed my cheek. "I appreciate it, though."

With two hands still on her lower back, she turned to leave, and I followed her.

"Hey, Michael," someone called behind me, making both Angela and I turn around. "Can we have an autograph? My wife is a huge fan."

A couple who looked they were both in their 40's were standing in front of us.

The woman had a huge bump, almost as big as Angela's was when she was pregnant with the twins.

"We're actually in a hurry..." Angela said while taking my hand.

She suddenly gasped, "Wait... Amy Warren? I didn't even recognize you with that baby bump!"

"You know her?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah," Angela put her lips to my ear. "We went to high school together. She was kind of a mean girl. Used to make fun of me those entire four years. She said I'd never make it anywhere."

"No way. Angela?" Amy widened her eyes.

"Yup, that's me. Angela Brown-Jackson." my wife smirked.

Amy looked at me. "I heard you married Michael Jackson, I just never believed it..."

"Because I would never make it, anywhere, right?"

I cleared my throat, "Baby, maybe it's time we go home."

Angela scoffed as I pulled her by her arm gently and told Javon to take us to the car.

"That was rude, Michael. I was in the middle of a conversation." she murmured when we walked down the street, hoping no one would recognize us.

"No, you were in the middle of showing me off."

"Of course I was, that girl tortured me for years! I wanted to show her I made it somewhere in life!"

That was actually good to hear. I liked the idea of me being something she's proud of.

"Sir, we don't have time for this," Javon told us. "People are starting to stare. The car is just around the corner."

"Right. Let's go, Ange." I took her hand in mine and led her to the car.

~

"So are we just dropping what happened at the birthing class?" I asked Angela after a while of being home.

"Yes, because it was stupid of me to do that. You were right, I shouldn't have showed you off like that. I'm sorry, Mike." she kissed me before going to our bedroom.

This is getting on my nerves! She shouldn't be this nice to me!

"Angela, that's enough," I raised my voice a bit, making her turn around with a surprised expression on her face. "You are killing me with kindness! I can't take it anymore! Where is my hot-tempered Angela?! I did something that pissed you off, you should be outraged! Not loving and forgiving!"

"I can't be mad, remember? I have to stay calm so AJ doesn't pay us another early visit!" she said, putting her hands on her hips.

I was about to respond, but her phone that rang in her pocket stopped me.

"I'm gonna answer this in the bedroom," she sighed when she took the device out. "Excuse me."

~

Angela: "Danny? Why are you calling?" I asked into my phone as I took a seat on the bed carefully.

All the pressure I felt from standing disappeared, and my feet were starting to look less swollen.

"I heard you met with Amy Warren today." Danny said.

"Oh, yeah, we're in the same birth preparation class, apparently. She and her husband approached Michael today for an autograph, so I showed her that he's my man and that I accomplished more than she will ever accomplish in her entire lifetime."

"Wow, I didn't think you hold that after such a long time."

"I didn't, but when I saw her, it triggered something... Never in my married life to Michael have I bragged about him," I said. Which was true. He was the one who showed me off as his wife, but that was to clear his name during the trial. "Wait, Danny, how do you know that I met Amy Warren today?"

"She's my sister-in-law. Her husband that you saw today? He's my brother. And that baby she's carrying, is um, it's mine."

"You slept with your brother's wife?" I asked, really shocked by what he was telling me.

"No, I would never do that," Danny said. "My brother can't have kids, so I donated my sperm."

"Oh, wow, that's nice of you. So what is Amy having?"

"A baby girl," I could feel the smile on his face. "But I am only uncle Danny, and not more than that. She's going to grow up knowing my brother is her dad."

AJ started kicking all over the place. I've noticed this, but whenever she was frantically kicking, Michael would show up. It's like she knows he's coming every time.

And just like I suspected, he walked right into the bedroom.

"Hey, Danny, can I call later? Michael just got here." I said quickly.

"Yeah, sure."

"Thanks."

I hung up and put my phone away.

"Isn't Danny that guy you kissed?" Michael questioned while rolling his eyes.

"Almost kissed," I corrected him. "And why do you care?"

"Why are you talking him?"

"Because he's my friend."

"So let me get this straight," Michael looked at me. "You're so mad at me for talking to Debbie and for not coming home, that you act all sweet and nice for two whole weeks, making me go crazy, and when you talk to your friend that you almost kissed, I have to just let it go?! And don't tell me you're not mad at me for talking to Debbie, because we both know you are."

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this? He just called to talk to me about Amy, the woman we met today. She's his sister-in-law. Now can I rest? My back is killing me, and you yelling at me isn't helping the situation."

I leaned back and closed my eyes, really wanting his hands on my lower back right now. But that would never happen when he's upset.

"Fine, I'll leave you alone. Don't want our baby girl to come early, right?" he sighed, giving my stomach a slight rub before I heard him walk towards the door.

I wished I could just get up and hug him, but I knew that being on my feet wasn't going to be good.

But against everything my mind was telling me, I stood up and ran to him.

"Michael, listen, I'm sorry." I told him, then placed a hand on my stomach when I felt it tighten.

Oh no.

"You should be in bed. I can't have you go to the hospital again." he said without turning to me.

"A- about that, I- I think we should head over there." I stuttered when the pain increased.

He made a sharp turn, his face softening. "Are you having a contraction?"

I nodded. "I think so."

"Okay," Michael took me to the bed. "Stay here, take deep breaths, and I'll go call Dr. Haring."

He kissed my forehead as the tears formed in my eyes from the fear that I might've gone into labor again.

I saw him take out his phone, and he left the bedroom.

~

"You hear me, Angela? No more standing up when you don't need to," Dr. Haring, who was on speaker, said. "I'm serious. Just keep your legs up and drink a lot of water."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure she does that." Michael smiled at me while running his hand over my bump.

"Good. I'll see you both two weeks from now at our checkup."

Michael hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket.

I just had a Braxton Hicks contraction, nothing serious. Dr. Haring said it's because I started my third trimester, which means the baby has doubled her size. And standing up as fast as I did caused her to move down a little, which resulted my uterus to contract.

But putting my feet on a couple of pillows and drinking two bottles of water stopped the pain.

I knew that soon enough I'd have to get up to go to the bathroom.

Michael sighed as he plopped down next to me, "This needs to stop."

"What?" I asked, rubbing my bump and feeling AJ kick.

"These stupid fights," he place his hand on top of mine. "They're not good for you two. "

I put my head on his shoulder, "I know. But I was trying to apologize."

"And I appreciate that," he smiled and kissed me. "Still, no more fights. You need to keep AJ safe."

He was right. That was my duty as her mother. If I can't keep her safe, no one can.

"Now go ahead and get some rest, okay?"

I nodded. "Can you cuddle me?"

"Of course." Michael kissed me again.

After a while of complete silence, I closed my eyes. He probably thought I fell asleep, because suddenly I felt him leave the bed.

He had his back turned to me as he sat on the edge of the bed and took something out of his nightstand drawer.

It looked like an ultrasound picture. Michael shed a few tears before crumpling the picture and throwing it to the trash can.

I hurried to close my eyes before he turned back around to cuddle me again.

"I'm so sorry, Angie. I'm going to ask her for an abortion. You are the only woman I need, and AJ is the only baby I should be expecting and dedicating my time to. I'm done."

What the hell is he talking about?

Michael gave my bump a kiss, and then hurried to leave to let me sleep.

Once he was out of sight, I quickly went to the trash can and took the picture he crumpled up.

When I opened it, my eyebrows furrowed. I saw a very small baby, and in the right corner of the picture was the date, February 21st, and '6 weeks' in the left corner.

I turned it around, and saw a handwriting I didn't know.

'I told the doctor to take as many pictures as possible, but this was the best one'

The pieces started connecting together. The very bad thing Michael did, the phone call from Debbie, him talking about another woman, and another baby...

Could Michael have cheated on me?